WHO: Kigai Yuuto and Shin Seijuurou WHERE: Shin's apartment. WHEN: The day after this thread. WARNINGS: None. SUMMARY: Yuuto drops in for a visit. FORMAT: Quicklog.
Yuuto lightly scratched the side of his face idly as he held the gift in hand. A football -- a professional NFL grade football, as that what he was told to get as a gift, as he would be honest in saying that he did not know the difference between any of the different types of balls that one should get -- with a red ribbon more or less scotched tape to the side. He took a moment to stare at the door before pulling his hand away from his face to knock on said door with a quick rapping of his knuckles.
After a moment's pause, the door opened. Shin stood in the doorway, drying his hands off on a towel. He was a fairly average-looking guy -- Japanese, black-haired, average height -- except for his muscular frame, which made it clear that he was, in fact, a football player. He studied Yuuto for a long moment, his expression blank.
There was a moment to take in his new friend -- matching it up to the image that he had in his head and not quite showing on his face if it fit or not (it didn't). Regardless, he did not look disappointed in this fact. He did wonder what the other saw when he looked at him. Yuuto was sure he did not look particularly Japanese with his blond hair and light brown eyes, but he supposed that that was how it happened sometimes in the genetic game. Either way, he smiled in a bright and friendly manner, as he always did.
"That's right. It's nice to meet you in person, finally, Seijuurou-kun."
That voice confirmed it. To be honest, Shin hadn't even noticed Yuuto's coloration; he was the sort of person to identify people by voice and body type alone. As such, he nodded and did not comment on the matter. "Yes," he said, stepping back and opening the door for him. "Same here."
Behind him, the apartment was small and incredibly spartan. There were no appliances or decorations of any time. A pot rested above a tiny gas stove, which seemed to be the only thing remotely mechanical in the entire room; everything else had distinctly analog replacements. Such as the plastic ice box in one corner of the kitchen, and the set of candles sitting out on the low table in the main room.
Still, Shin seemed to be happy and in good health. Or ... well, as happy as Shin got, which tended to be less "happy" and more "not sad." Of his injuries, only a few scattered bruises on his left arm and a bandaged forehead were left. "Come in," he said, and turned to attend to the meal simmering on top of the stove.
"I'm happy to hear that." If it was possible, he smiled in a brighter way. "Almost as much to know that you have been taking care of yourself since you were injured."
Yuuto did look around for a moment, but did not say anything about the state of the room. That would be rude and he really had nothing that he could say one way or the other. At the moment, he was thinking two separate thoughts. It seems like Shin had not learned how to control his powers yet. Though, he paused in this to couple it with, Or does he naturally like to live in this manner? The teen did seem to be a little on the less-wanting side than most, after all. But asking all that would be a little too prying
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The football player shrugged. "Got healed," he said. "Very few injuries remained. Just physical exhaustion."
A pause. Then: "... not interrupting," he added. Shin lowered the temperature on the stove considerably. The meal itself was a simple kind of oden, made with plenty of vegetables, tofu, and a little meat. Bland, but healthy; he'd made it for himself several times previously. "Hungry?"
Yuuto nodded before mentioning his confusion. "You mentioned that before, and I'm afraid that I wasn't quite sure what you meant. I thought bandaged and whatnot, but it seems like there is almost no injury."
He set his finger lightly against his chin, thinking about the answer. It did not take long to come up with a response. "Well, it would be rude of me to say no after such a kind offer. Yes, I would love to share a meal." Holding his hands out in front of of him for a moment, he made a promise. "But the next meal is on me. I must insist."
"Concussion," said Shin, indicating the bandage on his forehead with one finger. Then a slightly more confused expression crossed his face. "... something else," he admitted after a moment. "Unusual levels of exhaustion. Don't know why."
As he spoke, the football player retrieved cups and bowls from the kitchen cabinets. He poured oden into two even portions; one bowl for himself and one bowl for Yuuto. His brow furrowed thoughtfully. "If you want to," he said. Honestly, he didn't quite get why Yuuto was being so nice. He wouldn't argue with it, certainly, but ...
"Oh." He would admit that he was a little surprised by this; even more so by the confession about how tired he was. "I'm not a doctor, but that does not sound particularly good. I wonder if it is in relation to your injuries." While he did not say more, it was obvious that what was unsaid was that Shin should perhaps consult someone who was in the medical field a second time, just in case. Too many of his friends -- if it was all right to put Shin in that category, but he supposed that it would be a little awkward on both parties to ask such a question -- were being injured, it seemed.
"It would be really remiss of me if I didn't." Yuuto fluttered behind Shin, looking like he wanted to help in the preparation of dinner, but at the same time, not quite sure what it was that he could do for the teen.
The teen shrugged. "Mostly gone." he said, scooping small portions of rice out for the both of them. "Mostly recovered. Would not have agreed to visitors otherwise." A pause. "Unwise to ask a doctor."
Yuuto wouldn't have to flutter too long; Shin turned in the next moment, holding out the two bowls of soup. "Put them on the table," he said. "Please."
"Well, so long as you are practical about this," This was spoken with just a hint of teasing; his hands behind his back and would have rocked on his heels to complete the pose but for one reason or another, didn't. "I suppose that there is no reason to worry too much."
"Of course." Yuuto answered quickly as he took the bowls from Shin to set them at the table. One across from the other. "Have you had any other visitors?"
Shin remained silent for a few moments. He stacked the rest of the bowls and cutlery carefully, then brought them over to the table, where he laid them out for the both of them to use. Only once he'd arranged everything to his liking did he sit down. The meal was incredibly simple -- plain rice, oden, and water to drink.
"No," he said, looking back at Yuuto. "Spent most of the week sleeping."
Considering that he still felt that he was more or less barging into the dinner, Yuuto wasn't put off by the fact that it was so simple. It actually seemed to suit Shin, but once again, he wondered if it was all right to make such generalizations like that. "Thank you for the meal."
"I would like to say that I am greatly impressed with your ability to make this food." He left off the part about how there was very little to work with in terms of appliances, and probably should not say so until after he started to eat, but it did not make the feat any less amazing. "Did you do this often?"
Shin ate slowly and steadily. At Yuuto's question, he looked faintly puzzled, then thoughtful. "Necessary," he said, as an answer to both the compliment and the question. "Parents were busy. Needed to maintain a good diet. ... need to maintain diet here."
"You're very responsible." Yuuto wondered if his compliments were embarrassing or bothering Shin, and tried to lighten them a little. "It reminds me of my sister. She is pretty good at being steady on her feet." On that note, he began to eat. The meal was good -- wouldn't say that it was delicious as it had its bland points for being so plain, but for what it was, it was good.
The taste was probably quite bland, indeed; Shin wasn't the type to use too much salt -- or any flavoring at all, really, since his only priority in making food was to sustain himself with the appropriate balance of calories and nutrients. But he had chosen the ingredients well, and they were fresh. A side effect of his inability to keep a refrigerator in his apartment.
The compliments didn't seem to ruffle Shin in the least. If he felt anything, it was confusion; cooking just wasn't something that mattered much to him, in terms of how well he performed at it. Responsibility, too, seemed a fairly self-evident quality. "Your sister?" he asked, tilting his head to one side curiously.
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"Kigai Yuuto?"
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"That's right. It's nice to meet you in person, finally, Seijuurou-kun."
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Behind him, the apartment was small and incredibly spartan. There were no appliances or decorations of any time. A pot rested above a tiny gas stove, which seemed to be the only thing remotely mechanical in the entire room; everything else had distinctly analog replacements. Such as the plastic ice box in one corner of the kitchen, and the set of candles sitting out on the low table in the main room.
Still, Shin seemed to be happy and in good health. Or ... well, as happy as Shin got, which tended to be less "happy" and more "not sad." Of his injuries, only a few scattered bruises on his left arm and a bandaged forehead were left. "Come in," he said, and turned to attend to the meal simmering on top of the stove.
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Yuuto did look around for a moment, but did not say anything about the state of the room. That would be rude and he really had nothing that he could say one way or the other. At the moment, he was thinking two separate thoughts. It seems like Shin had not learned how to control his powers yet. Though, he paused in this to couple it with, Or does he naturally like to live in this manner? The teen did seem to be a little on the less-wanting side than most, after all. But asking all that would be a little too prying ( ... )
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A pause. Then: "... not interrupting," he added. Shin lowered the temperature on the stove considerably. The meal itself was a simple kind of oden, made with plenty of vegetables, tofu, and a little meat. Bland, but healthy; he'd made it for himself several times previously. "Hungry?"
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He set his finger lightly against his chin, thinking about the answer. It did not take long to come up with a response. "Well, it would be rude of me to say no after such a kind offer. Yes, I would love to share a meal." Holding his hands out in front of of him for a moment, he made a promise. "But the next meal is on me. I must insist."
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As he spoke, the football player retrieved cups and bowls from the kitchen cabinets. He poured oden into two even portions; one bowl for himself and one bowl for Yuuto. His brow furrowed thoughtfully. "If you want to," he said. Honestly, he didn't quite get why Yuuto was being so nice. He wouldn't argue with it, certainly, but ...
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"It would be really remiss of me if I didn't." Yuuto fluttered behind Shin, looking like he wanted to help in the preparation of dinner, but at the same time, not quite sure what it was that he could do for the teen.
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Yuuto wouldn't have to flutter too long; Shin turned in the next moment, holding out the two bowls of soup. "Put them on the table," he said. "Please."
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"Of course." Yuuto answered quickly as he took the bowls from Shin to set them at the table. One across from the other. "Have you had any other visitors?"
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"No," he said, looking back at Yuuto. "Spent most of the week sleeping."
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"I would like to say that I am greatly impressed with your ability to make this food." He left off the part about how there was very little to work with in terms of appliances, and probably should not say so until after he started to eat, but it did not make the feat any less amazing. "Did you do this often?"
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The compliments didn't seem to ruffle Shin in the least. If he felt anything, it was confusion; cooking just wasn't something that mattered much to him, in terms of how well he performed at it. Responsibility, too, seemed a fairly self-evident quality. "Your sister?" he asked, tilting his head to one side curiously.
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