SHIN (
antipathea) wrote in
tunasub2012-04-06 12:53 am
stop eating grass seto
[ So maybe Shin couldn't actually eat anymore. That was fine and expected; he'd been fully aware of the consequences of assuming a virtual form when he did it. But he could still remember how to cook and the taste of food and certain dishes. Day by day, spending time with the other few people that shared this little spaceship cabin, he was beginning to remember more about what humanity was really like - before Glass Cage and the human empathy project, before he learned about everything. And little by little, he was starting to open back up again. When they'd celebrated his birthday unexpectedly, he'd been pleasantly surprised - a feeling he hadn't had since that night on Tokyo Tower. But, moreover, he wasn't just pleased; he was grateful. That never happened.
Towards Seto, he especially felt gratitude. After all, he already owed him a great deal. Thus, for once, the bitter Shin felt like he ought to do something for someone, and that would be why he's in the kitchen, apparently making noodles. Just udon noodles.
Maybe he wasn't great at it, but he might as well try. ]
Towards Seto, he especially felt gratitude. After all, he already owed him a great deal. Thus, for once, the bitter Shin felt like he ought to do something for someone, and that would be why he's in the kitchen, apparently making noodles. Just udon noodles.
Maybe he wasn't great at it, but he might as well try. ]

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My mother taught me. [ he can't help the bitterness that seeps into his voice when he says that... but still. Oh well. ]
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[Seto accepts that answer right away and doesn't ask further about his mom or what it's like to have one, though he's a little curious. Shin doesn't sound like he wants to talk about it and bringing up things that will make him sad isn't something he wants to do. Besides, Grandpa was around to take care of him though, so he imagines that old man was like a mom. He made udon noodles too. It was a treat he had tried to teach Seto how to make, but stumbling upon uneaten noodles that were safe to eat didn't happen too often.
He doesn't move away and just continues to stand dangerously close to the pot.]
Can I stay here and watch?
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[ He didn't see the thrill of watching someone else make noodles, but it was harmless enough when he could move straight through Seto. On the other hand, the pots would not go straight through Seto, and he gives him a somewhat reproachful glance when he sees him edging close to the pot. ]
Don't burn yourself. It's going to splash. [ he's holding the noodles and is ready to put them in and boiling water will go into your eyes if you don't move Seto!! ]
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Um. Be careful too.
[Though he's still watching everything Shin does and what you have to do to make Udon noodles. They were always delicious. Kind of a nice change in between grass meals and flower soup. But Shin isn't Grandpa. Maybe this is just something everyone in the world knew how to cook.]
Did everyone in our world make udon noodles a lot?
[You know, when they were alive.]
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... Not really. If you did, it was prepackaged or in a restaraunt.
[ But he liked it better homemade. You know, when he was alive. ]
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Oh. I just thought...since you and Grandpa made it the same way, that everyone did it like that.
[Seto likes the idea of udon noodles all the time though.]
They would be easy to carry that way. Prepackaged I mean. Maybe we can even find some more here.
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Undoubtedly. [ now he has to let the noodles simmer for a little bit. He pivots in the air where he's floating to face his little urchin companion. ] ... As for your grandpa, it's a simple dish. Similarities in our cooking aren't surprising.
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I guess so.
[Back to hovering near the boiling water now yay! it looks delicious and noodley. He waves his hand over it like a moron to feel the warm steam come up. Thankfully, he doesn't burn his hand.]
Do you like to cook, Shin?
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He doesn't answer the question for a few seconds. ]
... I didn't mind it. [ past tense, because it's pretty meaningless to him now. As are most things. His heart is closed off. ]
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So you don't mind feeding birds and cooking. I'll be sure to remember.
[It's not often that Seto talks about his Grandpa, but it seems like the udon noodles are really making him think about the old man.]
Um. Will you teach me how to make them sometime? If Grandpa ever shows up [Unlikely, but other dead people have]...I'd really like to make this for him.
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He didn't show you?
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He tried to. It's just that...it was hard to find them.
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[ That was obvious enough. Shin nods once, stern-looking as ever, then turns back to the noodles, reaching for the soy sauce again. He didn't think of himself as a cook at all, but it was hard to say no to Seto sometimes. Even for this guy. ]
If you're interested, I can make an effort.
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[Seto quickly looks at the soy sauce when Shin pulls it over.]
Do you like soy sauce too?
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This is extra.
[ and he pours it on in a little swirly shape, despite his pokerface. these noodles are gonna be SO SALTY... ]
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...Okay. I'll remember it's extra.
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... If you don't like it, it's fine. For a child, this might be too much.
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It's okay. This is how Grandpa made things. I'm used to it.
[There's a connection being made in his head right now though. Shin did a lot of stuff like his Grandpa. It was strange. After living here, Seto's used to people being very different in almost everything they do. ]
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[ a noncommittal answer. on the other hand, Shin isn't making any connections whatsoever. As far as he knew, Seto's grandpa was just some scientist who probably worked under him at some point. It could have been anyone. So he just stands there, watching the udon simmer. ]
I'm surprised he could find soy sauce.
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I'm not sure where he found it.
[Yes old man. Let your adoptive grandchild eat grass in the front yard. It's okay. As long as you have The Soy Sauce.]
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And bubble tea, I'm sure.
[ shin's drink of choice for long work nights staring at papers... ]
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I think I heard him mention that. Um...I don't think he ever found some.
[Not like Seto knew what it was anyways. Tea made sense. The bubble part didn't. Maybe you could make bubbles with it.]
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1/2
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this is too precious i don't even know if I'm happy or sad
ALL MY SALAMI OH M YGODkF:LAKF:LAFKAFiei on the ground noo
/lies on the ground with your salami
be sure to treat it nicely
oh my god seto is so cute i'm going to throw up all my organs