Could you think of me as more?

[chai_bean]

It had been a horribly long day at work already and Toudou had somehow gotten rooked into helping fix up a minivan that came in just before closing hours. Cursing his employers every step of the way but knowing that they needed the money to keep going he continued switching out the vehicle's dead transmission. That's right, Toudou was working as a

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Chris Ousaka

[chai_bean]

Toudou was late home, Chris and Sena had spent an hour clock watching before coming to the conclusion that it wasn't just traffic but the eldest of their little family had been caught up in work. Like petulant children they'd sulked and made themselves dinner consisting of left over curry and cake then before Chris could even enjoy the alone time he'd had with Sena he'd had to rush off to get ready for work and wait by the door for the brunette and the keys to their little car.

So here he was suffering just a little and cooking in the kitchen, he'd felt guilty for eating the cake that they were planning on sharing. Now when I say cooking I am over exagerating slightly, although Toudou and spent a large portion of the last few years trying to teach his younger charges how to handle a frying pan they proved to be difficult students more interested in eating the ingredients then combinging them in a bowl. So here he was now with a sauce pan boiling over and toast burning in the oven... how could making beans on toast be that complicated one might ask? The answer would be you've never seen Chris in the kitchen...

When Sena had called his good bye Chris had quickly snatched the blackened toast from its shelf and desperately tryed to scrape the blackness off with a knife, burning his fingers in the process. "I'm in here Tou-kun!" He replied back as he hastily started buttering the charred bread covering the marks with margerine and then turning his attention to the saucepan.

The youngest of the family would of looked a state to anyone who'd passed by, his hair had been brushed back in the heat causing it to lay messily on his head rather then its usual groomed state, his face was smudged with charred toast which had left black smudges on his nose and cheek and the apron that he donned was covered with beans and chocolate... he'd had another slice of cake while he read his magazine and waited for everything to cook.