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.
"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.
"Excuse the intrusion." He announced as he stepped in. The gift was set down on the table, careful to keep it a little bit away from the candles least the ribbon catch on fire. Of course, he would be able the handle such a situation if that happened, but there was no reason to almost accidentally start a panic-inducing situation as such regardless if it could be dealt with swiftly. "Ah, did I interrupt your dinner? I didn't mean to."
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.
"Mm." His smile seemed a little different. It wasn't strained or upset by any means, just had a sadder quality before he brightened it with a brief flash of teeth and cheerful tone. "Ah, please tell me what you think of your gift. Caesar-kun said that it would be best for you." Yes, he was aware that he was changing the subject suddenly. Regardless of the fact that he was the one who brought up his sister and should have taken some responsibility for it; Yuuto was also aware that he had moments where he was just a little irresponsible.
"Perhaps, with so many of you here, you can start a team up."
Shin blinked. Somehow, he'd been so focused on getting dinner ready that he'd completely forgotten about the football on the table. (This was a sign that he hadn't quite recovered; he could really only focus on one thing at a time when he was tired.) Carefully, he took the football in his hands and examined it. "... professional," he said, his usual monotone softened by the hint of appreciation. "Good choice."
Yuuto beamed appropriately; catching the tone that Shin had taken and touched by it. Nice that he was able to bring some emotion to the words spoken; not that he was upset when they were monotone. "I shall have to thank Caesar-kun, then, for helping me pick out the best one for you."
Continued to smile at he ate, careful to make comments only when his mouth was not full. Not that he would forget, but he felt that he was filling up the silence that was there and might get a little ahead of himself in doing so. "What else do you like to do, Seijuurou-kun? Do you know any other recipes? Ah, I should answer some of these questions myself, shouldn't I? Forgive me." Yet still waited for the answers rather than feel that he was constantly talking over Shin.
Any change in inflection at all was really quite the show of emotion for someone like Shin. He turned the football over in his hands a few more times, then reluctantly set it aside.
"Besides ... football?" he asked. A pause. "A few," he continued, answering the second question more easily. "Very simple ones. Not a good cook."
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.
"Excuse the intrusion." He announced as he stepped in. The gift was set down on the table, careful to keep it a little bit away from the candles least the ribbon catch on fire. Of course, he would be able the handle such a situation if that happened, but there was no reason to almost accidentally start a panic-inducing situation as such regardless if it could be dealt with swiftly. "Ah, did I interrupt your dinner? I didn't mean to."
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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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"Perhaps, with so many of you here, you can start a team up."
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Continued to smile at he ate, careful to make comments only when his mouth was not full. Not that he would forget, but he felt that he was filling up the silence that was there and might get a little ahead of himself in doing so. "What else do you like to do, Seijuurou-kun? Do you know any other recipes? Ah, I should answer some of these questions myself, shouldn't I? Forgive me." Yet still waited for the answers rather than feel that he was constantly talking over Shin.
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"Besides ... football?" he asked. A pause. "A few," he continued, answering the second question more easily. "Very simple ones. Not a good cook."
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