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It's been a few hours. No, the tea didn't help; he's nervous, twitchy, can't keep still. Obviously the thing to do is wall himself up in a kitchen and cook with ridiculous amounts of onions.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. Adult content further down.]]

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[stripesandheels]

[She makes it back, mostly intact- no. Who is she kidding? One thigh high has come off her garter belt, and rolled down. Her dress is rumpled, her hair is a mess. She ignores him, as she comes into the room, and drifts to the cupboard to get a glass down for water.

Higher than a fucking kite, would be the expression.]

[subversion]

If I'd done the same to you, nobody would even question it.

[Quiet, pattering self-justification. He judges, by now, that the room's clear enough to uncover his food again.]

[stripesandheels]

I said don't worry about it. Just don't tell him.

[subversion]

I'm not going to tell him anything. Why would I?

[stripesandheels]

I don't know. This place works in strange ways sometimes. I just thought I'd make sure.

[She smiles.]

[subversion]

[He can't help but feel woebegone, seeing that smile. Turning away, he splashes sugar and mirin into the bowl with the eggs.]

I wish you hadn't. I said don't push.

[stripesandheels]

It's okay. I won't do it again.

[The three meter perimeter of 'do not enter' will have to ensure that much. It's as much for her as it is for him.]

Because then you'd be close, and I'd have to shoot you, and I don't want to do that.

[subversion]

I don't want you to shoot me. You'd have to clean up the mess. Plus, I'm not done with my fried rice.

[Whisking the eggs, slowly. Hello, eggs. Their surface rises in milky bubbles.]

[stripesandheels]

I could shoot you, steal your rice, and leave the mess for someone else.

[She points out, quite reasonably, she feels.]

I'm not going to. I think I am going to shoot your double, though.

[subversion]

[He freezes, just for a second, before picking up the whisking, faster than before. The bamboo taps quietly against the side of the bowl.]

When you go back?

[stripesandheels]

When I go back. I thought I'd be too hung up on you to kill someone with your face, but the two of you are really very different. I'll just have to be okay with it. When it's done with, I'll have to leave Japan, but that's okay.

[subversion]

Plus, you're not so hung up on me now, I suppose.

[Which definitely ought to be a good thing.]

[stripesandheels]

I don't know. I don't neccessarily fall out of love if a guy knocks me around. It's kind of an intellectual decision to get some distance, cause not even you're worth the bruises.

[This is what she gets for mixing medication and booze, really, she should have. The high isn't going to be worth the regret in the morning.]

[subversion]

[The slap of the whisk against ceramic stills to silence. He'd known. He knew. She won't remember clearly, and there's no way he can make her get it.]

You - [hurt me, you hurt me] - don't listen to words, Matt. I tell you no, you don't want to hear it. [The whisking picks up again.] I push you off, you come back. I don't-

[It drops to a mumble, as he scoops rice into the bowl.]

I didn't want you to be like the rest of them. I liked you.

[stripesandheels]

Well, then you can be happy, right? You pushed me off, I'm not coming back any more. I get it now. You don't have to like me any more if you don't want to, but you know I'll always make a pie with you. Or talk about Star Trek. Or get jam out of your hair.

[subversion]

[Except, deep down, he'd known she'd keep coming back, no matter what. They always do, don't they? Something's missing that he didn't even know was there, and couldn't identify if he looked at it head-on. His lips tighten into the bowl.]