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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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"I... actually haven't been back," he said. "I mean, aside from when we all first woke up in the basement of the castle, I didn't... I mean I haven't really spent..." He exhaled, then busied himself with the onion again. "I don't even know if they're..."
How could he go back? How could he face his parents, with all this blood on his hands? How could he face Isa's parents, knowing he'd let their son slip through his fingers? He set the knife down and sort of wrung his hands, pressing his thumb into his opposite palm in fidget. Then he looked at his hands before glancing at Riku.
"I can't. Not until I set a lot of things right."