[unfinished, closed]

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Who: Aya & Aya
What: Domestic things.
When: A bit after the love event.
Where: Starting from their kitchen.
Summary: Reconnection time?
Rating: G


Cooking wasn't the same here. Aya had tried to make Hinachirashi just because the third of March was close by. He wasn't exactly sure what the date was, but considering from the temperature and length of day, it seemed about the right time. Their mother had always remembered the Girl's day, and even if he had thought it then as needless fuss, now it seemed appropriate, and nostalgic. But he couldn't have found all the ingredients, and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he remembered all of them anyhow, or knew how to prepare them. But in the end, he had cooked something that probably would be edible and he hoped it would be enough for her.

Plates set on the table, kitchen cleaned from all the earlier clutter when he had been repotting some of the seedlings, Aya knocked on his sister's door and waited for her to answer.

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[kudaran314.livejournal.com]

Before, Ran would have asked teasingly how Aya knew anything about his love life. But it hits a bit too close to home and Aya decides to just snort at her and frown at her table manners.

"At least you haven't yet talked with your mouth full," he says dryly, but not without any humor. There's a tiny hint of it. If you squint.

[sweetunrest.livejournal.com]

She isn't aware of just how long she was in a coma, and assumes that if he were with anyone he was serious with he would have told her.

She puts on a mock offended glare that is a childish imitation of his own. "Ran! Slander! I would never do that." The offended glare is further spoiled by a giggle.

[kudaran314.livejournal.com]

"Sure..." Aya says so dryly it's a miracle his tongue doesn't turn into sandpaper. "Just like you'd never tease your big brother about being an old maid."

He's secretly tempted to stick out his tongue at her, something he hasn't done since being a little kid.

[sweetunrest.livejournal.com]

"Of course not." She leans across the table, wielding her spoon with the intent of bumping him on his nose. "I am a lady."

[kudaran314.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," he remarks with some rise on the tip of his nose now. "And not older than five, it seems."

He wrinkles his nose, the rise dropping down, and he frowns.