{ Kitchen Mishaps }
Title: Kitchen Mishaps
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Shinjiro Aragaki, Yukari Takeba, Fuuka Yamagishi
Word Count: 363
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Seven of Swords
Rating: PG13 language
Even the best plans go wrong.
"What the hell?" Shinjiro gasps, fanning the smoke away from his nose and mouth. It's black and viscous, hanging over the kitchen in ominous clouds and an angry, acrid smell is issuing from the stove that can only mean...
"Fuuka!" Yukari cries out as she dashes in and then immediately gags. "What happened? Are you alright?"
"I was just trying to make crepes for everyone to have for," here she coughs, "breakfast! I figured that everyone would...be hungry after the full moon and would want...ugh, good food!" Fuuka wails, backing against the wall as she wheezes and recoiling from the stove as though it were a fierce beast.
Good food? Shinjiro grimaces at the mess smoking on the griddle as he fumbles for the fire extinguisher and shakes his head. "Everybody, get out."
"But-" Fuuka protests.
"Out."
"Come on, Fuuka," Yukari urges her gently, "really, it'll be okay. It looks like the kitchen will survive another day and it's really probably in everybody's best interests to leave senpai alone now."
Now clear of the kitchen disaster zone, Fuuka bows her head solemnly. "I wish I could help...but whenever I try..."
Yukari holds up a hand. "Hey, you do a lot. Honestly, don't worry about it. Knowing Shinjiro-senpai, he'll want to do the entire thing himself, regardless of what you say. Think of it this way, you've just treated us to a wonderful breakfast, although... by a different chef than you originally thought."
Shinjiro snorts as the smoke clears through the open window and he can see the sun rising over the city haze. He wants to interrupt Yukari and say that they can prepare the damn breakfast themselves. But he has to hand it to her, the girl in the pink sweater is right. He sure as hell won't let anyone back into his poor kitchen for a while, and damn it all, he's hungry for pancakes anyway.
Maybe he's too much of a lone wold for his own good.
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Shinjiro Aragaki, Yukari Takeba, Fuuka Yamagishi
Word Count: 363
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Seven of Swords
Rating: PG13 language
Even the best plans go wrong.
"What the hell?" Shinjiro gasps, fanning the smoke away from his nose and mouth. It's black and viscous, hanging over the kitchen in ominous clouds and an angry, acrid smell is issuing from the stove that can only mean...
"Fuuka!" Yukari cries out as she dashes in and then immediately gags. "What happened? Are you alright?"
"I was just trying to make crepes for everyone to have for," here she coughs, "breakfast! I figured that everyone would...be hungry after the full moon and would want...ugh, good food!" Fuuka wails, backing against the wall as she wheezes and recoiling from the stove as though it were a fierce beast.
Good food? Shinjiro grimaces at the mess smoking on the griddle as he fumbles for the fire extinguisher and shakes his head. "Everybody, get out."
"But-" Fuuka protests.
"Out."
"Come on, Fuuka," Yukari urges her gently, "really, it'll be okay. It looks like the kitchen will survive another day and it's really probably in everybody's best interests to leave senpai alone now."
Now clear of the kitchen disaster zone, Fuuka bows her head solemnly. "I wish I could help...but whenever I try..."
Yukari holds up a hand. "Hey, you do a lot. Honestly, don't worry about it. Knowing Shinjiro-senpai, he'll want to do the entire thing himself, regardless of what you say. Think of it this way, you've just treated us to a wonderful breakfast, although... by a different chef than you originally thought."
Shinjiro snorts as the smoke clears through the open window and he can see the sun rising over the city haze. He wants to interrupt Yukari and say that they can prepare the damn breakfast themselves. But he has to hand it to her, the girl in the pink sweater is right. He sure as hell won't let anyone back into his poor kitchen for a while, and damn it all, he's hungry for pancakes anyway.
Maybe he's too much of a lone wold for his own good.