Not to bear alone - [Ongoing]
Seiju’s night, was a hectic one, for the last four and a half hours the off duty officer was franticly cooking away in the one full area of his apartment. Idly humming a tune to himself already a number of dishes were neatly seated on the counter. Four plates, four bowls.
In the first two plates seemed to be a small amount of four dumplings of some kind or another. The next two plates housed the easily recognizable Soba Noodles with a small white little jug seated between them which would be taken for soya sauce. Beside it looked to be a pancake size kind of pizza however it didn’t’ look to be of the run of the mill array one could call up on the phone, in the smaller bowls at the end appeared to be some kind of salad.
Digits lifted pressing white pads to his forehead underneath the long ebony strands of hair. He felt a small wave of weakness sweep through his being after all this cooking was finally over. Now it was only a matter of hoping Shouta wouldn’t be too late that it’d all cool off. Hopefully the other got his call.
Hands wiped off against the fabric of his apron. Reaching back to maneuver the strips of fabric out from the knot as liquid violet eyes shifted in the direction of the long wall length windows that rested at the head of his bed. The embarrassing apron would lightly come to rest against a wall on a small hook jutting out of the wall.
“Maybe I should…call again…”.
In the first two plates seemed to be a small amount of four dumplings of some kind or another. The next two plates housed the easily recognizable Soba Noodles with a small white little jug seated between them which would be taken for soya sauce. Beside it looked to be a pancake size kind of pizza however it didn’t’ look to be of the run of the mill array one could call up on the phone, in the smaller bowls at the end appeared to be some kind of salad.
Digits lifted pressing white pads to his forehead underneath the long ebony strands of hair. He felt a small wave of weakness sweep through his being after all this cooking was finally over. Now it was only a matter of hoping Shouta wouldn’t be too late that it’d all cool off. Hopefully the other got his call.
Hands wiped off against the fabric of his apron. Reaching back to maneuver the strips of fabric out from the knot as liquid violet eyes shifted in the direction of the long wall length windows that rested at the head of his bed. The embarrassing apron would lightly come to rest against a wall on a small hook jutting out of the wall.
“Maybe I should…call again…”.