Hostage negotiations [OPEN]

[adiosasshole]

Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki and [OPEN]
Content: Shinji is baking melon bread and plum tarts to get his clothes back. Don't ask
Setting: Silvana kitchen aka Shinji's lair
Time: Shortly after his most recent post

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[caesarstrike]

Akihiko was making his way back to his room, after hiding Shinji's new clothes with Toph, when he caught the unmistakable smell of melon bread. He smirked. Looks like Shinji got the note.

Making his way down to the kitchen, he smiled when he saw Shinji at work, and some melon bread cooling nearby. Maybe he'd get him to teach him how to make it sometime. "Smells good," he said, leaning on the doorframe.

[adiosasshole]

Shinji had been expecting the smell to draw Aki in, and it had worked like a charm. He turned flicking some of the dough from his mixing spoon at him before returning to his work.

"Yeah, you'd know wouldn't you. Thief." He sounded pretty cranky, but no longer as red-ragey as he had before. At least the thief wasn't Gin.

[caesarstrike]

Aki raised his hand, catching the dough, and he licked it off. "Tastes good, too. I've missed yours," he said, unable to keep a note of sadness from creeping in his voice.

He sat on one of the counters, away from Shinji's work area, and gave him a Look. "Thief? You think I took your clothes?

[adiosasshole]

He noticed the tone, but refused to acknowledge it. Starting down that slope once again would do him no good. Once upon a time he'd been a sucker for it (and Miki's) but after having Akihiko chasing after him those first months after he left SEES but before he left on a ship and broke contact for good... it pissed him off more then anything. What right did Aki have to be sad over him?

"Who else would want melon bread for ransom?"

[dontkillmebro]

Sara wasn't sure she wanted to get involved in this... whatever it was that he'd been going on about. Something about melon bread. Which seemed to be what he was making now, she assumed as she walked into the kitchen.

Still, she was a little curious.

"...What are you doing?"

[adiosasshole]

He looked up, seeing it was neither of his "blackmailers", and went back to kneeding his dough.

"Cooking. It is my job you know." He titled his chin at the already finished loaves. "Cut off a slice if you want some."

[dontkillmebro]

She hesitated and then did so, being careful not to cause any more kitchen disasters. She sighed with relief when the worst that happened was that she couldn't cut in a straight line.

"...Thank you. What's this for?"

[adiosasshole]

"Ransom." He replied with a grunt, putting the newest loaf in the oven and dusting his hands free of flour. He walked over, tearing off a hunk of the bread instead of even trying to cut it.

"...it turn out alright?"

[flyfrommyself]

Yami made it a point not to get into petty squabbles between other people, so he'd not really been following Shinji's posts.

Which is a lot of what took him by surprise when he was passing the kitchen, headed for the lounge with a book in one hand, when an unfamiliar but very enticing aroma hit his olfactory sense.

He paused to stick his head in the door. "Shinji, what . . . have you been making in here?" Far from an insult or any such thing, his tone held just a hint of wonder. Whatever it was, it smelled really good!

[adiosasshole]

"Eh?" He half turned, spotted Yami's crazy hair, and shrugged. "Bread." Of course, melon bread wasn't just 'bread' it was sweet and vaguely fruity. More a dessert then anything.

"... guess there's enough if you want a slice. Maybe."

[flyfrommyself]

Yami held up a hand, tempted though he was. "If you're making it for something specific, I don't want to make you short, but thank you. What . . . what kind of bread is it?" He found himself wandering over to the counter where a few loaves were cooling, studying them.