CHARACTERS: Yujinn, Tamaki
SUMMARY: Tamaki and Yujinn cooking, no fires this time.
PLACE: Tier 3
TIME: 9/27
WARNINGS: Possible flirting.
It was rare that one got the chance to do something over. This wasn't a pivitol event, but maybe cooking lessons with Tamaki wouldn't involve the sprinklers this time. Yujinn looked over the items in the fridge, he
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It wasn't something he could miss. "Hello~ I'm here~"
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He'd alreay thrown away the food ruined by the water and taken out new portions. "We should start by cutting up the food." He filled a pot with water, setting it on the stove.
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"Ah so what should I do? What are we having?" He peered around curiously. "Where are your knives?"
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"It's couscous." He took a knife himself to slice the peppers.
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"Um...how big should I cut them up?" He stared at the chicken and settled for cutting it in half until he got an answer.
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"Have an accident?" Tamaki lifted the knife with a frown, "You should be more careful." He washed his hands cheerfully after that and went to peer in the fridge.
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".........Yes." He replied to Tamaki's second comment, not quite making eye contact. He moved quickly over to go over the list of spices needed. "We need to measure spices, and cook cook the chicken and peppers. Can you get a frying pan out when your done?"
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"Ah...a frying pan. Right." He started opening and closing cabinets. A pan was flat right? He dug through some of the cabinets almost frantically.
"Aahh...What is a frying pan?"
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He began measuring the dry spices, putting them in his second smallest bowl, since the other one had melted.
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"Ow ow ow!" He rushed for the sink, grabbing for a glass and downing a glass of water. His eyes were tearing up and when he reached up to wipe them it burned even more. He sank to the floor in a pout and tried fanning his poor mouth.
"You didn't say they were hot."
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"I thought you knew." He really didn't want to laugh right now, but he was only making partial progress towards that goal.
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"How was I supposed to know...?" He pouted, tearing off pieces of bread and stuffing them in his mouth.
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He straightened, "You can change out of the wet shirt upstairs. Actually, I think you left some clothing over here before, that would fit you better than my things."
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"...Why are my clothes here?" He tilted his head curiously, undoing the buttons on the shirt absently to give himself a head start upstairs.
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He went to pulling leaves of the basil sprig, leaving his comments at that.
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