Hmm. No? [ Does cooking rice make one a chef... ] She used to be a researcher and professor at the university.
[ If he can tell by the way papers are strewn around the living room in stacks bound together by binder clips, stray pens laying around here and there all in red ink. The unit itself is very sparsely decorated, a single family picture above the faux fireplace that depicts the smiling face of a four-year-old Ryoji alongside his mother and father, unlit incense underneath, but nothing else by means of a homely touch. ]
They say every mother's cooking is as good as a chef's though— that's the magic of a home cooked meal.
[ If he can tell by the way papers are strewn around the living room in stacks bound together by binder clips, stray pens laying around here and there all in red ink. The unit itself is very sparsely decorated, a single family picture above the faux fireplace that depicts the smiling face of a four-year-old Ryoji alongside his mother and father, unlit incense underneath, but nothing else by means of a homely touch. ]
They say every mother's cooking is as good as a chef's though— that's the magic of a home cooked meal.
( Yuri checks through the eyehole first, but aside from vaguely recongising Yato as the guy who showed up to at least the first Zumba class, he's drawing a blank. An even bigger blank on why he's here, but that's easy to address. Opening the door, one foot firmly in place behind the door in case he has to slam it shut and needs the aid of his leg and knee to get it shut, he says quite reasonably: )
There's no soliciting in this complex.
( Followed by a more reserved, half squinting look. )
What do you want?
There's no soliciting in this complex.
( Followed by a more reserved, half squinting look. )
What do you want?
[Oh... Oh. WELL. He'd actually been expecting some snarky remark or half-hearted compliment and had been semi-prepared to defend his work, but...
That's.
Actually really nice?!
Incredibly, Yato's managed to trigger a tsun moment from the tsuntsun, since he's so taken off guard that he's almost embarrassed...]
Of course I did—! I'm really serious about fashion, y'know! And if I'm gonna be serious about something, I gotta give it my all, so...
[SO!! Behold, the product of Kashuu actually treating something seriously. The pockets are lined with patterned fabric and the buttons are all perfectly aligned, it truly is a labor of love.]
That's.
Actually really nice?!
Incredibly, Yato's managed to trigger a tsun moment from the tsuntsun, since he's so taken off guard that he's almost embarrassed...]
Of course I did—! I'm really serious about fashion, y'know! And if I'm gonna be serious about something, I gotta give it my all, so...
[SO!! Behold, the product of Kashuu actually treating something seriously. The pockets are lined with patterned fabric and the buttons are all perfectly aligned, it truly is a labor of love.]
[it's a new phone
but thankfully retrospec solves the issue of "who dis" because her name is attached]
i need to ask you something
it's about your...
what happened at the park
it isn't going to be an interrogation i promise
i just want to ask one question
but you're free to say no if it's too weird
but thankfully retrospec solves the issue of "who dis" because her name is attached]
i need to ask you something
it's about your...
what happened at the park
it isn't going to be an interrogation i promise
i just want to ask one question
but you're free to say no if it's too weird
[ Yeah, okay, a part of Yuuko's being 2edgy. But after a series of people leaving her life at the drop of a hat, Yuuko doesn't have any reason to believe in fated encounters. The only thing that might be certain is when they'll depart. With Yato and his contractual pay, it's absolutely guaranteed. She just has to keep paying him in pennies, right? She has a lot of those at home. Maybe that's why she's at ease today.
At least she was until he became Gordon Ramsay. :(
Red in embarrassment, she puffs her cheeks up, shortly before doing as she's told. ]
In other words, you just have to fill it up until you're satisfied, right?
[ she says as she's dressed like an angel ]
At least she was until he became Gordon Ramsay. :(
Red in embarrassment, she puffs her cheeks up, shortly before doing as she's told. ]
In other words, you just have to fill it up until you're satisfied, right?
[ she says as she's dressed like an angel ]
( His first reflex is to shut the door, because having things shoved his way does not mean it's going to be a good thing. What he can't really predict however is the urge to actually reach out to the stuffed animal (is that a bun... cat...?) so strongly that his fingers twitch and curl into his palms where he's bracing the door. He frowns, head having jerked back at Yato's thrust of the plushie, equally affronted. Just how many of these things are out there?! )
Look, I don't know. I didn't even get one, they're just showing up to other people like — ( here his powers of description fail, leaving him hunting for an explanation. which, since he has none, turns into a noise of frustration. ) — cats, I guess!
( Good work, Yuri, you've clarified... nothing. )
Look, I don't know. I didn't even get one, they're just showing up to other people like — ( here his powers of description fail, leaving him hunting for an explanation. which, since he has none, turns into a noise of frustration. ) — cats, I guess!
( Good work, Yuri, you've clarified... nothing. )
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