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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"Mm? Mm... she cooked a lot, but usually fairly simple things," he said, concentrating on the onion to make sure the slices were as even as possible. "She, ah..." He hesitated, frowning at the onion and then glancing at Riku briefly before returning to his task. "She was sick a lot," he said, his voice quieter now. "Not... not like terminal or anything, she just got sick a lot." His eyes flicked to Riku again, then back. "Kinda like you do."

He cleared his throat awkwardly, then swept the rest of the onion into the pot before reaching for the next one and pulling at the flaky outer layers.

"My old man worked a lot, so it was mostly just ma and me," he went on, slicing through the middle of the onion and grimacing as his eyes stung again. Somehow this made the whole conversation more awkward. He chuckled lightly then, pausing in his chopping efforts, a wistful sort of smile on his face. "Her favorite thing to cook was ah... pancakes, actually. She would make 'em from scratch." He shook his head, chopping again. "I never figured out how to do that--I could only make 'em from the mix."