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[Log] My, what big mushrooms you have
Characters: Irie Kanata, Inui Sadaharu
Location: Foresty bits around school grounts, Senior dorm kitchens
Time: Fri Oct 12
Rating: PG for Porn..Mags.
Summary: One rainy day, Inui goes mushroom picking and encounters Irie.
Fall was really the optimum time to harvest mushrooms. Diversity was up 33% and quantity up 52-57%! Inui happily rooted through the forest undergrowth, collecting mushrooms of various sizes, shapes and colours. He held a reference book on fungi in one hand, making sure he picked the right species. They had to have the right compounds to be beneficial in Juice, after all.
And through the forest came the sound of a saxophone. Deep tones, alluring and soft, dripping through the branches as the light rain that drizzled down from a light gray sky. Irie stood on a tree branch, high up in an oak, back against the trunk, glasses slightly fogged up because of the rain. Still he had a fairly good view of Inui a stonethrow away.
Inui blinked and looked about him. The only person he knew who played the saxophone would be Irie, but he couldn’t really see anyone around him. He tried scanning upwards, but the rain fell onto his glasses, blurring his vision. He took them off and wiped them on his shirt with a sigh.
“Isn’t it too wet to be playing an instrument outdoors?” Inui spoke out louder than usual so it would reach Irie over the sound of the saxophone and the raindrops falling on the leaves.
"The canopy protects it a bit," Irie admitted, stopping the music. He focused, and allowed himself to phase through the branch and the the tree trunk until he stood down on the ground. There he knelt and put the the instrument away in its case, and locked it up safely. He hoisted the case over his shoulder and sauntered over to Inui. "Hello~"
“Irie.” Inui stood and adjusted his glasses. It wasn’t every day one got to observe Irie’s abilities. He closed his book and stuck it somewhere under his enormous, hideously green rainproof poncho. “Hello. Why here instead of the practice rooms?”
Oh dear lord, what was Inui wearing? Irie was almost glad that his vision was obscured. Well, he wouldn't comment on it, instead he simply smiled and brushed some bangs away from his face. The humidity made his curls extra curly, and it was quite annoying, as his hair rarely submitted under a brush in the first place. "I enjoy this scenery a lot more. And..." He nodded at the tree. "I enjoy heights. What are you doing?"
“Collecting ingredients,” Inui replied, stretching with an audible crack. Spending all that time on the forest floor on hands and knees could become quite tiring. He was about to take out his notebook to record the new information that Irie had given about himself when he suddenly froze and pointed at Irie’s feet. “Don’t move!”
Which, of course, made Irie move. He took a step backwards. There was something there, but it didn't look like a snake or spider at least. Nothing that could jump up and bite him. "Wow, what?"
Inui practically dived onto the spot between Irie’s legs and started digging up something brown and slightly glossy, the size of a fist. Triumphant, he held it high. “Reishi,” he proclaimed. “Any Japanese would know that this is a very valuable mushroom, famed for its health-giving properties. I’ve been looking for it for ages.”
"Oh! Oh, I'm so glad I didn't step on it!" Worriedly, Irie crouched down, inspecting the ground. "What are you going to use all your findings on? Drinks?"
“I don’t know...” Inui frowned and looked at the mushroom in his hands. “I am quite tempted to use this Reishi in Juice... but I think I will sell it to one of the traditional medicine shops in the town. It should fetch a decent price. The other mushrooms will definitely be used for my drinks.”
"Do you realize I've never actually tried one of your drinks? I've heard that they're quite special..." Irie smiled. "But it's your lucky day then, isn't it? Congratulations!"
Inui grinned, his foggy glasses making him look a bit maniacal. It was true, that he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to test his juice on Irie. This had to be remedied. “You should try some,” he said. “They’re very good for you. Full of vitamins and minerals. I can even tailor one to your specific health needs.”
"You can?" Beamed the poor victim. "That's brilliant! I mean... Isn't that pretty high level stuff? Nutrition and personal adjustments and such..."
“It’s a hobby, but I put a lot of effort into it,” said Inui proudly. “For example, if you were lacking in iron, I would put more ingredients that contained high iron in it. If you were lacking vitamins because of a poor diet, I would add fruit and vegetables with the appropriate vitamins. Et cetera.”
"More iron is probably good," Irie thought out loud. "I'm not certain, but... I tend to stay clear of red meat and I really can't stand broccoli. So... Not eating a lot of iron, no." He guessed it could explain his rather pale complexion. If his blood was weak...
“Oh?” That was good data. Out came a somewhat dirty and stained notebook from beneath the poncho, and Inui scribbled the data down. “What about spinach?” Inui asked, pen at the ready. “Spinach and other leafy greens have appreciable amounts of iron, though iron is more easily absorbed from red meat.”
"Hm..." He pursed his lips, fingers scratching the side of his neck. "Well, I don't mind spinach too much, when it's mixed up with other things?" Am I really such a picky eater? Oh dear, didn't notice that... How could you not, honey?
“Tofu has high iron too,” Inui said, mental gears working away. Maybe he could make a iron-replenishing drink! Tofu, spinach...red meat (what Irie didn’t know went into the juice wouldn’t kill him), other leafy greens... Inui couldn’t wait to start.
"Oh, I like tofu! I... just don't eat it much, for some reason. So, do you really think you could help me?" He beamed at Inui. (Poor sod.)
“Of course,” Inui nodded eagerly. He already had a recipe planned. “Let’s go, now.”
"Okay~" Irie quickly finished up, taking good care to watch where he placed his feet, and then waited for Inui to finish up whatever he needed to do as well.
Grinning, Inui led Irie all the way back to the kitchens in the senior dorm. “Wait here, I need to get my blender and some special ingredients,” Inui said. He disappeared upstairs into his room, leaving a trail of water droplets in his wake.
Irie knew he ought to fear for his life, but the excitement on Inui's face was strangely heartwarming, and he really couldn't bring himself to back out now. Instead he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs - it seemed like this one was becoming his favorite, he had sat in it when he had watched Atobe work as well - and with one leg crossed over the other, he waited.
Inui returned shortly with his blender and a bag full of ingredients. A maniacal grin on his face, he quickly washed and prepared the vegetables before dumping them into the blender, together with an entire block of tofu and something suspiciously red, raw and squishy. Inui added a few drops of Tabasco sauce ‘to taste’, and pressed the power button. The blender spluttered a few times before finally whirring to life.
Irie's eyes widened at the sight of the raw and squishy, and as he spoke up, his voice was nothing but a weak whisper. "... That... that wasn't meat, was it?" Was it liver? Or... Oh my. Oh my. The sound of the blender was the sound of impending doom.
“Oh? What was what?” said Inui innocently, even as red droplets spattered all over the walls of the blender. “Please be patient, it’s nearly done.” Inui glanced at the timer on his watch, and when it beeped, he stopped the blender and took out a mug. The thick, gooey substance fell into the mug in glops as Inui poured.
“There.” The beverage was pushed in front of Irie.
And he stared at it. It looked like something that needed to be in the oven for at least an hour or two before it was even remotely edible, and he was supposed to down it like this? "Itadakimasu." Better get it over with, then. He had asked about this, after all. His stomach turned as he brought the vile thing to his lips, the smell alone was enough for him to feel like tossing the mug across the room. He closed his eyes and gulped down the substance.
…
And the next thing that happened was that his face was planted against the table with a 'thud'.
Ii data. Inui meticulously recorded the results of his experiment before clearing everything away. Now what to do with Irie’s unconscious body? In the light of recent events, Inui wished to avoid more complaints that he had ‘poisoned’ someone again or otherwise draw attention to his deeds. Ah. He padded out of the kitchen and stuck his head into the student lounge. All clear. With some difficulty, he hauled Irie out of his chair and dragged him all the way into the lounge, hefting him onto the couch. He retrieved the porn magazine some senior student had conveniently left under a cushion, opened it to a random page, and put it over Irie’s face. Some rearrangements of limbs later, Irie looked the very picture of a relaxed student who had simply fallen asleep on the couch while reading. Inui congratulated himself on a job well done, and retired to his room to catalogue his mushrooms. All in all, a productive day, he thought.
Location: Foresty bits around school grounts, Senior dorm kitchens
Time: Fri Oct 12
Rating: PG for Porn..Mags.
Summary: One rainy day, Inui goes mushroom picking and encounters Irie.
Fall was really the optimum time to harvest mushrooms. Diversity was up 33% and quantity up 52-57%! Inui happily rooted through the forest undergrowth, collecting mushrooms of various sizes, shapes and colours. He held a reference book on fungi in one hand, making sure he picked the right species. They had to have the right compounds to be beneficial in Juice, after all.
And through the forest came the sound of a saxophone. Deep tones, alluring and soft, dripping through the branches as the light rain that drizzled down from a light gray sky. Irie stood on a tree branch, high up in an oak, back against the trunk, glasses slightly fogged up because of the rain. Still he had a fairly good view of Inui a stonethrow away.
Inui blinked and looked about him. The only person he knew who played the saxophone would be Irie, but he couldn’t really see anyone around him. He tried scanning upwards, but the rain fell onto his glasses, blurring his vision. He took them off and wiped them on his shirt with a sigh.
“Isn’t it too wet to be playing an instrument outdoors?” Inui spoke out louder than usual so it would reach Irie over the sound of the saxophone and the raindrops falling on the leaves.
"The canopy protects it a bit," Irie admitted, stopping the music. He focused, and allowed himself to phase through the branch and the the tree trunk until he stood down on the ground. There he knelt and put the the instrument away in its case, and locked it up safely. He hoisted the case over his shoulder and sauntered over to Inui. "Hello~"
“Irie.” Inui stood and adjusted his glasses. It wasn’t every day one got to observe Irie’s abilities. He closed his book and stuck it somewhere under his enormous, hideously green rainproof poncho. “Hello. Why here instead of the practice rooms?”
Oh dear lord, what was Inui wearing? Irie was almost glad that his vision was obscured. Well, he wouldn't comment on it, instead he simply smiled and brushed some bangs away from his face. The humidity made his curls extra curly, and it was quite annoying, as his hair rarely submitted under a brush in the first place. "I enjoy this scenery a lot more. And..." He nodded at the tree. "I enjoy heights. What are you doing?"
“Collecting ingredients,” Inui replied, stretching with an audible crack. Spending all that time on the forest floor on hands and knees could become quite tiring. He was about to take out his notebook to record the new information that Irie had given about himself when he suddenly froze and pointed at Irie’s feet. “Don’t move!”
Which, of course, made Irie move. He took a step backwards. There was something there, but it didn't look like a snake or spider at least. Nothing that could jump up and bite him. "Wow, what?"
Inui practically dived onto the spot between Irie’s legs and started digging up something brown and slightly glossy, the size of a fist. Triumphant, he held it high. “Reishi,” he proclaimed. “Any Japanese would know that this is a very valuable mushroom, famed for its health-giving properties. I’ve been looking for it for ages.”
"Oh! Oh, I'm so glad I didn't step on it!" Worriedly, Irie crouched down, inspecting the ground. "What are you going to use all your findings on? Drinks?"
“I don’t know...” Inui frowned and looked at the mushroom in his hands. “I am quite tempted to use this Reishi in Juice... but I think I will sell it to one of the traditional medicine shops in the town. It should fetch a decent price. The other mushrooms will definitely be used for my drinks.”
"Do you realize I've never actually tried one of your drinks? I've heard that they're quite special..." Irie smiled. "But it's your lucky day then, isn't it? Congratulations!"
Inui grinned, his foggy glasses making him look a bit maniacal. It was true, that he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to test his juice on Irie. This had to be remedied. “You should try some,” he said. “They’re very good for you. Full of vitamins and minerals. I can even tailor one to your specific health needs.”
"You can?" Beamed the poor victim. "That's brilliant! I mean... Isn't that pretty high level stuff? Nutrition and personal adjustments and such..."
“It’s a hobby, but I put a lot of effort into it,” said Inui proudly. “For example, if you were lacking in iron, I would put more ingredients that contained high iron in it. If you were lacking vitamins because of a poor diet, I would add fruit and vegetables with the appropriate vitamins. Et cetera.”
"More iron is probably good," Irie thought out loud. "I'm not certain, but... I tend to stay clear of red meat and I really can't stand broccoli. So... Not eating a lot of iron, no." He guessed it could explain his rather pale complexion. If his blood was weak...
“Oh?” That was good data. Out came a somewhat dirty and stained notebook from beneath the poncho, and Inui scribbled the data down. “What about spinach?” Inui asked, pen at the ready. “Spinach and other leafy greens have appreciable amounts of iron, though iron is more easily absorbed from red meat.”
"Hm..." He pursed his lips, fingers scratching the side of his neck. "Well, I don't mind spinach too much, when it's mixed up with other things?" Am I really such a picky eater? Oh dear, didn't notice that... How could you not, honey?
“Tofu has high iron too,” Inui said, mental gears working away. Maybe he could make a iron-replenishing drink! Tofu, spinach...red meat (what Irie didn’t know went into the juice wouldn’t kill him), other leafy greens... Inui couldn’t wait to start.
"Oh, I like tofu! I... just don't eat it much, for some reason. So, do you really think you could help me?" He beamed at Inui. (Poor sod.)
“Of course,” Inui nodded eagerly. He already had a recipe planned. “Let’s go, now.”
"Okay~" Irie quickly finished up, taking good care to watch where he placed his feet, and then waited for Inui to finish up whatever he needed to do as well.
Grinning, Inui led Irie all the way back to the kitchens in the senior dorm. “Wait here, I need to get my blender and some special ingredients,” Inui said. He disappeared upstairs into his room, leaving a trail of water droplets in his wake.
Irie knew he ought to fear for his life, but the excitement on Inui's face was strangely heartwarming, and he really couldn't bring himself to back out now. Instead he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs - it seemed like this one was becoming his favorite, he had sat in it when he had watched Atobe work as well - and with one leg crossed over the other, he waited.
Inui returned shortly with his blender and a bag full of ingredients. A maniacal grin on his face, he quickly washed and prepared the vegetables before dumping them into the blender, together with an entire block of tofu and something suspiciously red, raw and squishy. Inui added a few drops of Tabasco sauce ‘to taste’, and pressed the power button. The blender spluttered a few times before finally whirring to life.
Irie's eyes widened at the sight of the raw and squishy, and as he spoke up, his voice was nothing but a weak whisper. "... That... that wasn't meat, was it?" Was it liver? Or... Oh my. Oh my. The sound of the blender was the sound of impending doom.
“Oh? What was what?” said Inui innocently, even as red droplets spattered all over the walls of the blender. “Please be patient, it’s nearly done.” Inui glanced at the timer on his watch, and when it beeped, he stopped the blender and took out a mug. The thick, gooey substance fell into the mug in glops as Inui poured.
“There.” The beverage was pushed in front of Irie.
And he stared at it. It looked like something that needed to be in the oven for at least an hour or two before it was even remotely edible, and he was supposed to down it like this? "Itadakimasu." Better get it over with, then. He had asked about this, after all. His stomach turned as he brought the vile thing to his lips, the smell alone was enough for him to feel like tossing the mug across the room. He closed his eyes and gulped down the substance.
…
And the next thing that happened was that his face was planted against the table with a 'thud'.
Ii data. Inui meticulously recorded the results of his experiment before clearing everything away. Now what to do with Irie’s unconscious body? In the light of recent events, Inui wished to avoid more complaints that he had ‘poisoned’ someone again or otherwise draw attention to his deeds. Ah. He padded out of the kitchen and stuck his head into the student lounge. All clear. With some difficulty, he hauled Irie out of his chair and dragged him all the way into the lounge, hefting him onto the couch. He retrieved the porn magazine some senior student had conveniently left under a cushion, opened it to a random page, and put it over Irie’s face. Some rearrangements of limbs later, Irie looked the very picture of a relaxed student who had simply fallen asleep on the couch while reading. Inui congratulated himself on a job well done, and retired to his room to catalogue his mushrooms. All in all, a productive day, he thought.