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.
Makes sense, lookin' for skills to build a life with.
[Sometimes, he feels unsure what to say, when Laserhawk tells him these things. For all the older man can relate to some things he's talked about, they come from opposite perspectives in a sense. He might never have had much, but he did have a life he was happy with, once. A best friend. A hobby. Small, personal dreams, even as little as having a fun summer vacation when school was out. Maybe some day he might have liked to travel, if he could save enough for it.
The fact that they were shattered irretrievably doesn't change that they existed. Shinjiro's quiet a moment.]
Don't think I've ever met Jean. He live here with you?
[He's taking a guess here. The man had mentioned an upcoming wedding, after all.]
[They haven't moved in together, then. Or maybe he's not the person Laserhawk's getting married to at all. Seems awkward to ask, so he brushes past it.]
Maybe I'll run into him sometime.
[A beat. He finally picks up a mouthful of rice and chews for a moment, then:]
If ... you like it, I could write up a recipe for you guys to make more together.
[please he'd die if he went around town bringing food to random people. he is already strugglebussing with (1) friend.]
I'll check it out sometime. And send you that recipe soon.
[And then, the dreaded awkward silence settles. He ends up just staring at his own plate, pushing around rice just for the sake of something to do with his hands, and to need more time to finish eating.]
[Not the silence itself, either; even with Aki, usually it's the other that does most of the talking, between them. It's stupider than that. He does not get up, even as he continues to look uncomfortable.]
I just -- ain't good at this.
[Even before his life blew up, he wasn't someone with a lot of friends.]
[...he really doesn't have much else to say, but he doesn't try to stall further on eating, at least. It's perhaps a more companionable silence, this time -- if perhaps slightly stilted yet.]
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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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[Sometimes, he feels unsure what to say, when Laserhawk tells him these things. For all the older man can relate to some things he's talked about, they come from opposite perspectives in a sense. He might never have had much, but he did have a life he was happy with, once. A best friend. A hobby. Small, personal dreams, even as little as having a fun summer vacation when school was out. Maybe some day he might have liked to travel, if he could save enough for it.
The fact that they were shattered irretrievably doesn't change that they existed. Shinjiro's quiet a moment.]
Don't think I've ever met Jean. He live here with you?
[He's taking a guess here. The man had mentioned an upcoming wedding, after all.]
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Sometimes. He spends time here and at the farm.
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Maybe I'll run into him sometime.
[A beat. He finally picks up a mouthful of rice and chews for a moment, then:]
If ... you like it, I could write up a recipe for you guys to make more together.
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[ kinda like shinji, huh. ]
Sure. I'd like that.
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[please he'd die if he went around town bringing food to random people. he is already strugglebussing with (1) friend.]
I'll check it out sometime. And send you that recipe soon.
[And then, the dreaded awkward silence settles. He ends up just staring at his own plate, pushing around rice just for the sake of something to do with his hands, and to need more time to finish eating.]
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If you want to go, that's fine.
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[Not the silence itself, either; even with Aki, usually it's the other that does most of the talking, between them. It's stupider than that. He does not get up, even as he continues to look uncomfortable.]
I just -- ain't good at this.
[Even before his life blew up, he wasn't someone with a lot of friends.]
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Like I am?
You don't have to meet a standard. Why would I care?
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[He makes a faintly frustrated noise at the back of his throat, at failing to communicate his meaning a second time.]
I mean...wasn't exactly expecting you to ask me to stay in the first place.
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That's why I said it.
[ it didn't matter if it was rejected or whether shinji was dying to stay. in the end, does things according to his own intent and this matters. ]
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Alright.
[...he really doesn't have much else to say, but he doesn't try to stall further on eating, at least. It's perhaps a more companionable silence, this time -- if perhaps slightly stilted yet.]
wrap!