reality won't hurt for longer than it should

[limitstorm]

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.

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"Oh! That's way easier than I thought it'd be," he admitted, and then stepped back so Riku could move away from the onions. He had to laugh a little--Riku was already blinking back more onion tears. He shooed him away from the cutting board and picked up the knife to give it a try. "I guess I always thought cooking was more complicated," he said. "I mean I know some of it can be, but... Ma used to make some really fancy stuff sometimes; it was kind of intimidating." He sliced through another layer of the onions, comparing his slices to the ones Riku had made.

Eh. Passable.

Another slice, and he sniffed sharply, squeezing his eyes closed.

"Eugh, yeah I forgot how much onions sting, wow." He shook his head sharply and continued, pausing in thought for a moment. "They never seemed to bother my ma though, funnily enough. Guess she lucked out there, at least.

"You want these in the pot?"