Seriously dude, that's kind of creepy. [CLOSED]

[alastinglight]

Characters: Bansai and Takasugi
Location: Souji and Takasugi's apartment
Rating: G... maybe? o_O
Time: December 30, so late at night it's practically the 31st
Description: Bansai makes use of that key Takasugi gave him for Christmas. Takasugi immediately hates his life.

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[frissonic]

Bansai just so happened to have decided to make tonight the day to test out his Christmas present. At present, the musician was all set up in the kitchen, preparing zaru soba for the teen who just so happened to be walking down the hall toward the apartment.

How had he known when to start cooking? By seeing where he was on his shift patrol, of course.

At least he'd used the door properly this time, right?

[alastinglight]

Takasugi knew, the instant that he opened the door, that someone was around. That was a given, though, wasn't it? Maybe Okita was up --

-- well. That's definitely not Okita.

Excuse the boy. He needs to do some incredulous staring.

[frissonic]

Bansai didn't even look up from what he was doing. Instead, he continued on as if the door had never opened, apart from the tiniest beginnings of a smirk, a slight tilt of his head, and his voice coming from the kitchen.

"I am almost finished, I daresay. I hope you are hungry."

There was a short pause, and then, "What would you like to drink, Shinsuke?"

[alastinglight]

"Why are you even here?"

And no, cooking dinner was not the appropriate answer.