Who: Rachel and L When: The evening of LaFS!Day Where: Asgard's kitchen to start off, and then somewhere else. What: Normally a couple of non-sociable people; both Rachel and L realize that they don't want to end this day on such a sad note. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Language, and stubborness from both parties.
She was starving when she finally woke up from her nap, and no matter how much she tried to ignore the hunger pains, they would not go away. With a defeated sigh, Rachel swung her legs over the bed, and grabbed the cane that had been leaning against the wall. Not seeing Tohru, Rachel stood up, and decided to head over to the kitchen. Her plan of action was to eat something, go back to her bedroom, and try to avoid L.
Not that she harbored any feelings of hatred for him, but the day wasn't over, and she was still in love with him. Maybe if the two of them hadn't left on such a depressing note, Rachel would have felt better. No use in lingering over things that could have, should have, or would have been.
Upon entering the kitchen, Rachel headed for the fridge, opened it, and pulled out a medium sized t-bone steak. After seasoning it with some salt, pepper, and Worcester sauce; Rachel placed the steak on to broil. Now all she had to do was wait.
"Shit, I forgot my notebook," she mumbled to herself. She considered running back to her room to get it, but she wasn't in the mood to write.