[Ah... well, hopefully Souda would still eat it, instead of taking out his frustrations on it. Though it'd take longer now that he's a pooka, he supposes...]
There's only so many ways you can cook laminated dough, I guess... [The sigh in his voice, is, as always, palpable. Though really, when he thought about it, yeah there was only so many ways it could go if you were already laminating it.]
Besides, Italian food was getting pretty popular in Japan. Though it's not like we can get anything back home, now...
Guess you're right. Unless you or Hanamura's the ones makin' it...
[Still, he ends up picking it up and taking a bite, immediately placated (and distracted) by the taste. It might be just a pastry, and not even much different than he was expecting, but it's still really good.]
Dude... it's awesome...
[At least someone isn't as stringent on these recipes as the Italians can be.]
[Even if Souda's tastes weren't as exacting as Abba's or even Fugo's, it still made Hinata glad to see how much he enjoyed it. (Actually maybe the fact that he wasn't so exacting was a relief, too, though he wouldn't be much of a supergenius if that was a huge obstacle...)]
I'm glad you like it. Hopefully it lives up to your expectations enough to make up for my betrayal this time.
[Ah, if only they could've solved problems on the island with baked goods.]
[Souda can't help a stupid laugh; it gets him thinking about where they were before all this happened, how things were in the simulation. How that feels more real than their real highschoolhood, when Hajime didn't even know them.]
C'mon, man, y'know I'd forgive you anyway, right?
[He nibbles on his adequately-italian pastry with his dumb rodent face, scratching the back of his neck.]
It is better than having a fistfight on the beach I suppose.
[Also he really doesn't wanna get punched in the face. At least not while he had an actual face with bones and nerve endings in them.]
Well... I'll let you get back to whatever you were working on, then. [Was it still weird? He was pretty sure it was. It was Souda so it was probably still weird. He widens his stance and points awkwardly to the door. To indicate where he was going, you see. ] There's another one in there if you're still hungry. I dunno how much pookas like to eat.
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[Souda grumbles a little, not even trying to be grumpy about it or anything, just... his normal weird awkward self. It's weird because he's weird. But, being a pooka makes Souda really want Hajime to stick around— especially since that cornetto helped stave off the vindictiveness pookas tend to resort to when they feel rejected or ignored.]
I mean, you don't have to, man, you can stick around and hang out any time...
Huh...? [Hinata blinks a little in surprise-- well, not, surprise but. More like he hadn't even realized the alternative possibility.]
I mean... yeah, I just didn't want to get in your way, you know? I know how particular you are when you're working... [He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, though it was a lot weirder when it was covered in tendrils instead of hair. If he hadn't known that before, working together in Ryslig sure made that clear.]
Plus, we were working on the rental stuff for awhile, s-so I wanted to give you your space.
[That was definitely the whole story. Are you believing him yet. He is very convincing.]
[He's happy, genuinely! Though nothing's going to beat out the inherent awkwardness of this conversation anyway. Maybe he had been... too dodgy about it?]
It doesn't even have to be weird! No one's even thinking about that stuff anymore, so it's like nothing even happened.
[There is definitely nothing nervous about the whipping of his jerboa tail. Actually, there's always something nervous about Souda, so maybe it actually doesn't come across very weird at all...]
[Honestly, yeah, the tail whipping around just seems like it's normal for all the ways Souda would usually twitch and fidget. It was hard to do that sort of thing with a gargoyle tail, he supposed-- though it didn't stop him smacking Hinata on accident a few times.]
Of course. [He gives a tired sort of smile. Honestly, if both of them had agreed to move on from it, then there's no need to worry about talking about it!!]
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[With a huff, Souda thumps his leg in a quick motion, almost irritated as he looks the pastry over.]
But I couldn't tell this apart from anything we could get at home...
souda do you want to talk about your feelings
There's only so many ways you can cook laminated dough, I guess... [The sigh in his voice, is, as always, palpable. Though really, when he thought about it, yeah there was only so many ways it could go if you were already laminating it.]
Besides, Italian food was getting pretty popular in Japan. Though it's not like we can get anything back home, now...
absolutely not
Guess you're right. Unless you or Hanamura's the ones makin' it...
[Still, he ends up picking it up and taking a bite, immediately placated (and distracted) by the taste. It might be just a pastry, and not even much different than he was expecting, but it's still really good.]
Dude... it's awesome...
[At least someone isn't as stringent on these recipes as the Italians can be.]
wow and i thought you and me were FTE maxed
I'm glad you like it. Hopefully it lives up to your expectations enough to make up for my betrayal this time.
[Ah, if only they could've solved problems on the island with baked goods.]
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C'mon, man, y'know I'd forgive you anyway, right?
[He nibbles on his adequately-italian pastry with his dumb rodent face, scratching the back of his neck.]
No snacks required. Even if they're good....
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[Also he really doesn't wanna get punched in the face. At least not while he had an actual face with bones and nerve endings in them.]
Well... I'll let you get back to whatever you were working on, then. [Was it still weird? He was pretty sure it was. It was Souda so it was probably still weird. He widens his stance and points awkwardly to the door. To indicate where he was going, you see. ] There's another one in there if you're still hungry. I dunno how much pookas like to eat.
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[Souda grumbles a little, not even trying to be grumpy about it or anything, just... his normal weird awkward self. It's weird because he's weird. But, being a pooka makes Souda really want Hajime to stick around— especially since that cornetto helped stave off the vindictiveness pookas tend to resort to when they feel rejected or ignored.]
I mean, you don't have to, man, you can stick around and hang out any time...
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I mean... yeah, I just didn't want to get in your way, you know? I know how particular you are when you're working... [He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, though it was a lot weirder when it was covered in tendrils instead of hair. If he hadn't known that before, working together in Ryslig sure made that clear.]
Plus, we were working on the rental stuff for awhile, s-so I wanted to give you your space.
[That was definitely the whole story. Are you believing him yet. He is very convincing.]
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[Souda crosses his arms, tapping his foot.]
But you think I'm some kinda stupid, don't you!
It's been weird since that movie! We used to hang out all the time!
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...Stupid isn't a noun, so it's not like Souda's making a very good case for himself.]
W-Well yeah... all that movie stuff was-- weird, so I figured everyone could use some time to bounce back.
[This is at least half true?]
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...It's kind of been bouncing back time by now, though, right?
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[He's happy, genuinely! Though nothing's going to beat out the inherent awkwardness of this conversation anyway. Maybe he had been... too dodgy about it?]
It doesn't even have to be weird! No one's even thinking about that stuff anymore, so it's like nothing even happened.
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[. . .]
So— we can hang out again, like, bros, right?
[There is definitely nothing nervous about the whipping of his jerboa tail. Actually, there's always something nervous about Souda, so maybe it actually doesn't come across very weird at all...]
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Of course. [He gives a tired sort of smile. Honestly, if both of them had agreed to move on from it, then there's no need to worry about talking about it!!]
Like soul brothers.