soul_logs | Real men know how to cook. [CLOSED]

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Real men know how to cook. [CLOSED]

Characters: Koujurou and Shinjiro
Location: the Shopping District
Rating: G
Time: January 19, a little after lunch
Description: Manly men bonding over manly cooking.

[So after he's completed one round through town with Auron, Koujurou's trading his 'uniform' (as the members of DOGS call it) for something a bit more casual (try 'farmer') and heading off to the mall.

Dinner is very serious business, you see.]

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[In the malls grocery, Shinjiro already had himself a basket of fresh vegetables. He tended to go shopping two times a month at most if he could get away with it: twice only because fresh food simply couldn't be bought in mass, and anything that only lasted a few days he could pick up on the way home. Almost like it was something he 'just thought of now' while getting smokes or something for Kanaya- never for himself to enjoy over a stovetop later. It was a stupid thing to have issues over, but he simply hated a lot of people knowing about his hobby. Even after it had been broadcast on the DEMISE enough times and he'd cooked for a few people and parties often enough. It was irrational, but it was constant.

When Koujurou arrived Shinjiro was looking at what looked like a white radish in a way that one would expect to see a nervous man that just turned 18 looking at an adult video in the store: nervous and excited all at one. The sign said watermelon radishes. he caught sight of the older man out of the corner of his eye, and the man's casual dress made him turn. Shinjiro had never seen him in a casual setting before. He had almost assumed that he was like Mustang or Scifo or that scary Kerrigan woman. That he had sprung out of the ground full grown and had at once set to doing paperwork or practicing various painful methods of killing people. Not someone you see in the store]

Katakura. [His greeting was a little stiff, and he stuffed the white vegitable in his basket in an embarrassed rush]

Shinjiro.

[A nod. Then he's surveying your loot.

Hmmm...

...Excuse him, he's been distracted by your vegetables.]

[He looks down as well, a little surprised and feeling a little put on the spot.]

Erm... dinner. [He hasn't managed to get to the meat section yet, so it's almost completely veggies]

I see. Might I inspect them?

[DEADLY SERIOUS.]

Urm... sure. [He hands the basket over, the watermelon radish right on top]

You have my thanks.

[Now he's looking them over Like A Boss. With Intensity.

This is deadly serious business, okay?]

[There's only so much quality one can expect int he winter, in a world under siege, in a large city. But considering the circumstances they aren't bad. Shinjiro certainly has an eye for this kind of thing.]

A lot of it's going into hot pot. [He jerks his hand a little, mimic the swishing motions of meat in the pot. Rotating different meats and vegetable was a necessity in his home: he never knew what would be both safe and agreeable to Kanaya, and so hot pot had become a quick way to test out various foods. He had asked, once, what troll ate to get an idea of what to make. After hearing about grub-based food though, he never asked again]

[A rumble of approval.]

And the rest?

Dunno yet. Probably just play it by ear.

[He picks up the radish, rolling it between his hands] Probably gonna eat this raw. I hear they're almost sweet...

[He seems to realize what he's saying and gives a vague 'Tch' noise, shrugging] What, are you the produce police?