aburningspirit | rl w/sheryl, backdated to S.A.D.

[ contrary to expectations, Sheryl does, in fact, know how to cook. So she's hovering over Kamina's shoulder as he works, starting to think this may not have been a very good idea after all. ]

Are you sure you don't want me to help?

You asked for it so 'm gonna make it! 'Sides, it can't be too hard. [says the man putting SO MUCH PEPPER on this meat]

[ why did she ask for this again?? she gives up trying to peer over his shoulder, and stares under his arm instead. Kamina you do not season only with pepper........ ] Are you really sure you know what you're doing?

[pepper is manly. you only season with pepper. these are fact.

he gives her this look of 'i am trying my best and have no clue what is going on', but it's not like he'd ever act on it. seasoning done, he shoves it in the oven (god only knows what temperature he put it on; more than likely something ridiculously hot) and grins back at her.] 'course I do!

[ well at least he's not trying to fry anything, no one needs oil burns tonight. She gives him a look of 'i don't trust you in the least not to burn down the apartment ] Are you even following a recipe?

You don't need recipes when you follow your manly intuition. [recipes? what are...the recipe. my name is kamina and i'm about 19 years old what is this.]

[ ...wow okay. She's going to take the fire extinguisher down off the wall and aim it, just in preparation ]

[HDU!!

except. that would be useful because in four minutes time that mofo is ON FIRE]

[ WHAT EVEN, KAMINA. WHAT EVEN.

After his oven is filled with foam from the extinguisher, she thinks to take a look at the dial before turning it off ] Six hundred degrees, Kamina?

That way it'd get done faster! [he crouches down to take a look at it then sighs and scrubs at his face with a hand. that did not turn out as expected.]

This is why you use a recipe! [ she's not angry at him, but does have a general WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS sort of look as she sighs ] What else do you have in your fridge? I'll just make something.

[he thinks.

thinks some more.

comes to a conclusion.]

Pretty sure that was it.

[ she stares at him for a moment.

Goes to open the fridge.

A tumbleweed rolls through it. ]

[ ...and then, apropos of nothing, she bursts into giggles, resting her head on the fridge door as she near collapses in laughter ]

[he's contemplating poking at the foam when she starts laughing, both surprised and unsurprised at the reaction. he'd screwed up dinner royally. sheryl had to take drastic measures to keep the entire building from becoming a raging inferno.

yet there was no harm in trying anything once, right?

kamina smiles wide with no hint of cockiness or bravado. just himself.]

[ He's just so Kamina, all the time. Of course he wouldn't think to buy more than whatever came to mind at the store, of course he wouldn't think of a recipe, of course she'd end up shrieking and drowning the oven in foam if he tried to cook--

She ends up breaking into coughs, then, after laughing so hard, but she keeps her head down. After all, if all he can see is her shoulders shaking, there's no way for him to tell why. ]

[voice was easy when it came to sifting facade from truth. he'd listened to kid lie through their teeth to avoid digging or to get seconds. anything to get by in that hole in the ground. action was a bit harder, but he could tell. you could never quite miss the shift.

he lets her be regardless of his silent nagging worry.]

...you want pizza?

[ a few deep breaths and she straightens up and turns around, fixing him with that typical playful grin, purposely misunderstanding ] Oh, you want to try and make pizza? Does this apartment have insurance?

The oven's kinda broke to be tryin' to make pizza, [he laughs.] I mean ordering.

I knew what you meant, silly! It looks like we're going to have to, doesn't it?

Looks like. [he brushes the entire dinner affair off his hands while he straightens, grabbing pencil and paper off the table. had they been in his bedroom, they'd be forgotten; in the living room, ignored in place for TV. as long as they were on the table, it was a glaring reminder that he still had a long way to go before he considered himself decent with writing. plateaus were lame.] What do want on 'em?

Hmmm... [ She pokes her stomach for the look of it. She's been dropping weight recently; her baggy shirt doesn't show it, but the truth is she thinks a pizza with all the trimmings will do her good ] Oh, what's the harm? A Hawaiian, with extra cheese!

[after dragging out the dictionary so the word 'hawaiian' isn't completely butchered and one phone call to the pizza place, one Hawaiian with extra cheese and meat lover's pizza is on it's way. he gives the oven full of foam a hard look.] I should do something about that.

...eh, 'll get it later.

[and away he goes to change into something more comfortable~!]

[ Sheryl eyes the oven, but her domestic inclinations begin and end with cooking. She gets herself a drink from the faucet instead, taking the opportunity to put a hand to her forehead when he can't see. No fever, as far as she can tell. Good. The coughing was just coughing, clearly. ]

[he's out in a tic and sadly throwing away the failed dinner in the next. wasted meat.... a damn shame.

for more than a few reasons.]

Home-cooked food woulda been a lot better than the stuff in the hospital. ...sorry. For. Ya know.

[kamina rubs the back of his neck, keeping his burning face turned away from her. it wasn't shame. no, kamina didn't have an inkling of that in his body. letting down someone that was clearly depending on him for something, especially a person that he loved (a foreign word when it came to sheryl; familiar, odd, discordant, perfectly fine). disappointment, however apparent, was meant to be private.

so he turned away. for a moment.]

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