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Yeah.

I-it's alright. I know I'll see her again. It's just not going to be the same without her around, now that I got to see her again.

[So if either you or Akihiko disappear, she is going to throw the world's biggest fit.]

[He's not going anywhere. He has no reason to go home, and every reason to stay.]

She seemed like an interesting girl.

[Different from Minako, but with a few of the same traits.]

And... the apartment door's open if y'want.

[He knows he's not the best company, and other people are probably better distractions than he is.]

Hahaha...yeah....

[And one time she tried to get you and Minami together. Maybe if she had tried harder...no. No use thinking about what ifs and buts now. She was just happy one of you was around and...dare she say a little less grumpy? ~~Or at least getting some.~~]

Well, I have been neglecting my cooking skills lately. With a budget it's too easy to indulge on pre-made foods and getting lazy about that...I could use a little refresher if you feel in a teaching mood later tonight?

[She promises she won't pour an entire bottle of wine into the pan.]

Minato said he'll be coming over, otherwise I'd be heading to your apartment right now.

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[Realization.]

Oh! Minato and I are cool now.

[She almost does the sign, but stops herself at the last minute.]

I baked him an apology pie a while ago. Did I tell you that? I forget...[She starts to trail off.] I suppose at least now I don't always imagine the Strega leader every time I look at him....

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[Every Time I Look At Him? Wow, he's gonna think the wrong things, and she's totally realizing her own foot-in-mouth moment as she goes on. Pausing for a few seconds, Miki is unsure what to say after that, as her cheeks flush slightly red.]

...so yeah.

Cooking lessons.

Later tonight.

That would.

Be.

Great.

[Silent blink. HELP ME her eyes scream. SAVE ME FROM MY OWN STUPIDITY.]

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[The idea of her eating that boxed, pre-made food all possibly habit-forming basis makes him twitch inwardly—damn cheap crap has no place in anyone's digestive system—but otherwise he remains perfectly impassive, choosing to stay quiet as he listens to her ramble on, and he's beginning to get an idea of what her young teenage self must have been like.

But given that she's a Sanada, he's more than willing to outright ignore some of the things he's hearing, and construct them in a the way she probably meant versus what it sounds like—because right now the words are tumblings out of her mouth like she was six steps away from faceplanting onto one of Freud's couches and letting the old man have it. So, for the moment, he's happy to shove some of those things away into the back of his mind.

Though maybe she does like Minato, who knows. She probably wouldn't be the first. But if she doesn't, she doesn't and he's not going to say a word on the matter. She'll figure it out on her own. ]

If... that's what you want, I'll be around.

[As for being slightly less grumpy, well, ~~wouldn't you like to know?~~]

And no, you never mentioned it.

Edited 2012-11-15 05:21 (UTC)

[~~No it's okay, that's one detail of your life she's happy not to know about.~~ Yes. Good idea. Let's not. Talk about those things, she would say. In fact, thank you for just going on as normal like she hadn't messed up too much.]

Oh uh y-yeah! I made him an apple pie. It was pretty good...

[World's least subtle subject change go!]

...Anyway, if you had plans tonight, I definitely won't stop you either. [She smiles a little.] I'm pretty good at cooking actually it's just easier to grab something when I'm busy training but...["But it was more fun cooking with you."]

Of course, I learned most of what I know from one of the best.

[She knows that just saying 'from the best' might get protests that he's not. Ergo, she adds a few words to diffuse it a little, so to speak. A roundabout way of praising him, but she knows how he is and it's something she's quietly learned to do over the years.]

[He still feels awkward, no matter how it's packaged, and he hesitates for a bit longer than he might, eyes shifting focus away from the camera, and does what he does best: pretends he never heard it. But he did, though, and he'll remember it.

Stupid things like that still shouldn't mean anything.]

I don't have plans. Just drop by when you want; doesn't matter to me. Bring that book you have with you.

[It's okay Shinji, she'll also pretend she didn't see you do that.]

Alright. I'll come by later tonight.

[Wait the book? How did he...oh he must have been talking with Minako. Kinda strange he'd ask fro that in the first place, but she's not going to question it too much...]

...alright! I'll bring it along, if that's what you want.

[A shrug]

Might as well look at it.

Unless you had something different in mind.

No, that's fine actually. I'll be sure to bring it over!

[She's already writing and sticking a post-it note on the wall not to forget.]

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[You need a post-it note to remember, Miki?]

I'll see you then.

[There is a knock on your door.

Who could it could be...]

[Shinjiro has an extremely accurate guess.

He opens the door, taking a moment to look her over briefly, before letting her inside.

His apartment is clean, neat, and mostly barren as usual. The fridge is stocked, however, with food he had bought when he went out earlier, when he had made a rough guess of what supplies he needed. He figured the book she was bringing could give him an idea of what she wanted to make or where she even wanted to start. Be an decent sacrifice to the pollotarian gods, at any rate. ]

Hey.

Hi.

[Oh by book, you clearly meant this giant one she brought with her that looks NOTHING like that cookbook you saw before?

Because that's what she's holding on more tightly than a newborn infant.]

[Yep. Staring at it as he closes the door behind her once she steps inside. His brows knit together and his eyes narrow.]

...That's the book?

[Because it does not look like the cookbook he spotted the last time he was in her apartment. What is this book she brought, and why does it resemble some old woman's favorite scrapbook? He's pretty sure she could kill a bastard with it if she felt like dropping it and letting gravity do its work.]

[Just... wtf is this?]

...yes?

[Wait what's with the reaction. You're the one who wanted to see it.]

Minako-senpai told you about it, right?

[Or is this a misunderstand...]

Told— [The silence following should be enough of an answer: no, she hadn't.] I was talkin' about that cookbook you have.

[Oh...well then in that case that was her fault for misunderstanding. Now she's angry at herself for not realizing this sooner. Don't worry, that face is for herself, not you Shinji.]

....oh. Tch, I should have realized that. Sorry, I'll go get it now. [She shuffles with the book in her arm.] And this is my photobook. Can I leave it here while I go get my cookbook?

[It's... a photo album? He tilts his head, staring at it.]

Yeah. Just put it on the table.

Alright.

[There is now one(1) photo album on the table. Miki gives him a small wave as she closes the door.]

I'll be right back!

[Shinjiro nods, grey eyes wandering over to the photo album as she leaves. He stares at it for a minute or so until curiosity finally gets the better of him and he walks over to the table, pulling up a chair. There's a moment of hesitation as he debates opening it—if she didn't want him looking at it, she wouldn't have brought it—but he does eventually, opening to a random page somewhere in the middle, eyes flashing across a photograph... and a memory that has him in it that he doesn't remember, though a similar one likely resides in its place, somewhere on the shelf of memories he has with Aki. He goes through a few other random pages (who the hell is the guy with the obnoxiously yellow scarf?), but he eventually stops going through the photos aimlessly, and flips to where he should have started: the first page, at the first old, damaged photograph. And that's where Miki will find him when she returns, staring at it, with maybe a small smile breaking across his usual deadpan expression.

He might not remember the rest of the memories in the book... but he remembers this.

...Not that he's at all sentimental about it or anything.]

[She does see it as she opens the door, and can't help but grin a little herself...at the same time she knows how he is and closes it a little again before knocking then letting herself in. You know, just so he's sufficiently warned and she totally didn't see anything.

Tch and her without her camera at that moment. No...no she couldn't have done that even if she had her camera.]

Hey. I'm back!

[With the right book this time (let's pretend it's actually a Japanese book)]

[And he definitely didn't hear her come in the first time either. But the warning's more than enough time for the smile to disappear into something a bit more solid. He could have closed the album and acted like he hadn't touched it, but he doesn't. Seemed a bit childish to do something like that, anyway. Be pretty damn obvious.

He turns his head, spots the book—yeah that was the one—and mumbles the ritualized "welcome back." Comes out automatically almost.]

You've got a hell of a lot of photos. Beats me why you need them all for.

[She just grins. Innocently.]

Sometimes a memory just needs a little visual help. It makes it easier to share, too.

[Did you enjoy the 'put stuff on Shinji's head while he's sleeping as usual' montage, she was pretty proud of that series.]

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Oh Shinji, you are the best bro

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[AND LATER THAT NIGHT]

[THERE WAS A PARTY EVERYONE ELSE MISSED OUT ON]

[IT WAS A COOKING PARTY AND NO ONE ELSE WAS INVITED.]

[POOR JUNK FOOD-EATING BASTARDS]

[AT LEAST IT'S NOT JUST PROTEIN]

[SCREW PROTEIN, WE'VE GOT VEGETABLES]

[I'D SAY SOMETHING ABOUT "AND NUTS" HERE BUT THAT SOUNDS WRONG.]

[WELL, WE'VE GOT VEGETABLES AND NUTS AND MAYBE A DEAD CHICKEN]

[SOUNDS LIKE THE PERFECT MIXTURE FOR A VOODOO CEREMONY]

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