portions for foxes [RL, backdated yesterday evening, Akihiko]
Shinjiro knew this was a really, really bad idea. Now, it hadn't seemed that way when he first posted the egg recipe. He thought he might get something from it. What's the good of having a whole community full of weirdos if a few of them don't have good info to share? And at least he got a few interesting recipes from some of them. Not a complete loss, then.
But, fuck if Akihiko didn't recognize him right away. Should have seen that coming. He guessed he also should have known the guy'd be all immediately, 'oh my god, Shinji, you gotta teach me how to cook.' Which is really where the bad-idea feeling came in here. Because, fine, maybe Shinjiro wasn't the best at reading other people all the time. That touchy-feely crap wasn't for him.
He didn't kid himself, though. Shinjiro knew how he worked, inside and out. And, when you got right down to it, he didn't know if he could handle another cooking lesson with his best friend without ...
God dammit. It's a pity he'd feel like shit if he punched Mitsuru. She was never supposed to dump the bastard, for fuck's sake. How did he agree to this anyway?
Well, regardless, there he was in that secluded bit of alley near the mess of bikes in Port Island Station. Waiting for Akihiko to pick him up. For fucking cooking lessons.
Son of a bitch.
But, fuck if Akihiko didn't recognize him right away. Should have seen that coming. He guessed he also should have known the guy'd be all immediately, 'oh my god, Shinji, you gotta teach me how to cook.' Which is really where the bad-idea feeling came in here. Because, fine, maybe Shinjiro wasn't the best at reading other people all the time. That touchy-feely crap wasn't for him.
He didn't kid himself, though. Shinjiro knew how he worked, inside and out. And, when you got right down to it, he didn't know if he could handle another cooking lesson with his best friend without ...
God dammit. It's a pity he'd feel like shit if he punched Mitsuru. She was never supposed to dump the bastard, for fuck's sake. How did he agree to this anyway?
Well, regardless, there he was in that secluded bit of alley near the mess of bikes in Port Island Station. Waiting for Akihiko to pick him up. For fucking cooking lessons.
Son of a bitch.