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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-10-23 02:04:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko and Reizo
What: Taking a page out of Souji Seta's (cook)book
Where: Reizo's place
When: Late night before the start of whenever Toru has to start crossdressing.
Why: It's like you don't even know me, form.

[ Kiriko is standing in Reizo's kitchen, staring sullenly at the counter. She has managed to get rice going on the stove, but otherwise seems to be expecting the various ingredients laid out to assemble themselves through her sheer force of will. When this clearly doesn't work, she calls over her shoulder in a princess-whine to rival Kozue's- ]

"I don't even know what I'm doing! It isn't going to be good! It isn't even going to be edible! Can't I just buy you lunch?"

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some_other_dog
2010-10-23 06:59 pm UTC (link)

He blew out a breath in a puff of smoke and rose out of his chair to amble around the bar and into the kitchen with her, where he further inspected the ingredients and tools she had out and at the ready. He’d never been big into making bento, because making it for himself to eat at school was a tad pathetic in his book, but he’d become well versed in them thanks to his amazing ability to cajole them out of the rest of the student body, or acquire the confused affection of a spoiled rich girl.

He pinched his cigarette out and stuck it behind his ear, and moved over to retrieve the dart he’d shot at her earlier, and once he stood and reloaded his toy gun he bellied up against the counter and tapped each index finger in tattoo as he considered the assembled ingredients.

“I’m not gonna help you with any of the cooking or cutting, but I can tell you what I like.”

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	apathyisboring 2010-10-23 07:10 pm UTC (link)
	She leaned back against the bar and folded her arms, looking slightly less sullen, but no more encouraged. It was some help, at least. If he had agreed to help with cooking and cutting, he probably only would have proved that much more terrible than she was. "So tell me what you like. And not 'just as a friend.'" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

some_other_dog
2010-10-23 07:21 pm UTC (link)

He eyed her dubiously, crossing his own arms in front of his chest when he went back to staring down at the foodstuffs. She’d pulled out a lot of stuff that looked simple enough, and though he’d probably rather have something fried, he’d need to settle on basic stuff unless he wanted to visit a burn ward or have to pay to get his girlfriend’s finger reattached.

“Well, rice, obviously, and some zucchini’s nice.. I got some meatballs you can just heat and serve..” The last bit felt like cheating. He had told her everything should be hand made, but if he wanted any meat other than cold cuts he’d probably have to allow some sort of give. At least for now.

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apathyisboring
2010-10-23 07:32 pm UTC (link)

"Heat and serve?"

She should be relieved, right? Less work, and making meatballs and dumplings by hand involved actually getting said hands dirty, and nothing was grosser than meat and egg under your fingernails... but there had to be all kinds of stuff that was easily made but a step above heat and serve. Backing off of the everything-made-by-you rule was surely an attack on her competence as much as an act of mercy.

Not that she was particularly competent to start with.

"I can do pork cutlets," she offered a bit defensively.

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	some_other_dog 2010-10-23 07:39 pm UTC (link)
	He squinted at her. He’d just offered the prim probably-never-got-her-hands-dirty-in-her-life-princess an easy way out of working with the messier bits of food preparation and now she was throwing herself, so to speak, deeper into the fire. “Alright, then,” he said, voice a shade uncertain. “Anything else you can make?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

apathyisboring
2010-10-23 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"... Cucumber cups?" she offered, after eliminating everything with a preparation process tantamount to removal from a bag. She thought a little more.

"Plain onigiri, maybe, but it would be safer to stick with just rice."

She moved a box of panko meaningfully forward on the counter and went to investigate his fridge before planning anything further. It was surprisingly well-stocked - full of more stuff than she needed or could make, anyway.

"Hey, did you go shopping for this?"

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some_other_dog
2010-10-23 08:01 pm UTC (link)

“Sorta. A lot of it is from the store. You’d be surprised at what the old pervert can stock thanks to being right beside a rich ass school with rich ass students.”

“Rice is fine,” he said resolutely. Her making onigiri was likely to earn several whiny ‘eeews’ and the like, so it was definitely better for his own sanity (and safety) if she stuck to plain rice. He liked it better, anyway.

He shot the dart idly at the gleaming door of his fridge, and sighed when it didn’t stuck. The next shot hit Kiriko on the ass, and when it didn’t stick either he used his hand instead. That stuck.

And squeezed.

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	apathyisboring 2010-10-23 08:09 pm UTC (link)
	It was a testament to all of the spontaneous groping that went on at his house that Kiriko looked up at the dart hitting her and went back to staring into the contents of his fridge when it was replaced by his hand. It really was full. Very full. She pointed at a few tupperware containers on the bottom shelf. "What's that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

some_other_dog
2010-10-23 08:17 pm UTC (link)

“Uh,” he said, looking over her shoulder and mournfully removing his hand. He shrugged and leaned further into her to better look into the fridge. “It’s a container with food in it. Check it and see, it isn’t gonna bite.”

He moved away to find the dart again, but on judgment that there was nothing more to shoot at (except more Kiriko parts) he put it back on the bar top and took to one of two stools on the kitchen side, where he surveyed her and his kitchen with a bored look.

“This would be more interesting if you weren’t wearing a shirt.” He declared.

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	apathyisboring 2010-10-23 08:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Stop watching those kinds of cooking shows," she answered distractedly as she leaned down to withdraw a container and peel the lid off. Leftovers. Tasty-looking leftovers. Two others were much the same. "Where did these come from?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-10-23 08:30 pm UTC (link)
	He tsked. “Well, at least a low-cut shirt and lots of stirring?” He asked hopefully, ignoring the question about the leftovers. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-10-23 08:43 pm UTC (link)
	"This isn't take-out," she continued, steadfastly ignoring him. "Who made it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-10-24 06:12 am UTC (link)
	Another tsk. Difficult. But no yes or no on low-cut shirt and stirring, so that was some silver lining for the ordeal. He retrieved his cigarette and relit it, leaning back against the bar with his elbows and tipping his head back with a tedious groan. “Made ‘em. Cooking shows are my bitch.” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

apathyisboring
2010-10-24 06:20 am UTC (link)

Kiriko looked halfway between shocked and scandalized, like he'd just told her that someone he knew was having an illicit affair with a platypus.

"Are you serious?"

He was serious. She could tell that already. She squinted at him with her jaw slack for a few moments longer, glanced at the tasty-looking-leftovers, then back up at him.

"Why the hell am I making you lunch, then!?"

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some_other_dog
2010-10-27 11:55 pm UTC (link)

The huge boy lifted his head to level her with an incredulous look, the burning tip of the edge of his cigarette flaring to brighter life as he took a particularly forceful drag off of it, and then he snorted out twin streams of smoke.

“You forget that you're bein' punished?” He asked her, eyebrow cocked.

“And besides, guys who make their own bentos are pathetic. Who do you think I am, Ito?”

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	apathyisboring 2010-10-28 12:15 am UTC (link)
	"But why didn't you ever cook anything? I went halfsies with you on takeout!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-10-28 12:18 am UTC (link)
	He frowned gently around his cigarette, considering the question for a brief moment, and then shrugged lazily. “I didn't want you finding out what a total package I am. Might make you jealous, or clingy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

apathyisboring
2010-10-28 12:25 am UTC (link)

"You owe me money," she declared, stabbing an accusing finger in his direction, "Or food. And don't think I forget about things like that!"

Her eye strayed back to the containers, and after a moments deliberation and a bit of prodding with utensils, she popped one of them into the microwave, replaced the others and retrieved the rest of what she needed from the fridge.

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	some_other_dog 2010-10-28 12:30 am UTC (link)
	The eyebrow that'd dropped back when he was being an arrogant douche at her lifted again, higher, and he looked suspiciously at her after she'd started microwaving some leftovers. “You gonna eat that or try to stick it in my bento?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	apathyisboring 2010-10-28 12:38 am UTC (link)
	After a pause, she looked back at him over her shoulder, wearing a quizzical expression. "...Can I stick it in your bento?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	some_other_dog 2010-10-28 12:38 am UTC (link)
	He narrowed his eyes. "No." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

apathyisboring
2010-10-28 12:43 am UTC (link)

"Fine," she said, turning back around with a click of her tongue, "Eating it, then."

The rice was done - just the sidedishes and the vegetables, now, and of course putting the whole thing together. She had picked up and brought along a few cookie cutters shaped like stars and fish and other unimaginative but generally pleasant things. It was a crying shame that nobody made cookies cutters shaped like fists or skulls and crossbones - they would be altogether more appropriate. Kiriko wondered idly how long any of those would take to cut out by hand and firmly decided against it.

"Come help, since you can tell me if I'm doing it right."

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