Yeahanotheroneofthese [OPEN]

[notalfredjones]

Characters: Matthew. everyone else. if you want.
Location: omg where do you think. the kitchen :|
Time: Any time from 9 pm to 6 am. HE WILL NOT BE THWARTED BY YOUR CURFEWS
Content: Cooking. Worrying. cooking to stop worrying. pancakes. omnomnom
Format: uuugh starting in prose but whaaatever you want. I do action more but I feel wordy
Warnings: None

Comments

why am i even still awake

[tacticalnap]

Nap as often as Caesar does during class and late night wanderings ends up being a given. Curfew wasn't a worry. He could just stop and check where people were, backtrack is someone seemed to be heading his way. The fact that someone was still fiddling around in the kitchen had caught his attention, especially when whoever this late night snacker seemed intent on sticking around there every single time he did a location check.

Odd how he keeps ending up visiting this part of the school...

The redhead lurked outside the kitchen door at first, listening. Did he smell pancakes? Seriously? In the middle of the night? Well, that had to at least mean whoever was in there couldn't be sinister. Pancakes weren't really something bad guys would break in to make, right?

Oh well. Caesar pushed the door open. "Hello?"

[notalfredjones]

Matt shouldn't have been surprised really, he was used to people wandering in from the far reaches of the school at all hours. HE still jumped and peered over, blinking.

"O-Oh hi."

He looked up at Caesar as he cut off a bit of his pancake and ate it solemnly.

[tacticalnap]

"You? Not who I was expecting."

Caesar pocketed his flashlight and stepped in out of the hall. The pancakes got a curious look. "Uh. Midnight cravings..." Oh, what was this guy's name again, something with an M-- ah, right. "Matt?"

[notalfredjones]

"Who were you expecting? A vicious flour thief?" Matt smiled slightly and gestured to the his pancakes, "I just felt like cooking."

[nuclearshota]

Len had been sitting at his desk for a good few hours past dinner, staring at the essay he was supposed to be writing. The paper had a few kanji scribbled on it so far, but nothing that could have been any sort of coherent essay.

It was hard going from being home, and being surrounded by your native tongue, to being thrown back into the school where he had to squint at signs before they made any sort of sense to him. And it didn't help that he wasn't a strong writer to begin with, either.

A walk sounded good, and maybe a snack. (Curfew, what was that? Just another thing Len didn't care about.) He was still getting used to not having that constant presence by his side--maybe a walk would get it all out of his head.... Was that food he smelled cooking?

It sure smelled delicious... Len peeked into the kitchen through one of the doors. "It's time for breakfast already?"

[notalfredjones]

Matthew was so absorbed in eating his pancake and pouring over recipes on his laptop that he barely heard Len there at the door. Only when he did realize someone was speaking, did he jump a bit and look up.

"O-Oh no. Just...cooking." He gestured widely with his arms and shrugged.

[nuclearshota]

"You cook in the middle of the night?" Len shuffled over to the counter, peering at the pancakes with a quizzical expression, "Kind of a weird midnight snack."

[notalfredjones]

"I cook when I feel the need. Can't really sleep." He gestured to the pancakes with his free hand, the other carefully slicing a bit off his own pile, "Not that weird? Not any weirder than anything else really. Did you want any?"

[usedgust]

The smell of baked goods was something Naruto was getting far too accustomed to. He caught a whif a good bit away from the kitchen and knew at once who was bustling about. Sanji's cooking smelled amazing, too. But Matthew was less a threat to Naruto's safety. At least for the most part.

He slipped into the kitchen without announcing himself, hands in his pockets as he walked towards the other boy. There was still the lingering worry at the back of his mind- That Al could be in dire need of help right now. In danger or worse... And then at the same time there was Al's brother, cooking in a fret. He'd never forgive Naruto if he knew he didn't at least try to cool the mother hen down and let him frazzle himself to death.

"Whatcha cookin', Mattie?" he says suddenly, leaning over Matthew's shoulder with absolutely no intentions to respect his personal bubble. He was reaching around the boy's side, finger going straight for a simmering pancake. "Is it food? Can I eat it? I'm starvin'!"

[notalfredjones]

Matt jumped, looking back over his shoulder and sighing softly. Of courses it was Naruto, who else would it be. He batted at the reaching hand with his spatula, reflexes left over from Al, and rolled his eyes.

"Mmmn, what else would I be cooking? Sand? And you can have some when it's done, not when it's half-cooked." He flipped one of the pancakes and rolled his eyes. If Al had been here, he'd be sure Naruto was sent in his place, but Al wasn't here to tell Naruto he did the all night cooking things.

"...When Al gets back, you'll have to take up that nickname with him. He wouldn't let my last boyfriend call me Mattie."

[usedgust]

He hadn't pulled his hand back in time and winced, the sting from the cooking tool traveling up his arm. Naruto scowled and pulled back, tending to the limb like he'd been burned.

"Jeez, whatsit matter how cooked it is? M'sure it'll all taste the same." Though the blond knew better and didn't try fighting the boy's logic any further. He'd have been happy to simply allow Matthew to continue cooking and enjoy his company, but he was throwing out Al's name before he could properly distract him.

"Don't care what that guy says..." It was mumbled as he tried to work his mind around Alfred- When he would get back. If he was alright... And then suddenly realization of what he was being compared to. "Woah. Wait. M'not your boyfriend!"

[notalfredjones]

"Of course it matters, it won't taste as good when it's half-cooked. It will be done in a second." Matt sighed and tapped his foot, spatula hovering in front of his lips.

"Huh--what? No I'm not saying you are, just that's the only other person who has even tried to call me Mattie. And good luck with that."