Who: A Stupid American and A Brilliant Moldovan When: Thursday evening, March 31st Where: Alfred's flat What: Ramen party and a "discussion". One that only partially involves words.
Nearly jumping a foot in the air as he saw the Moldovan, Alfred didn't let the shock reach the rest of his body, the only sign of his shock in two rapid blinks of his eyes before he smiled. This was perfect, he couldn't have asked for a better time for Ion to come over. TAs really should facebook friend their students, especially when they posted such... juicy information about Thursday meetings.
"Hey." Alfred said back smoothly, continuing to walk towards the kitchen, pulling out a pot, filling it with water before placing it on the stove, turning on the gas and dropping a mushroom inside, moving around to the fridge, opening and pulling out the noodles Kiku's recipe had instructed him to make.
Like a good housewife, Alfred looked over at Ion, still smiling. "Good day~?"
The look Alfred was graced with clearly bespoke that Ion could either be describing his day or his unwilling host. He was suspicious, because the American never greeted him with such hospitality.
...or even with a smile, really. His eyes narrowed as he followed slowly into the kitchen, perching warily on the counter and watching Alfred with a cautious stare.
"I'm making ramen." Alfred said, hands automatically preparing the dish, fiddling with the broth, still watching the other man verrrry carefully. This was seriously the best thing that'd happened to him in a long time. "I'll make you some too, don't worry."
Turning his back to Ion, something he'd usually refrain from doing, Alfred rummaged through his fridge.
And then he asked the question. "And Professor. M... Heard you saw him today~?"
"I see him most days. Is what having lecture class means, boule." Ion rolled his eyes impatiently, shifting backwards to settle more solidly on the counter space and pulling his legs up to his chest to form a defensive curl against what seemed like suspicious questioning. "You not usually ask me stupid questions like this."
The broth in the pot had started to bubble. Ion let himself be distracted by it for a moment, face creased into a slight frown. He shook himself mentally at glanced back at Alfred.
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"Hey." Alfred said back smoothly, continuing to walk towards the kitchen, pulling out a pot, filling it with water before placing it on the stove, turning on the gas and dropping a mushroom inside, moving around to the fridge, opening and pulling out the noodles Kiku's recipe had instructed him to make.
Like a good housewife, Alfred looked over at Ion, still smiling. "Good day~?"
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The look Alfred was graced with clearly bespoke that Ion could either be describing his day or his unwilling host. He was suspicious, because the American never greeted him with such hospitality.
...or even with a smile, really. His eyes narrowed as he followed slowly into the kitchen, perching warily on the counter and watching Alfred with a cautious stare.
"...what are you doing?"
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Turning his back to Ion, something he'd usually refrain from doing, Alfred rummaged through his fridge.
And then he asked the question. "And Professor. M... Heard you saw him today~?"
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The broth in the pot had started to bubble. Ion let himself be distracted by it for a moment, face creased into a slight frown. He shook himself mentally at glanced back at Alfred.
"What is point?"
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