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tushanshu_logs2015-08-10 08:50 pm
peacefullywreathed) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-08-10 08:50 pm
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I ain't made for a rivalry; I could never take the world alone
Characters: Solomon Wreath, Raine Sage, Bakura.
Date: Mid August, 2015 (2016 in-game).
Location: Raine and Sol's apartment.
Situation: Adopted famry gets together for its first famry dinner, because why not.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing thus far.
For all that Raine and Solomon had been in their apartment for a few months now, they hadn't actively had anyone 'come over'. Skulduggery squeezing in the door due to the fact he'd become slightly alive didn't really count, since it wasn't anything close to an invitation.
It was in some ways appropriate that it was Bakura. If Genis had been there, he'd have approved, almost certainly. Solomon at least was hoping the evening would ease Raine's mind somewhat, even though there hadn't been much said about Genis since he'd been sent home. There didn't really need to be.
The only upset was that Raine had wanted to help in the kitchen. To make it a special occasion, she said.
Solomon had to wonder what sort of revenge he was going to suffer for refusing. He hoped that the fact he was wearing the apron she'd bought him was suffering enough, because her voice always tightened when she saw him wearing it in that way he could by now recognise as amusement. It wasn't frilly, he knew that, but he had to wonder what else was on it.
But it was practical, and useful, and was indeed seeing quite a bit of use today, because Raine wasn't allowed in the kitchen and the kitchen, in lieu of Genis, was now Solomon's. Cooking wasn't something he ever thought he'd do on a regular basis, but it was one of the few things he'd started that was helpful right after his accident. It was vindicating.
By the time Raine got home and Bakura arrived, the apartment would be filled with lovely scents. Most traditional Irish food was a little too heavy for this weather and Solomon didn't know many recipes anyway; he unfortunately didn't know many Egyptian dishes, either. He settled for something Genis had taught him, which would hopefully be nice for Raine, with Irish colcannon as a side because it was simple enough and karkady as one of the refreshments.
Solomon himself was still in the kitchen, wearing his customised apron and moving around the kitchen with ease, shadows spread around the room, tinged blue and lurking, and ready to respond in a moment.
Date: Mid August, 2015 (2016 in-game).
Location: Raine and Sol's apartment.
Situation: Adopted famry gets together for its first famry dinner, because why not.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing thus far.
For all that Raine and Solomon had been in their apartment for a few months now, they hadn't actively had anyone 'come over'. Skulduggery squeezing in the door due to the fact he'd become slightly alive didn't really count, since it wasn't anything close to an invitation.
It was in some ways appropriate that it was Bakura. If Genis had been there, he'd have approved, almost certainly. Solomon at least was hoping the evening would ease Raine's mind somewhat, even though there hadn't been much said about Genis since he'd been sent home. There didn't really need to be.
The only upset was that Raine had wanted to help in the kitchen. To make it a special occasion, she said.
Solomon had to wonder what sort of revenge he was going to suffer for refusing. He hoped that the fact he was wearing the apron she'd bought him was suffering enough, because her voice always tightened when she saw him wearing it in that way he could by now recognise as amusement. It wasn't frilly, he knew that, but he had to wonder what else was on it.
But it was practical, and useful, and was indeed seeing quite a bit of use today, because Raine wasn't allowed in the kitchen and the kitchen, in lieu of Genis, was now Solomon's. Cooking wasn't something he ever thought he'd do on a regular basis, but it was one of the few things he'd started that was helpful right after his accident. It was vindicating.
By the time Raine got home and Bakura arrived, the apartment would be filled with lovely scents. Most traditional Irish food was a little too heavy for this weather and Solomon didn't know many recipes anyway; he unfortunately didn't know many Egyptian dishes, either. He settled for something Genis had taught him, which would hopefully be nice for Raine, with Irish colcannon as a side because it was simple enough and karkady as one of the refreshments.
Solomon himself was still in the kitchen, wearing his customised apron and moving around the kitchen with ease, shadows spread around the room, tinged blue and lurking, and ready to respond in a moment.
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When she straightened her eyes fell on Solomon again, and some combination of him and the apron he wore made her smile yet again. She glanced over at Bakura, and the smile turned a little wry. Surely he had to guess she'd been responsible. "Is there anything else, save the food itself?"