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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. ]

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[Every time he woke up, Seto usually went through the process of finding his close friends. Crow was different, he didn't worry too much about him. His best friend had a habit in never being still and Seto could usually find him later on when he wandered around. However, Sai was never too far away or out of touch and Shin rarely left. They were easy to spot and it eased his worries.

That's what led him around the room and eventually to the kitchen. He never actually ate from there often ~~garbage is tasty~~. Rubbing his eyes and blinking away the sleepies, he looks over at Shin.]

...Shin? Are you cooking?

[ Sometimes he forgets that not everyone is awake for every hour of the day and hasn't completely lost their senses of time. He turns his head just slightly to look at Seto. There's not a whole bunch of stuff out - it must be pretty simple - and it looks like he's actually close to being done already, just adding the cooked noodles to the actual soup now. ]

I am.

[Curious about what he's making, Seto starts immediately invading Shin's personal space. It's not on purpose. He's just moving closer and closer until he finally can see inside the pot. For once, there's no inquiry about what's happening shin what are you cooking what are noodles what are noodles made out of can noodles help me find Ren why is the water boiling can i drink it. All he does is look up at him and say]

Udon? You know how to make it?

[ ... understandably, Shin is surprised that Seto actually knows what it is. He nods once. ]

My mother taught me. [ he can't help the bitterness that seeps into his voice when he says that... but still. Oh well. ]

Oh. I see.

[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?

... If you want to.

[ 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!! ]

[Screw boiling water he does what he wants!! Which in this case means actually listening to Shin and taking a small step back.]

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.]

[ seto he's a ghost, he doesn't have to be careful... but he puts them in gently out of habit anyway. Shin glances at Seto from the corner of his eye. ]

... Not really. If you did, it was prepackaged or in a restaraunt.

[ But he liked it better homemade. You know, when he was alive. ]

[shut up don't make him protect you from boiling water okay.]

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.

[ At that comment, Shin just sighs and shakes his head, perhaps a bit fondly. Only Seto would be excited at the prospect of eating cup noodles all the time. ]

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.

[yeah, be prepared to find large amounts of noodles in the room once he finds their aisle in the store.]

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?

[ IT'S GOOD HE DIDN'T EITHER because Shin wouldn't even help him. He'd just watch. and shake his head sadly, is this the future generation he left behind... (no it's not, you killed them all.)

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. ]

[what if he had cried what then huh!! huh?!?!?]

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.

[ oh my god what is it with Seto and the birds?!? HE NEVER SHOULD HAVE DONE IT... Shin looks faintly embarassed, but doesn't say anything about it. ]

He didn't show you?

[YOUR POSTLIFE IS RUINED!]

He tried to. It's just that...it was hard to find them.

... Of course.

[ 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.

Thank you so much. I'll try my very best.

[Seto quickly looks at the soy sauce when Shin pulls it over.]

Do you like soy sauce too?

[ try his best at learning to cook cup noodles...? Only Seto. Shin's eyes remained trained on the noodles, but he nods. ]

This is extra.

[ and he pours it on in a little swirly shape, despite his pokerface. these noodles are gonna be SO SALTY... ]

[Salt>mold. He peers into the bowl to see the little swirls. Weird. Grandpa did that too, for whatever reason. When Seto was younger, it used to make him smile and that's a habit he's grown into.]

...Okay. I'll remember it's extra.

[ now you're getting the idea, Seto!! Shin pauses after he does it, remembering that he was actually making it to give to this kid and his friends if he so desired. Maybe he shouldn't have been making it to suit his own non-existent tastebuds. It's just how he's used to doing it. ]

... If you don't like it, it's fine. For a child, this might be too much.

[He immediately shakes his head.]

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. ]

Hm.

[ 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.

[Seto never thought about it, but it was weird. There was always soy sauce on the table, even if there wasn't food to go with it.]

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.]

[ Seto if you wanted soy sauce on your grass all you had to do was ask!! There's a "hmph" at that answer. ]

And bubble tea, I'm sure.

[ shin's drink of choice for long work nights staring at papers... ]

[You weren't that nice you didn't talk very much gosh!!!]

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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