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[petsthedog]

[Damn. Of course it wouldn't be that simple.]

any favorites?
just, first things that come to mind, don't overthink it

[laserhawk]

[ hm. ]

I like steak. Some of the stuff Jean likes to make. He's into fancy foods.

Why are you asking?

[petsthedog]

[Oh, the temptation to leave that on read and just quietly ding dong ditch him with some kind of steak dish. It would be so much easier.

At least this is text and Laserhawk can't actually see him fluster.]

come on, man
you got at least a couple people in your life that cook, clearly
why do you usually get asked that question

[Don't make him say it.]

[laserhawk]

Jean cooks for me. And with me. That's about it.

[ well, he had that cooking session with akira but that had been. complicated. ]

So yeah, feels worth asking.

[petsthedog]

[Not Maruki? He would've assumed from that party that the guy is constantly feeding all his friends. But it's none of his business, he supposes.]

fine
it's gotta be obvious now, though

[he's not! saying it! it's embarrassing!]

you at your place tonight or the club?

[laserhawk]

I'm at my place.

Are you coming over?

[petsthedog]

[screams,]

if you ain't busy

[laserhawk]

I'm not. Just stop by.

action

[petsthedog]

[A ... couple hours later, Shinjiro does drop by, carrying a tupperware of food. He's tempted, once again, to ring the doorbell and fuck off, but he's really...trying, here.]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph's house is large. rather luxurious, quite frankly. it mirrors what he used to see in the echelons of eden society. and while dolph despises them, he can't help it. eden was the only thing he knew for a long time. he's tired of being ashamed of that too.

when he opens the door to let shinji in, he looks at the tupperware quizzically. ]

Food?

[petsthedog]

[It's probably the nicest house he's ever been inside. He imagines Mitsuru's place might've been something like this, but they mostly interacted at school and the dorms, aside from their excursions into Tartarus.

Even so, the fanciness of the house is far from the forefront of his thoughts, really -- and when Laserhawk looks confused at the food, his own brow furrows. Did he really not catch his drift, earlier?]

...Steak donburi. [he offers, by way of explanation -- extending the tupperware forward] I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just made something I'm familiar with.

[laserhawk]

Thanks.

[ still puzzled over the gift of food though, but dolph isn't going to turn it down. ]

I'm sure it's nice. I like trying new things.

[petsthedog]

[Food is easier than expressing a feeling with words, alright. Except...now the food's been offered, and he's still standing in Laserhawk's house with no idea of anything else to say. He genuinely debates the merits of simply saying goodnight, turning around, and heading home.

...]

You know...I usually make more food than I can eat in one sitting. If you. Wanted to try more shit.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph raises an eyebrow. ]

You're a big cook then?

[petsthedog]

[He shrugs a shoulder.]

S'just a hobby.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph looks at him. ]

Just a hobby where you cook lots of food and give it to friends?

[petsthedog]

[His expression does an interesting thing where he has to make an effort to keep it steady and not immediately choke on his own air as the other man just outright calls them friends.]

Not...usually.

[It's been a few times now, though. Maruki, Qifrey, Flat ... and now him. People he's experienced a fondness for in some fashion or other, in each case. Friends, basically, even though he's avoided using the word.

Augh. So much for being casual about this.]

[laserhawk]

[ very convincing. but it's something better than mulling over his grief and justice. dolph's not here to mock it. ]

Well, thanks. I appreciate it.

[petsthedog]

[He rubs awkwardly at his neck, still uncomfortable with ... all this. It's been a long time since he's gone out of his way to spend time with anyone, really, much less volunteered to do so again in the future.]

Cool. I'll uh...let you know next time I'm making shit? Later.

[Is he going to just ... leave five minutes after coming over ..... probably yes, unless he's stopped. smh.]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph cocks his head at him. ]

You're not going to eat?

[petsthedog]

[He stops, mid-turn. Blinks once, and then a second time. Ah...]

Did you want me to?

[It'd been meant more as a gift, an acknowledgment of what had happened between them before -- like an edible version of a thank you card. But it's not like he minds sharing this meal together, either. Even if he hadn't expected the older man would be interested.]

[laserhawk]

It doesn't make sense to eat it on my own. And you're here.

You made it. Why wouldn't you want to eat it with someone?

[petsthedog]

[Laserhawk is handing him a life raft, here. It'd be so easy to shrug, concede that there was in fact no good reason not to eat while he's here, and carry on as though this means absolutely nothing.

But like a fool, Shinjiro feels the need to clarify one thing:]

Doesn't it? It's for you.

[As in, he made it for him, specifically. He doesn't mind having a share, if that's how the older man wants it, but ... it hadn't been his intention.]

[laserhawk]

All the more reason to share it.

Don't you think?

[petsthedog]

[...He hadn't really thought of it like that, honestly. It's not as though he's been on the other side of this, really.

Another beat of hesitation, then:]

Sure, yeah.

[Still going to just linger awkwardly in the doorway until he's instructed on where to go, though.]