[Oda thinks he's found the right place. As promised, he has two bags of leftovers from his weekly date with Maruki - had him make a little extra, some spicy, some mild. He knocks on the door of the little mushroom, tickled as ever that he gets to knock on the door of a little mushroom.]
his classmates make a habit of dropping in these days. giving him things to decorate his empty apartment. this is the first time he's lived in a place with . . . space and rooms. a kitchen. a fridge. a proper sink.
no longer shunted into tiny sheds because he was . . .
sakura shakes it off. he cleans. he frets. he doesn't really talk to adults, save for the few he's met here. he's just worried. adults have power over kids. he doesn't want to give up his independence. but he has to keep moving. and well, knowing people better is the cause, right?
this is good. if umemiya was here, would he be proud? god. what an embarrassing thought. anyway.
sakura opens the door, eyes diverted downwards as he scuffs his foot on the floor. ]
Uh. Welcome.
[ sakura's house is like all the houses, but uncomfortably bare. there's nothing in here. except for the broken light. ]
[If only Sakura knew that he was meeting with perhaps the most unjudgmental person on planet Earth (or whatever planet it is they're on). Odasaku's outward demeanor probably doesn't do him many favors. He's tall, imposing, stone-faced, cold-looking - but it couldn't be farther from the truth. He nods his head at Sakura's greeting.]
It's good to meet you in person.
[Just a kid, like Odasaku thought, and a shy-looking one at that.
[That's fine. He's dealt with shy before. It doesn't bother him. Does anything bother him?]
I'll have to heat this up on your stove, if that's alright.
[Oda helps himself into the kitchen, expecting Sakura to follow. He even thought to bring a little pan with him to reheat the curry, assuming someone who doesn't know how to cook might simply not have one.
[He sets it on one of the burners, then turns to Sakura.]
This dial controls how much heat comes out. The farther you turn it, the higher the heat.
For reheating already cooked food, we'll just put it about halfway.
[ sakura peers at it curiously. he knew vaguely about it, but he never could figure out the right temperature. his class got him a stove and all sakura managed to do was burn ramen. ]
[There's no need to press. Sakura continues stirring, and Oda continues watching, but only for a moment before he starts setting out plates, leaving Sakura momentarily unattended.]
I forgot to ask if you like spicy food. What's in the pan now is a milder version. ["Mild" for Odasaku is still hellfire hot, but luckily, this was made by Maruki's standards.]
action; curry time
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his classmates make a habit of dropping in these days. giving him things to decorate his empty apartment. this is the first time he's lived in a place with . . . space and rooms. a kitchen. a fridge. a proper sink.
no longer shunted into tiny sheds because he was . . .
sakura shakes it off. he cleans. he frets. he doesn't really talk to adults, save for the few he's met here. he's just worried. adults have power over kids. he doesn't want to give up his independence. but he has to keep moving. and well, knowing people better is the cause, right?
this is good. if umemiya was here, would he be proud? god. what an embarrassing thought. anyway.
sakura opens the door, eyes diverted downwards as he scuffs his foot on the floor. ]
Uh. Welcome.
[ sakura's house is like all the houses, but uncomfortably bare. there's nothing in here. except for the broken light. ]
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It's good to meet you in person.
[Just a kid, like Odasaku thought, and a shy-looking one at that.
[That's fine. He's dealt with shy before. It doesn't bother him. Does anything bother him?]
I'll have to heat this up on your stove, if that's alright.
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Sure, okay.
What am I supposed to do? Since I'm learnin' and all.
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[Oda helps himself into the kitchen, expecting Sakura to follow. He even thought to bring a little pan with him to reheat the curry, assuming someone who doesn't know how to cook might simply not have one.
[He sets it on one of the burners, then turns to Sakura.]
This dial controls how much heat comes out. The farther you turn it, the higher the heat.
For reheating already cooked food, we'll just put it about halfway.
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Isn't it better if it's all the way?
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[He demonstrates how to turn the dial and ignite the stove, then opens one of the containers and spoons the curry out into the pan.]
You'll also have to stir it a bit while you're standing here. That will keep it from burning too.
Give it a try.
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[ he's here to learn, obviously, but now sakura is afraid he'll ruin it. he ruins everything. ]
Are you sure?
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[Oda holds out the spoon.]
You'll never learn if you don't try.
Don't worry. I brought more.
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his class. his friends. the town. they're all relying on him, aren't they?
sakura can't afford to stay the way he is. he's still not good enough. ]
R-Right. I can do it.
[ his hands shake a little but . . . he strives on. ]
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You can do it.
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[ stirring isn't that hard thankfully, but he's still nervous. so his movements are weaker than they'd usually be. ]
Anyway, how's that?
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[ sakura turns the knob down, watching the flames die down. ]
I didn't think the heat stuff was so important.
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Don't worry, though. There's a pretty big margin for error.
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How many people do that?
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Yeah. I guess.
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I forgot to ask if you like spicy food. What's in the pan now is a milder version. ["Mild" for Odasaku is still hellfire hot, but luckily, this was made by Maruki's standards.]
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Never really had much of it.
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That should be about done. Why don't you taste a little bit and see?
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THAT'S REALLY EMBARRASSING. ]
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IMMEDIATELY TAKING A SPOON OF THAT STEW ]
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2/2 END
we can wrap soon ohhhhh
wrapped!