[ Maybe. It's a mystery. Yato's assmumptions are as casual as they are far-reaching. He is the master of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.
There are a number of ingredients laid neatly around the kitchen counter: vegetables, fresh herbs, chicken, and lots of tomato product. A covered pot on the stove is gently simmering, soon to be chicken stock. When Yato does something, he does it right -- even if it's stupidly time-consuming and more expensive than it strictly needs to be.
He pushes a few onions at Kashuu. ]
Peel these. If you're gonna bug me, at least be helpful.
[Good thing Yamato is so Yamato about everything, so Kashuu just assumes this is true... Yamato's invited weird people off the streets before, okay. Actually, that's how the two of them met?!
Anyway, it... it looks surprisingly organized in here, like an Actual Chef is at work. He's surprised, even if it doesn't outwardly show - until the onions are pushed at him, anyway. Why is Yato like this, taking over his kitchen and huffing at him for bothering him while he works and now wanting him to actually help, ugh!!]
[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
[ Yato could've done Kashuu (and himself) a favor by crushing the garlic and cracking the skin, but no
no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
[In the time that Yato's done all that prepwork and finished with the veggies and set up the pot and everything, Kashuu is still just sitting here picking away at the garlic... He's got the cloves separated now, at least!
And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
[It's starting to smell good in here too, oh no... He doesn't want to find a sweaty dude's cooking appealing?!
Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
[ That is kind of neat... Kashuu may be a buttface, but over the course of three years of odd jobs, Yato's accumulated a general respect for skilled tradesmen. ]
I wanna see.
[ He's been nothing but difficult toward Kashuu, but c'mon let him see?? ]
[ SIGH!! Yato rudely shovels up all the garlic cloves and crushes them hard under the flat of his knife. He starts helping to peel the garlic, the now loose skins coming off easily. ]
Since it's all gonna get chopped up anyway, the garlic doesn't have to be perfect. When it comes to home cooking, imperfection is part of a dish's charm.
[This is the part where Kashuu doesn't admit that he didn't do it Yato's way because he didn't know how. Instead (albeit a little bumbled because he's FLUSTERED DANGIT):]
Don't ask someone else to do work for you if you don't expect 'em to do their best! Geez.
[And now he will not help FOR THE REST OF THE DISH. Even if by now all of the prepwork is done so there's really nothing else to do... Good work, Kashuu.
Anyway, he'll turn on his heel and stomp off in a huff, so it might look like he's just ditching at first. BUT NO. No, even this isn't enough to put him off of wanting to show his things off, so. He's off to his room and closet.]
[ Yato literally didn't want Kashuu helping with the rest of the dish anyway... Talk about DEADWEIGHT.
He continues with his work after Kashuu storms off, regretting nothing. While Kashuu is buried in the closet, the busy sounds of cooking might reach him: sporadic sizzles as Yato adds vegetables to the pot, dull thumping as he rapidly chops up the garlic, and more flamboyant sizzling as he adds wine to the mix. Add tomatoes, tomato juice, and fresh chicken stock, season with salt and pepper, toss in some rosemary and thyme...
Then cover it all up and pop it in the oven! Or leave it on the stove to simmer if there's no oven, I just don't know. Next, start up the rice... ]
[They probably do have a very small one-person oven... Honestly, this apartment looks like it was made for one person and they just decided to make it a two-person one.
BUT ANYWAY.
Kashuu'd be reluctant to admit it aloud, but the kitchen smells really good now and he's mad about it. So instead he just focuses on the task at hand - showing off a neatly tailored jacket with tartan trim around the cuffs and for the lining. He sets the hanger up on one of the kitchen chairs so Yato can come take a look! On a whole the design is surprisingly subdued rather than flashy - or maybe not surprisingly, since Kashuu himself dresses somewhat conservatively despite his flashy personality. What is notable is the tailoring work, which is very crisp and neatly done.]
[ Yato shakes the water off his hands willy-nilly before hopping over to get a closer look at the jacket. It's a lot classier than he expected... And he knows enough about sewing to understand that such a polished look is difficult to achieve. ]
You really made this?! I'm impressed!
[ His praise is sincere, as is the open admiration on his face. At least Yato gives credit where it's due... ]
[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.]
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[ Still not answering any questions... like a punk. If anything, Yato looks annoyed that he is being questioned?? Just go away Kashuu. ]
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[YATO!! He's not going away, either. In fact, now that he's gotten over his initial surprise, he's stalking his way into the kitchen...!]
What, did he invite you over or something?
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[ Maybe. It's a mystery. Yato's assmumptions are as casual as they are far-reaching. He is the master of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.
There are a number of ingredients laid neatly around the kitchen counter: vegetables, fresh herbs, chicken, and lots of tomato product. A covered pot on the stove is gently simmering, soon to be chicken stock. When Yato does something, he does it right -- even if it's stupidly time-consuming and more expensive than it strictly needs to be.
He pushes a few onions at Kashuu. ]
Peel these. If you're gonna bug me, at least be helpful.
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Anyway, it... it looks surprisingly organized in here, like an Actual Chef is at work. He's surprised, even if it doesn't outwardly show - until the onions are pushed at him, anyway. Why is Yato like this, taking over his kitchen and huffing at him for bothering him while he works and now wanting him to actually help, ugh!!]
...If I'm gonna help, gimme something else to do.
[HE HATES ONIONS.]
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These, then!
[ He thrusts a bulb of garlic at Kashuu. Are you happy?? With this infinitely more annoying item to prep?? ]
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[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
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no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
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And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
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[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
You don't cook much, do you.
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Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
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Where'd you even meet him? Are you in the same major or something?
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No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
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[ Childhood friendship also explains a lot. MOVING ON SWIFTLY. ]
You make your own clothes, then?
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It explains how cute I am all the time.
[HE KNOWS WHAT YATO WAS GETTING AT but he'll helpfully insert his own interpretation, anyway...]
I make some of my own clothes, yeah. It wouldn't be any good if I didn't have work that was nice enough to show off.
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I wanna see.
[ He's been nothing but difficult toward Kashuu, but c'mon let him see?? ]
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Fine, but let me finish this first.
[THE GARLIC... THAT HE STILL HASN'T FULLY PEELED.]
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Since it's all gonna get chopped up anyway, the garlic doesn't have to be perfect. When it comes to home cooking, imperfection is part of a dish's charm.
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Don't ask someone else to do work for you if you don't expect 'em to do their best! Geez.
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[ Teehee! That flustered look is exactly what Yato wanted tbh, so he's satisfied. ]
But now I wanna see the clothes you made, so I'm setting you free.
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—Jerk! I didn't have to help, y'know!
[And now he will not help FOR THE REST OF THE DISH. Even if by now all of the prepwork is done so there's really nothing else to do... Good work, Kashuu.
Anyway, he'll turn on his heel and stomp off in a huff, so it might look like he's just ditching at first. BUT NO. No, even this isn't enough to put him off of wanting to show his things off, so. He's off to his room and closet.]
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He continues with his work after Kashuu storms off, regretting nothing. While Kashuu is buried in the closet, the busy sounds of cooking might reach him: sporadic sizzles as Yato adds vegetables to the pot, dull thumping as he rapidly chops up the garlic, and more flamboyant sizzling as he adds wine to the mix. Add tomatoes, tomato juice, and fresh chicken stock, season with salt and pepper, toss in some rosemary and thyme...
Then cover it all up and pop it in the oven! Or leave it on the stove to simmer if there's no oven, I just don't know. Next, start up the rice... ]
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BUT ANYWAY.
Kashuu'd be reluctant to admit it aloud, but the kitchen smells really good now and he's mad about it. So instead he just focuses on the task at hand - showing off a neatly tailored jacket with tartan trim around the cuffs and for the lining. He sets the hanger up on one of the kitchen chairs so Yato can come take a look! On a whole the design is surprisingly subdued rather than flashy - or maybe not surprisingly, since Kashuu himself dresses somewhat conservatively despite his flashy personality. What is notable is the tailoring work, which is very crisp and neatly done.]
Here. This is the most recent thing I finished.
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[ Yato shakes the water off his hands willy-nilly before hopping over to get a closer look at the jacket. It's a lot classier than he expected... And he knows enough about sewing to understand that such a polished look is difficult to achieve. ]
You really made this?! I'm impressed!
[ His praise is sincere, as is the open admiration on his face. At least Yato gives credit where it's due... ]
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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.]
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[ Just in case anyone thinks Yato's forgotten their roots... He wipes his hands on his pants before lifting parts of the jacket for inspection. ]
I've tried making clothes before, but I could never get the seams this clean... What did you make this for?
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