Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

[skaterflames]

For whatever our twisted little hearts desire

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[skaterflames]

Sounds good after bein' out in the rain.

[ He takes a moment to pull on the dry clothes he'd grabbed. Fushimi's shirt is a little big on him but since Yata always procrastinates on doing his own laundry he ends up doing this pretty often. ]

Oh yeah, Kamamoto got that album we were talking about last week. Next time you go t'Homra he says you can borrow it if you're interested.

[mikelo]

[(Ah!) Sounds great! He appears quite pleased by such news, flashing a thumbs-up with a grin.

Tucking the white-board and pen into the pocket of his hoodie, Mikelo nods in the direction of the kitchen, indicating he'll get working on those drinks, now.]

[twoflames]

[ Unbeknownst to Mikelo and Misaki, Fushimi's actually already in the kitchen. He has been for quite some time, glaring at the instructions he'd ordered Akiyama to forward to his PDA on how to prepare a certain food he knew Misaki liked and doubted Mikelo wouldn't refuse. Half way through preparing the ingredients, he'd started grinding his teeth and angrily chopping away at the meat.

By the time he'd noticed, the kitchen was covered in flour and one of his throwing knives had pinned several vegetables to the wall. ]

It's pointless. [ Fushimi rubs at his cheek, pushing up his glasses and leaving a white fingerprint on its bridge. ] Che. What should I do now?

[mikelo]

[Mikelo stalls in his tracks upon entering the kitchen, shooting Fushimi a look before scribbling on the board again.

~_~ ]

What the hell are you doing?

[skaterflames]

[ Yata draws up behind Mikelo and stares at the trainwreck that's happened in the kitchen. Yeah they make messes sometimes but this is in a league of its own. ]

The hell, Saru?!

[ Is that a knife pinning vegetables to the wall? ]

[twoflames]

Tch. [ He turns to stare first at Mikelo, noticing his expression almost immediately, and then, he looks to Misaki. It's like the entire conversation is irrelevant after that. ] What are you wearing, Misaki? You can't have that on when we eat.

[ And Fushimi gives Mikelo a pointed look as if he better be thinking the same thing. ]

[mikelo]

[That look just gets an eyeroll from Mikelo. (He's wearing clothing. Get over it)

Another scribble: ]

I'm making cocoa, but I'm not helping clean this mess.

[He sticks his tongue at Fushimi in a Hmph!-like manner, and promptly goes to pluck the necessary ingredients and dishware for the drink from the cabinets.

He grabs only two mugs, btw.]

[skaterflames]

It's just a sweater, it's not like I've never worn one before. [ But he does go to the hall closet and grab a broom so he can help Fushimi clean up. ]

What were you even trying to make?

[twoflames]

[ At Mikelo' insistence, Fushimi pushes up his glasses before turning back to the counter with the knife and cutting board on it. He's going to have to throw it away. ]

The details are listed in my PDA. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

[ A glance at Misaki, and he moves over beside Mikelo after reaching into a cabinet to retrieve his own mug. Fushimi sets it down beside the other two without a word. ]

[mikelo]

[Oh fine, fine.

He doesn't respond to the third mug, and simply goes about his business as planned. Soon enough, the kettle is on the stove-top.

While waiting, Mikelo frowns a bit, and changes his mind about the cleaning. —The sooner it's done, the sooner they can get to cooking, which means the faster they'll get to eating (which is important, okay).

He seeks out a hand-cloth, dampens it, and begins wiping up the flour patches along the counter.]

[skaterflames]

[ Yata's already busy sweeping up the flour on the floor and getting it into one neat pile. He's used to this sort of chore after making a couple messes at Homra. ]

Did ya have to pin the vegetables t'the wall? [ He glances at the counter and the rather... creatively chopped meat. ] We could probably still make something with it. Some fried rice maybe.

[ Why would you throw away MEAT? It's expensive! ]

[twoflames]

[ It's not creatively chopped; it's chopped to perfection. Don't be a snob, Misaki. Fushimi eyes the vegetables and gives them a thorough stare down. ]

I don't like them. [ And that's really all he has to say about that, once again turning to Mikelo and standing next to him to help with the flour. Casually, he reaches around him to poke his mug even closer to the two sitting adjacent on the counter, adamant Mikelo acknowledge him. Then, he jerks the knife from the cutting board and proceeds to clean it in the sink. ]

There's still bentou from yesterday, so we can have that too. I saved it. [ Probably because Misaki made it. ]

[mikelo]

[Mikelo nods to Misaki in response to the vegetables, pulling out his white-board again to add: ]

Or we could make stir-fry.

[Because contrary to Fushimi being picky, there's no way Mikelo is about to waste perfectly good food. The veggies just need a good rinse, and they'll be edible.

He nearly rolls his eyes again at Fushimi's actions, but instead writes again.

:| ]

What are you, five? I see you, already. You'll get cocoa, too. I'm not blind, so quit it.

[skaterflames]

[ Once the flour is taken care of and dumped into the trash, Yata goes to inspect the vegetables before pulling the knife out and taking them over to the sink to be washed. ]

If there's still some bentou left, you should take it for your lunch tomorrow. [ He's not at the right angle to see what Mikelo is saying to Fushimi so he starts working on chopping the cleaned vegetables. ]

Stir fry sounds good t'me for dinner.

[twoflames]

[ He tsk-s kind of loudly at the comment Mikelo makes, giving him a look. Fushimi stares at Misaki too, sharing the sink space with him and pressing a little closer than usual. But the mention of actually having stir fry causes him to bristle. Dropping the knife, he turns away. ]

I'm not eating. I have work to do.

[ Fushimi doesn't actually have anything to do, refusing to bring work home with him, but he thinks he can somehow make an exception. So, he leaves the kitchen, annoyed but also silently sulking. ]

[mikelo]

[Mikelo lets out a bit of a tch! of his own, rolling his eyes again. He pounds fist on the counter (mainly for Misaki's attention) and scribbles on his board again.]

Such a damn baby, Saru is.

[He might even stick his tongue out, but instead goes back to the food - and soon to he cocoa.

( All the more food for us. ) ]

[skaterflames]

[ Fushimi leaving puts him on edge. He's obviously mad about something and doesn't want to say. ]

He's being stupid again. [ For a little while, Yata's pride wins out and he stubbornly stays put chopping vegetables until... ]

Che...! [ He tosses down the knife and wipes his hands on his shorts. ]

I gotta go talk t'Saru. [ And he heads after Fushimi to yell at him ]

[twoflames]

[ He's out of the kitchen, and it's a little easier to breathe suddenly, tugging off the ridiculous apron he has on and tossing it into a basket as he walks past the laundry room. He wants to hurt something. Needless to say, the other boy's presence isn't a welcome one.

Fushimi leans against a corner, arms crossed. ]

So you decided to follow me, Mi-sa-ki? You're always so attached to - [ He tilts his head to the side, sighs heavily. ] - Mikelo. I didn't think you cared. [ Something about that makes him even more upset. ]

Tch. Go away.

[skaterflames]

[ This is almost painfully familiar, his tone of voice. The intent to hurt. Yata sets his jaw against that and reaches out to touch Fushimi's wrist gently. ]

Don't give me that bullshit, you know I care. [ He takes a deep breath so he doesn't yell at Fushimi before looking him in the eye. ]

Just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it.

[twoflames]

[ He doesn't want Misaki to touch him. Fushimi feels like hurting instead, and he swallows roughly, eyes flicking behind him toward the kitchen and back to his face. ]

You like Mikelo. [ His mouth suddenly stings, and he grits his teeth. ] If you don't want to be here, just say so.

[ The "with me" is intentionally left out. ]

[mikelo]

[He's trying not to listen in too much to what Fushimi and Yata are saying. Not because it's rude, necessarily, but more so due to the way it leaves a small knot in his gut. It's awkward and uncomfortable, to some degree.

Not that he doesn't like it, though. . . . It's just. Different.

Mikelo remains in the kitchen for the time being. He's finished preparing the cocoa, and has moved on to cut more of the now-cleaned vegetables, and is contemplating making rice.]

[skaterflames]

[ He nearly flinches at the accusation because maybe it's true that he likes Mikelo, but he's with Fushimi. It's not like he can have both of them. ]

If I didn't want t'be here, I wouldn't be. I picked you, I'm not leavin'.

[twoflames]

[ Fushimi looks away, bringing his shoulder up to rub his cheek with it. ]

It's true then. [ Another little sigh, and he drops his arms, stepping forward to grab Misaki's wrist so he can drag him back into the kitchen. He shoves him a bit, as if pushing him toward the other boy already there. ] Tell him.

[ He says it loud enough to get Mikelo's attention. ]

[mikelo]

[He heard them returning so he sets down what he was doing at the moment.

Blinkblink. A tilt of his head as he looks upon them both. ( Tell me what? )

He might have a feeling of the general idea, but he makes no indication of it.]

[skaterflames]

H-hey! [ He stumbles to a stop and looks everywhere but at Mikelo with a stubborn set to his jaw. He might've been forced back into the kitchen but that doesn't mean he has to say anything. ]

Tell him what? I don't have anything to tell.

[ Still not looking at Mikelo, either. ]