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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]apathyisboring
2010-10-28 12:15 am UTC (link)
"But why didn't you ever cook anything? I went halfsies with you on takeout!"

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[info]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."

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[info]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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[info]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?”

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[info]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?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-28 12:38 am UTC (link)
He narrowed his eyes.

"No."

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[info]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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