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♞ riku ([personal profile] limitstorm) wrote in [community profile] million_points_of_light2014-01-04 07:01 pm
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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.
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[personal profile] promises_to_keep 2014-01-06 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Smoke? Hell no," he said with a firm shake of his head. "I inhale enough smoke in a fight, I don't need to add a bunch of poison to it." He pressed his lips together. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I thought about it a few times..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Go through a lot of stress, doing... doing what I did, you know?"

He exhaled, and then made a face.

"Your ma asked you if you smoked?" He shook his head. Maybe details didn't run in their family--his mother would have known in an instant if he'd picked up smoking. "I can't see you with a cigarette in your mouth, I won't lie." He chortled then, kneading at the other shoulder this time. "Maybe a bubble pipe."