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dyou need to talk
because im free

[ really Ron? That's what you're taking out of this? ]

The LAST TIME you and I were both free
We ended up playing tonsil hockey and the game was a tie
And I don't know if I can look at you right now
Without screaming aC\d;hyr OK

no m8
the last time you and i were both hammered AND free we ended up swapping spit
i didnt know i could make you scream
that normally doesnt happen til about the fifth date

[ son you have the weirdest way of trying to cheer up people ]

Shut the shit up.
I'm free too.
Are you hungry?

wouldnt say no to some nosh
am i buying or are you cooking?

I owe you for last time.
I'll cook.
Do you want something in particular
Or should I surprise you.

sounds aces
surprise me then!
not in the mood for anything in particular at the mo
so give me your best and we'll talk about this whole 'everyone hates me' bit, alright?

Fine. I need an outlet anyway.
Come to Guanyin's Temple. You can't miss it.
It's ridiculously huge.

[ And he sends a picture and directions! ]

itll be my mission to be the best possible outlet there is
expect me in an hour then

[ Expect him to be late by five minutes. ]

[ ooc: also you up for threading this out? ]

I MEANT COOKING
Be safe.

[ ooc: ALWAYS AND FOREVER ]

[ And he does show up in an hour like he said he would... give or take five minutes. Blame his fiddly watch that's never on time. There's a knock on the door and he's actually gotten distracted by the ambiance of the place when it's finally answered. ]

[ The large double doors to the temple were always open, but going through the courtyard, it was clear where the residential area was, and when Watanuki heard the knocking, he had been pulling a large casserole dish out of the oven. He glimpsed into the little dutch oven. The entire kitchen smelled of what he had been making: cottage pie. ]

[ But he pulled away, discarding the oven mitt to the counter, heading quickly over to the door. He was in navy blue yukata with black crows and a matching obi. He looked himself over, once, twice, and felt vain, before opening the door. ]

Welcome. [ And the smell flooded out. And yes, he had fret over what to make Ron, before deciding to make him something that might have been familiar to him (and fun to make, he was used to only making Japanese dishes, after all). He opened the door for Ron to come in. ]

[ He'd foregone his suit jacket this time because screw formality... and he couldn't get it on quick enough so it's just the shirt and the vest today. That empty sleeve should be looking familiar enough though.

Please ignore the fact that he's totally checking someone out with that yukata. He's kinda shameless that way. ]

Well you're looking rather aces for someone who's decided to stay in. Whatever you've worked on smells great, by the by!

[ He crossed his arms, folding them over his stomach. ]

I always dress this way. [ Now that he was a god, at least. It was comfortable, and a far cry better than having to be stuck in a school uniform all day. He closed the door after him, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on his face from the obvious cruise. ]

It's Cottage Pie. [ Made by the chef that even a woman of dimensions praised. He started leading him through the ornate foyer, with angular patterns on the floors and ceilings. Despite how big and old it was, it was spotless. ] I hope that's okay.

Well, it suits you.

[ A grin back as he follows after. He can't help but look around though, giving an appreciative whistle at the architecture ~~and cleanliness~~ of it all. Dammit, why does everyone get a cooler temple than he does? At least this place looks respectable and stately! He's stuck with a haunted dump of a plantation manor.

But back to the matter at hand. ]

More'n alright! It's been a while since I had anything decent, really. Starting to think I've forgotten what home food tastes like.

Well, you'll be able to remember, now. [ He head him into the kitchen, where the delicious smell increased tenfold. He gestured to a table, which was already ~~romantically~~ set up for the two of them. He had fed Jade earlier in order to keep his shinki out of his hair, so the meal was made for just the two of them. ] Have a seat. There's plenty of food so you can eat as much as you'd like.

What would you like to drink? I don't really have much, except for green tea, water... mm, some juice and milk... [ He tapped his chin as he thought. ]

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[ And color him further impressed. Not only could the guy cook but he had a taste for ambiance. He'll just pull himself up a seat then. ]

Water's fine, sweetheart. M'not picky.

[ Resting his head on his hand though, watching the other a moment with a thoughtful hum. ]

S'just the two of us then? Just as well. You sounded like you've been in a bit of a tizzy yourself.

[ Watanuki, who had picked up a pan to move it out of the way of the stove, suddenly slammed it against the coils. He looked back to Ron. ]

Tizzy? Tizzy? I am in more than just a tizzy! What a frivolous sounding word for how I'm feeling!

I'M NOT AN AWFUL PERSON, AM I?!

[ Momentary surprise at the slamming if only because of the sound of metal. Followed by a confused stare. ]

Blimey, no! If you were awful, d'you think I would've enjoyed my time with you enough to fancy more of it?

[ Apart from other things but that was that and this is this. ]

You say that but what if I really am awful?! What if I'm just an unfeeling, uncaring asshole--

[ And he elegantly set down a glass in front of Ron. ] Here's your water, sorry for the wait--

--AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE FEEL?! WHAT IF I'M SO FAR REMOVED THAT I TREAT PEOPLE POORLY AND WITHOUT CONSIDERATION?!

[ How Wata can go from 0 to 60 then down to 0 and back to 60 in a breath will always always be a fascination to this reaper. He listens, like a good listener should, his head never leaving his hand save for the tiny nod at the water.

And then he waits a little more just to make sure it's aaaaaaaaaaaaaall out before speaking. ]

S'far as I'm concerned, you're none of that. Least from what I've seen.

[ And leaning forward slightly. ]

Though what I need right now, I wager, is context. Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Who've you managed to tick off and why?

[ Watanuki had turned around after taking the plates, dishing out the cottage pie onto them. The thick, cream potatoes, beef, corn, peas, and cheese fluffed onto the plate. Watanuki walked over, setting it down in front for Ron. He sat down as well, letting out a sigh. ]

There's a shinki named Zero-san, [ He started. ] He's... a rogue shinki. He doesn't have any contact with his god, so he just... I have no idea what he does all day. [ A small shrug. ]

But he recently texted for the bulletin to see, asking if shinki got sick. Which, to be honest, I don't know if they do.

[ A pause, a frown. Zero... zero.... racking his brain because he never forgets a face. Silver hair... THEN IT HITS HIM. ]

Zero! Yeah, I remember him! Bumped into him before I bumped into you that afternoon when I was soliciting company for tea. Bit of a surly lad, if I recall... but what's this got to do with your suddenly being insensitive and whatnot?

[ A pause though because the food is promising. He does take a bite and it makes him pause. There's almost a sigh of relief there, a long breath before he can finally speak again. It's been too long. Way too long. Because it's good. Really good. ]

Did anyone tell you you're a ruddy genius in the kitchen, by the by?

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he wants to see him LMFAO

SNERK

omg

too easy

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