[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[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.
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You know...I usually make more food than I can eat in one sitting. If you. Wanted to try more shit.
[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.
[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.]
[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 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.]
[He sits as instructed at the table, letting Dolph portion out the steak and rice as he pleases. It's probably the first time this night that he starts to feel conscious of how out of place he seems in this fancy house, dressed in his old, weather-beaten coat and beanie.
[That's -- heavy, then. Shinjiro feels a little uncertain how to hold that, really, having meant this as a casual sort of gesture. The way a person drops off a thank you card.
Ultimately, he decides on just being upfront, as they usually are with each other.]
That's rough. For me...it was just a means of being more independent, at first. You can get by cheaper if you cook your own food rather than relying on takeout and conbini--er, convenience store stuff all the time. But I found I really liked doin' it, actually, so...I kept finding new things to try out.
[At least until he starting living on the street, anyway. But in a way, those couple years of not having access to any kind of kitchen easily made him appreciate getting a chance to come back to it even more -- especially with them being what he thought would be his last days alive. So it was a natural idea for a gift, to him, in a way that sharing the meal together isn't ... but strangely, he finds that he appreciates this opportunity, too. Laserhawk didn't need to ask him to stay, really. There's others he could've shared this meal with, after all.]
It's one of the first things I tried to learn when I got here. I wanted some independence and I wanted to have a skill that wasn't just . . . violence.
[ a faint smile. ]
Jean got me my first cookbooks. And after that, we would do it together.
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Are you coming over?
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if you ain't busy
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when he opens the door to let shinji in, he looks at the tupperware quizzically. ]
Food?
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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.
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[ 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.
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You know...I usually make more food than I can eat in one sitting. If you. Wanted to try more shit.
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You're a big cook then?
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S'just a hobby.
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Just a hobby where you cook lots of food and give it to friends?
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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.]
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Well, thanks. I appreciate it.
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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.]
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You're not going to eat?
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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.]
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You made it. Why wouldn't you want to eat it with someone?
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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.]
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Don't you think?
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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.]
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[ which he does promptly, setting it out and then unpacks the steak for them both, cutting it neatly into two portions. ]
The idea of eating alone doesn't sit well with me.
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The thought is quickly pushed aside, though.]
Yeah? Because of how things were at Eden, or...?
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Yeah. Food, drugs, all of it was just forced down. I was alone or I was experimented on.
It's with other people that I really . . . enjoyed food again.
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Ultimately, he decides on just being upfront, as they usually are with each other.]
That's rough. For me...it was just a means of being more independent, at first. You can get by cheaper if you cook your own food rather than relying on takeout and conbini--er, convenience store stuff all the time. But I found I really liked doin' it, actually, so...I kept finding new things to try out.
[At least until he starting living on the street, anyway. But in a way, those couple years of not having access to any kind of kitchen easily made him appreciate getting a chance to come back to it even more -- especially with them being what he thought would be his last days alive. So it was a natural idea for a gift, to him, in a way that sharing the meal together isn't ... but strangely, he finds that he appreciates this opportunity, too. Laserhawk didn't need to ask him to stay, really. There's others he could've shared this meal with, after all.]
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It's one of the first things I tried to learn when I got here. I wanted some independence and I wanted to have a skill that wasn't just . . . violence.
[ a faint smile. ]
Jean got me my first cookbooks. And after that, we would do it together.
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wrap!