[ Finally Kazuya's head pops out around the corner, and he raises his eyebrows. ] You can both sleep outside, if you want, it doesn't bother me. [ Translation: stop yelling, holy shit? ]
[He doesn't especially want to share the bed either, but he really doesn't want to sleep on the couch in a house Miyuki-senpai and Sawamura share with someone he doesn't know.]
[After a moment, Furuya starts up the stairs with his cargo pillow. He doesn't mind getting tasked with making rice balls... as long as Miyuki-senpai doesn't mind them being a little wonky. They're still edible.
[ He knew that'd get him. ] Whatever's in the fridge, I haven't been grocery shopping yet. I'll make something special on request, as long as I've got the ingredients.
[ To Furuya, as he moves out of the way: ] The one without manga all over the place.
Yeah! My bed's the one with manga on it! They're from Jun-senpai! If you want to read some, you totally can.... I'M ONLY SHARING IT BECAUSE JUN-SENPAI WOULD'VE WANTED ME TO SHARE HIS BOOKS!
[He's a need driven little cub, this one. He needs food. And... other things from this evening that he's not sure how to identify but he knows he can get them from Miyuki-senpai and Sawamura.]
He offered them to me before too but no, thank you. [You're not that special, Sawamura!
He sets his pillow on the bed, piling his pajamas on top of it and plugging his phone charger in. There.]
[ kazuya's halfway down the stairs by now, whistling as he thinks about how many rice balls he's not going to have to make for at least a couple days. ] You're not fighting about who Jun's offered his manga collection to, are you?
[ that's a stupid question: of course they are. ] Well, whatever, the longer you bicker the less food you'll get~ [ what. he's already disappearing down the hall toward the kitchen, though! ]
[ his bratty underclassmen aside, there's rice to peek in on. the rice is done - he tries to keep a little on hand all the time - and he pops open the top on the cooker so it can cool off enough to touch, humming under his breath as he rummages a big bowl out of the cabinet. ]
I'm not going to starve you, pipe down. Can you get the cutting board and the plastic wrap out, Sawamura? [ you do live here. he turns the water on to run cold water and reaches around for the salt, then leans his head over his shoulder to keep talking. ] Furuya, there's a couple Tupperwares in the fridge with post-its on them, pull out the ones that say 'filling'. [ please don't ruin his expectation that you can read and carry sealed containers fifteen steps to the kitchen island, furuya. ]
[ Eijun does want Captain wants... but only because food is on the line. He makes a beeline to the cabinet where the cutting board is kept and, after that, the drawers were the plastic wrap is. He places it at the counter next to Miyuki then... ]
[So hard on him, Miyuki-senpai, what's with these low expectations? The Tupperwares prove to be no match for Furuya's keen intellect and the distance to the island is destroyed by his superior physical prowess. So there.
He holds one of the containers up, peering at it through the plastic.]
Does it say tuna on the top? If it does, then yeah, it's tuna. [ the kitchen is the one place where he doesn't usually indulge in shitty pranks like swapping post-its... one time confusing salt for sugar is too many.
he shuts off the faucet and reaches for the salt, pops off the top to shake a bunch into the bowl, and puts the bowl gently on the kitchen island behind him. another minute of hand-washing afterward, he dries them off on a towel and tugs his apron out of the pile on the counter where it's been sitting. it's a little wrinkled, but it gets tied on fine. absent-mindedly, he stirs the bowl of salt water with his fingers. ]
Where's the seaweed... ah, never mind. [ excuse him while he bustles the rice from the machine into another bowl and rustles the package of seaweed out of the cabinet. that done, he shuffles them to the kitchen island. ] There... You gonna pop open the containers, or are we supposed to imagine putting in fillings? [ it's directed at both of them. ]
[Momentarily amazed that Miyuki-senpai has a pile of aprons. Like a mother would have. He's probably seen it before but it continues to fascinate.
Furuya starts opening Tupperwares, sniffing each in turn even though they do have labels. This is more interesting. Once they're all open, he takes the gloves from Sawamura and nods. He's also ready, he just doesn't have to be loud about it.]
it takes him another thirty seconds to make sure things are laid out in reach, and then pulls his gloves on with a crinkling sound.
aaaaand out comes the spoon... he slaps enough into his hand to start molding. ] You two can grab your own rice, right? [ he wouldn't be surprised if they said no, but god he hopes not. ]
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Date: 2015-09-06 04:50 pm (UTC)It's my house too!!!!
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Date: 2015-09-07 01:54 am (UTC)the next time i forget to track a three-way thread please kick me
Date: 2015-09-08 01:24 am (UTC)Okay >D
Date: 2015-09-09 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-11 02:01 pm (UTC)I can sleep on the couch but I don't want to sleep outside.
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Date: 2015-09-12 05:16 am (UTC).... UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT THE COUCH.
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Date: 2015-09-12 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-09-13 12:16 am (UTC)I don't want the couch.
[He doesn't especially want to share the bed either, but he really doesn't want to sleep on the couch in a house Miyuki-senpai and Sawamura share with someone he doesn't know.]
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Date: 2015-09-14 05:39 pm (UTC)[ You're both earning your keep. ]
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Date: 2015-09-15 05:26 am (UTC)[ Eijun's ears perk up at the mention of riceballs... ]
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Date: 2015-09-17 11:13 pm (UTC)He stops at the entrance to the bedroom, though.]
Which one?
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Date: 2015-09-18 12:08 am (UTC)[ To Furuya, as he moves out of the way: ] The one without manga all over the place.
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Date: 2015-09-19 06:52 pm (UTC)[ He can share manga, not the mound.... ]
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Date: 2015-09-24 10:33 pm (UTC)He offered them to me before too but no, thank you. [You're not that special, Sawamura!
He sets his pillow on the bed, piling his pajamas on top of it and plugging his phone charger in. There.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 04:19 am (UTC)[ that's a stupid question: of course they are. ] Well, whatever, the longer you bicker the less food you'll get~ [ what. he's already disappearing down the hall toward the kitchen, though! ]
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Date: 2015-09-27 11:16 pm (UTC)[ No making stuff enough for three and telling them to share or something mean like that!!! .... He follows Miyuki into the kitchen... ]
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Date: 2015-09-29 12:30 am (UTC)We're making them. Not just Miyuki-senpai. So you better make enough for all of us.
[Because obviously Furuya will have no trouble.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 08:46 pm (UTC)I'm not going to starve you, pipe down. Can you get the cutting board and the plastic wrap out, Sawamura? [ you do live here. he turns the water on to run cold water and reaches around for the salt, then leans his head over his shoulder to keep talking. ] Furuya, there's a couple Tupperwares in the fridge with post-its on them, pull out the ones that say 'filling'. [ please don't ruin his expectation that you can read and carry sealed containers fifteen steps to the kitchen island, furuya. ]
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Date: 2015-09-30 04:59 am (UTC)[ Eijun does want Captain wants... but only because food is on the line. He makes a beeline to the cabinet where the cutting board is kept and, after that, the drawers were the plastic wrap is. He places it at the counter next to Miyuki then... ]
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:43 pm (UTC)He holds one of the containers up, peering at it through the plastic.]
Tuna?
[He could open it up and check but... nah.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:01 am (UTC)he shuts off the faucet and reaches for the salt, pops off the top to shake a bunch into the bowl, and puts the bowl gently on the kitchen island behind him. another minute of hand-washing afterward, he dries them off on a towel and tugs his apron out of the pile on the counter where it's been sitting. it's a little wrinkled, but it gets tied on fine. absent-mindedly, he stirs the bowl of salt water with his fingers. ]
Where's the seaweed... ah, never mind. [ excuse him while he bustles the rice from the machine into another bowl and rustles the package of seaweed out of the cabinet. that done, he shuffles them to the kitchen island. ] There... You gonna pop open the containers, or are we supposed to imagine putting in fillings? [ it's directed at both of them. ]
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Date: 2015-10-04 11:35 pm (UTC)I'm ready!!
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Date: 2015-10-06 09:50 pm (UTC)Furuya starts opening Tupperwares, sniffing each in turn even though they do have labels. This is more interesting. Once they're all open, he takes the gloves from Sawamura and nods. He's also ready, he just doesn't have to be loud about it.]
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Date: 2015-10-10 03:22 am (UTC)it takes him another thirty seconds to make sure things are laid out in reach, and then pulls his gloves on with a crinkling sound.
aaaaand out comes the spoon... he slaps enough into his hand to start molding. ] You two can grab your own rice, right? [ he wouldn't be surprised if they said no, but god he hopes not. ]
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