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million_points_of_light2014-01-04 07:01 pm
limitstorm) wrote in million_points_of_light2014-01-04 07:01 pm
reality won't hurt for longer than it should
Who: Riku and Lea
When: January 4th
Where: Casa de Bro
What: Some awkward misunderstandings.
Warnings: Cavities.
There was a reason Riku didn't like making anything with onions.
They made his eyes water like nothing else ever could. No matter what type of onion--white, red, pearl, even shallots--would make him start crying and he would always get frustrated, ending up with a few wads of paper towel next to him as he tried to get through the five onions the soup he was making needed. He coughed into his elbow, putting the knife down and blindly reaching for a new paper towel, turning away from his cutting board and pressing the paper to his eyes beneath his glasses. He knew his eyes were probably red and slightly puffy by now.
At least Sora wasn't here. His best friend would probably laugh at him, and he was only two onions down.
With a sigh, he slid the onions into the pot and took a breather, thankful there were no pups around to distract him. He might cut off a finger at this rate.
When: January 4th
Where: Casa de Bro
What: Some awkward misunderstandings.
Warnings: Cavities.
There was a reason Riku didn't like making anything with onions.
They made his eyes water like nothing else ever could. No matter what type of onion--white, red, pearl, even shallots--would make him start crying and he would always get frustrated, ending up with a few wads of paper towel next to him as he tried to get through the five onions the soup he was making needed. He coughed into his elbow, putting the knife down and blindly reaching for a new paper towel, turning away from his cutting board and pressing the paper to his eyes beneath his glasses. He knew his eyes were probably red and slightly puffy by now.
At least Sora wasn't here. His best friend would probably laugh at him, and he was only two onions down.
With a sigh, he slid the onions into the pot and took a breather, thankful there were no pups around to distract him. He might cut off a finger at this rate.
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Suddenly he kind of wished the floor would open and swallow him up. Oh. Onions. He hadn't considered onions. Of course, if he had simply looked around the kitchen he would have seen the cutting board and the knife and the three remaining vegetables on the counter.
Cough.
He cleared his throat and his hand flew to the back of his neck, ears flaring red with embarrassment.
"Well coming from you I figured tears had to be a big deal, okay?" he grumbled, pointedly looking everywhere but Riku's face and then snatching the bag from the counter again, mostly to have something to do with his hands. He stumbled past him into the kitchen and shoved the orange juice into the fridge, then set the four cans of tomato sauce on the counter. "I-I dunno what to do when people cry," he admitted sullenly; "I just get all..."
And then he sort of flailed both arms, because that encompassed the feeling more than words could.