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[aqueousliving]

Who: Mai, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein, Haruka Nanase
What: General mingle log for the residents of Flame Building, Floor 2
When: Nov 18 - Nov 24
Where: Flame Building, Floor 2
Summary: Eventually, your neighbours are going to annoy you at some point, right?
Rating: None.

[Sure, people can stick to their own rooms and everything, but the problem is that unless they're willing to climb out the window or something, they're going to eventually encounter at least one of their neighbours, whether it's just in the hallways to the elevator and stairs, or the shared kitchen and laundry.

Someone better not be running the washing machine in the middle of the night, though. Seriously.]

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[aqueousliving]

[Pie's not something he's made before, and it's really something he prefers to buy than actually make himself.]

Rice balls.

[wipesfaith]

[That means almost nothing to him, but he guesses the food in the pan must be "rice".

...And this means Haruka is being annoyingly helpful again.]

You just like making me look bad, don't you.

[aqueousliving]

[...Where did that come from? That's actually enough to get Haruka to look at Jean, bewildered. His expression quickly turns into a small frown as he turns back to his rice.]

I don't need to do anything.

[wipesfaith]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

[And it's at this moment that the bratwurst he's been holding aloft on his fork this whole time...falls off, landing on the floor.]

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka just. Slowly looks down to where the bratwurst dropped. He is not using food that's just been dropped on the floor. He looks back up at Jean and just scoffs. That was all you.

His attention returns to his saucepan, which looks like it's going to boil in a minute or two.]

[wipesfaith]

[His gaze drops to the floor, staring into the jaws of defeat. Fucking. Dammit.

Wordlessly, he stoops to pick the bratwurst up.]

I'm still eating this.

[aqueousliving]

[What the hell, man.]

You'll get food poisoning.

[Haruka might have cleaned the kitchen recently, but since there's an abundance of shoes being used indoors that irks him somewhere in the back of his mind, it just doesn't seem like a good idea. Especially when the sausage itself is burnt.]

[wipesfaith]

I'm not wasting this!

[Five second rule YOLO.]

[aqueousliving]

[...Well, he's warned Jean. That's as much effort as he's willing to expend on Jean. It's not his problem if Jean gets sick. It'll probably be Marco's but it's not his problem and that's what's important, here.]

Suit yourself.

[By this time, his saucepan's boiling, so he gives his rice a stir before reducing the heat and covering it. In the meantime, he is going to clean up the mess you made on the floor, Jean.]

[wipesfaith]

Damn right I will!

[He dumps the sausage onto his plate, then scoops the burnt remains of the onions out of the pan to top it off. Too bad he doesn't know what ketchup or mustard is.

Leaning against the counter - and leaving his dirty pan behind on the stove - he stabs his sad meal and takes the first chewy bite. It could be a whole lot worse, actually. Somewhere underneath the crispy black casing is a hint of meaty flavor.]

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka just... tries not to watch Jean eat. There's just something offensive about a guy eating food that's been on the floor and obviously burnt.

It's going to take a while for his rice to absorb the water so Haruka just focuses on cleaning the floor before he returns to the sink and works on cleaning the gunked up blender. If he just focuses on cleaning, then he can ignore that guy eating food that's clearly not fit for eating.]

[wipesfaith]

[He'll look over to Haruka when he starts cleaning the blender.]

I was gonna take care of that, you know. [This is said through another tough bite of over-cooked sausage and onions.]

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka keeps his gaze firmly fixed on the blender. Even with the soaking, the gluey potato is still amazingly difficult to remove. He tips the blender upside down, watching the water and a whole lot of potato slush fall out of it.]

I don't have anything better to do.

[Because unlike some people, he can keep track of his food while doing other stuff. And a small part of him's afraid Jean will somehow end up breaking the blender.]

[wipesfaith]

[He shrugs - no skin off his back.]

Suit yourself.

[...Wow he could really use some water to help him choke this down. Setting his plate and fork down, he grabs a glass out of the cupboard and moves to the sink.]

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka... actually moves over and gives Jeans space to use the tap, waiting patiently, though his gaze goes out the window, spacing out.

Without all the things he'd grown used to in Iwatobi, there really isn't much for him to do. With no school and no Makoto to drag him out of the house to do things, there's only so many times he can clean his already clean room before he admits that it's utterly pointless to keep doing it.]

Hey.

[His voice is still carefully detached as his gaze returns to the slightly less gunked up blender.]

What do you and Marco like to eat?

[wipesfaith]

[He steps back from the sink once his glass is full, chugging a third of it in one swig. At Haruka's question, he wipes at the water dribbling from his mouth with the back of his hand.]

Huh? What kinda question is that?

[He'll think for about five seconds before shrugging.] We're not exactly picky.

[aqueousliving]

[Once Jean has vacated the sink, Haruka pours more hot water and dishwashing liquid into the blender.]

So anything I make should be fine for you two.

[Mackerel mackerel mackerel all day every day--]

1/2

[wipesfaith]

Yeah, I guess--

[wipesfaith]

Wait...wait, why are you cooking for us?

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka turns and his gaze slides to Jean's half eaten half burnt sausage before he looks at Jean. Do I need to answer that?]

[wipesfaith]

[His eyes follow Haruka's and his face will flush an indignant red.]

This was just a fluke!

[And he's setting his glass down, picking that fluke up again to resume his sad, defeated meal.]

[aqueousliving]

[Whatever you say, man. Haruka leaves the blender in the sink and washes his hands before returning to the stove and turning off the heating element.]

Some dishes are too much for one person.

[The ones that are troublesome are the ones he can't really comfortably adjust to just one or two servings.]

I don't want any leftovers.

[wipesfaith]

Knock yourself out, then. I won't complain about having less work to do.

[Stuffing his mouth with another bite.]

[aqueousliving]

[He'd better stick to his word and not complain.

Either way, as far as Haruka's concerned, their experiment had been a failure and their conversation is done. So while Jean eats his sad sausage, he'll finish cleaning the blender and finish making his onigiri, content to ignore Jean's existence while he focuses on the tasks at hand.]