[ For all of Kazuya Miyuki's faults - and, according to everyone who has ever known him, there are a number of them - his cooking ability has never been on the list. In fact, he's been cooking kind of obsessively for a day and a half? There is so much fried rice in the house right now. He'd never admit he's using it as a distraction from how weird all of this is, but it's probably obvious.
At least the whole place smells good? The moment he spots someone else near the kitchen, he waves them down with the big metal spoon in his right hand. ]
Can you watch this for a sec?
[ He gestures to the cutting board on the counter. ] Or you can cut vegetables, I guess, but this is probably easier.
[ Is that a wink-wink-nudge-nudge you're terrible at cutting vegetables? Yes. Yes it is. ]
b;
[ The neighborhood, at least, is nice. Kazuya would be doing more running or swinging his bat, but all of that got boring without anyone else to needle with teasingsuffer with talk to, even for him. He's already swung a bat for hours today, he's already taken two long runs around the neighborhood, and he's been banned from the kitchen until the leftovers are gone. So now he's at the pet store, peering at the glass case. (Look, he's got a yappy first year at his heels all the time - of course he's a cat person.)
He reaches down to pet one particularly friendly kitten, but this is quite clearly a miscalculation: no sooner is his arm in the case than there is a mass of meowing fluff trying to climb his shirtsleeve. He looks around, clearly panicking a little. ]
That's my arm, c'mon -- [ He's working carefully to peel himself out, but at least one kitten had gotten up to his elbow and used it as diving board to get on the floor, so even when he eventually succeeds there's a second problem to address, here. ] Wai--get back here!
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[ For all of Kazuya Miyuki's faults - and, according to everyone who has ever known him, there are a number of them - his cooking ability has never been on the list. In fact, he's been cooking kind of obsessively for a day and a half? There is so much fried rice in the house right now. He'd never admit he's using it as a distraction from how weird all of this is, but it's probably obvious.
At least the whole place smells good? The moment he spots someone else near the kitchen, he waves them down with the big metal spoon in his right hand. ]
Can you watch this for a sec?
[ He gestures to the cutting board on the counter. ] Or you can cut vegetables, I guess, but this is probably easier.
[ Is that a wink-wink-nudge-nudge you're terrible at cutting vegetables? Yes. Yes it is. ]
b;
[ The neighborhood, at least, is nice. Kazuya would be doing more running or swinging his bat, but all of that got boring without anyone else to
needle with teasingsuffer withtalk to, even for him. He's already swung a bat for hours today, he's already taken two long runs around the neighborhood, and he's been banned from the kitchen until the leftovers are gone. So now he's at the pet store, peering at the glass case. (Look, he's got a yappy first year at his heels all the time - of course he's a cat person.)He reaches down to pet one particularly friendly kitten, but this is quite clearly a miscalculation: no sooner is his arm in the case than there is a mass of meowing fluff trying to climb his shirtsleeve. He looks around, clearly panicking a little. ]
That's my arm, c'mon -- [ He's working carefully to peel himself out, but at least one kitten had gotten up to his elbow and used it as diving board to get on the floor, so even when he eventually succeeds there's a second problem to address, here. ] Wai--get back here!
[ Save him.
(Or don't.) ]
c;
[ Something else in mind? Hit me! ]