| [May. 1st, 2009|02:10 pm] |
"Sit," Genma said with a smile. "I'm the one who knows where everything is. Anyway this is my apartment, right? I'm responsible for having February cakes in March, or whatever." He eased slowly past Natsumi, still holding his side. In the kitchenette, he rinsed out a brown and gold teapot with a little warm water. He could almost hear Amari-sensei laughing, approving of his turning Natsumi's faux-pas at having failed to bring cakes into his own responsibility. He'd have to teach Kaito that lesson.
It was odd how much working with Kaito on eros training brought Amari-sensei back to him these days. He watced Natsumi, primly sitting seiza at his table, with her hands folded in her lap. What would his sensei have told Kaito? She's just a person. You have to see past the breasts. He'd have to tell Kaito that one, too.
"Hope you're okay with genmai cha. I know it's not super high class, but on a cold, rainy day it always seems like the best thing to drink. All toasty." He spooned the green tea and brown rice mixture into a sieve, and fit that into the mouth of the pot. Next he set a mismatched pair of tea cups on a round lacquer tray, then filled the teapot with water from a heater on the counter top.
"Actually I have some sakura mochi. My buddy Ginta brought me some as a get well present." Adding the cakes to the tray, and the filled teapot, he carried it all back to the low table. He set it down on top of the incomplete mission report, flicking the pen to the side. "Paperwork. Never ends, you know?" He hadn't written much there yet anyway, but better safe than sorry. |
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