somehow you always seem to be there, making it easy

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Who: Three guesses. First two don't count.
What: Dumb boys talking about dumb stuff idk
When: After returning from the mission in Nepal, probably the next day?
Where: Casa de Bro
Why: Reasons
Warnings: Egregious amounts of derp and sap.


After all the rain in Nepal, Lea had to admit the snow in Exsilium was kind of welcome again. Sure, it was a lot colder here, but at least he wasn't sopping wet and covered in mud anymore. Standing by the stove, waiting for the pot of water to boil so he could make noodles, Lea hummed quietly to himself, a mostly tuneless amalgamation of notes that didn't resemble any song in particular. The house was quiet, and despite all of the... drama... that had come to pass during their mission, Lea was actually feeling pretty good about the whole thing.

Oh, sure, the whole Good Samaritan thing was all well and good, he guessed. That sort of thing had never really been Lea's forté, and while he would have been hard pressed to just walk away from someone who really needed a hand, proactively helping strangers wasn't his style. He hadn't wanted to go to Nepal, but he supposed that all things considered, he wasn't sorry he had. It had been an informative trip, if nothing else.

The water rumbled to a boil, and Lea tore open the package of curly ramen noodles, upending them into the water and poking at them with a fork, still humming that extempore song to himself. He hadn't been in this good of a mood in a long time.

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"They go on top when it's all done," he said, tossing the noodles in the colander and then dividing them up into two bowls. He hadn't planned on sharing, but Riku needed further education. He dusted the noodles with the little spice packet from the package and then added some sesame oil and soy sauce (and chili oil to his own, but he wasn't sure Riku would want that).

He tugged open the fridge and grabbed a bundle of green onions and two eggs. Closing the fridge with his hip, he looked at the onions, then at the eggs, then at Riku, and then handed him the eggs.

"Crack those in a bowl and mix 'em up, would you?" He would tackle the onions himself. "I learned how to make this during one of my stints in the Land of Dragons, actually," he said with a chuckle. "I got stuck on a recon mission there, and I wound up having to stay the night 'cuz I wasn't finished by nightfall and Saïx would'a kicked my ass if I RTC'd before I was done." He grabbed a cutting board and a knife, chopping at the green ends of the onions and shaking his head with a grin. "This little old lady found me holed up in a cave outside the village--I couldn't exactly go to the inn, you know? Kind of against company policy."

He took the bowl of beaten egg from Riku and drizzled it into the boiling water, mixing it with a fork so the egg would flower into the water.

"She insisted on dragging me back to her house, though," he said, looking amused. "Said I was too skinny and I'd freeze in that cave--she made this awesome pot of noodles and showed me how." He set the egg bowl down and then poured the egg flower water over the two bowls of noodles. "Of course, hers had like... these funky little fish cakes and some weird vegetables I couldn't identify if I tried," he said, setting the pot back down and tossing the green onion on top of the bowls. Then he shook the sesame seeds on top and handed a bowl to Riku, sliding a pair of chopsticks into the bowl. "So you'll just have to use your imagination there.

"That's actually probably one of the best memories I have of any missions I ran for the Organization," he admitted then, something wistful in his eyes as he swirled the noodles through the broth. "Xemnas didn't exactly condone having fun while we worked, after all; we had to take what we could get."