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

[aburningspirit]

[sheryl demanded a romantic dinner for valentine's day.

what she is getting are burned substances that do not deserve the title food nor edible that no amount of womanly touches could heal.

most romantic night ever.]

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[piercethecharts]

[ 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?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

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

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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?

[piercethecharts]

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!

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[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~!]

[piercethecharts]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[piercethecharts]

[ She came up behind him, taking his arm in both of hers. Private disappointment was something she was familiar with, but at the same time... ]

That wasn't why I asked you to cook.

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[he fixed her with a confused stare over his shoulder.] It wasn't?

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[ she shakes her head ] Hospital food isn't bad. They want you to get healthy, after all; it's nutritious and filling, even if it isn't my favorite. But an aide brings it to you, and leaves, and comes back to get the tray... [ And it's lonely, it's so lonely, and Grace is busy during the day and rarely visits during dinner, and she has a private room, and more often than not she mixes the stuff around in its foil dishes and barely eats half, there's something crushing about that sort of meal-- she pauses, then says lightly, as if it's nothing much ] It's boring, that's all! Completely boring. It's not what I eat that matters, it's not staring at the television while I do it!

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[for a man who'd spent most of his life and afterlife surrounded by people,] That sounds kinda boring an' lonesome.

[piercethecharts]

It's incredibly boring! That's why I wanted to eat here, you see?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

That makes sense. [she was a strong kid, and maybe that's why she felt the need to keep this from him. to show outer weakness was to fail. he could respect her decision. his only hope was that it wouldn't make her feel even more alone. he kissed the top of her head in silent reaffirmation. you are not alone.]

[piercethecharts]

So lighting the oven on fire was just what I needed! [ She danced away, still holding onto his hand with her fingertips, smiling perfectly cheerfully; she knows he understood, and she just hopes he understood why she wouldn't say it. ] No need to look so down about it!

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...Then next time can we light something else on fire?

[piercethecharts]

Kamina, sometimes I swear that you're seven years old.

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But it was kinda cool how you put it out!

[piercethecharts]

Oh, so you like it when I have to save your butt, do you?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Hey, I coulda done it, but you grabbed the thingie first!

[piercethecharts]

That's because I could see it was going to go somewhere bad, and fast!

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It might have gone okay!

[a pause to consider the end result and how exactly it came to be.]

If I got lucky!

[piercethecharts]

Lucky, huh? [ she pokes him in the chest teasingly ] That's why I never rely on luck!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, luck! Sometimes that's all you got! [batting away her fingers in a half-hearted way]

[piercethecharts]

I'll take skill, thank you!