[ He doesn’t even remember hearing the doorbell ring or his roommates getting it. Perplexed, he stares at Nanashi for good minute as he’s working on some salmon.
Morrigan, at least, greets him with his usual meow. ]
[ Note to self, tell the house about people easily getting in. Also, shut windows all the way when not supervised. Akira blinks once, twice before going back to prepping the herbs and checking his phone for the recipe. They’re sizeable fillets and a side of asparagus, so it’ll be good. ]
We have a door, you know. [ ... damnit. Now he’s wondering if he can fit— ] So you said you’re feeling better?
[ Akira is blinking slowly, looking at Morrigan with a squint. Sighs. Kitty. Why? He pops open the fish into the oven, setting up a timer and everything. It shouldn't take that long. ]
[ He smiles after hearing Nanashi is somewhat nervous... It must be hard. Akira has never been nervous to talk to his parents, but he never wanted to bother them.
But he knows what it's like to be nervous to approach people, even when you rationalize it as not being a big deal. ]
[ And that's the timer going off. Akira puts on oven mitts as he pops the oven open to take out their long awaited baked salmon. It looks good and the herbs make it more than just aromatic. ]
Why don't we start with what you want him to understand?
[ This is so hard. He's confronting an issue that he's been running away from for weeks. It's only normal that Nanashi doesn't know what to say or how to cope.
But he can't flee at the sight of Jouhei so he has to come up with something to say. ]
I need to apologize to him somehow, but for what? Seems like there's a long list of things I should be sorry for.
[That salmon smells good . He's distracting himself with food.]
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When you get home let's have dinner together.
Is that okay with you?
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sure. did you mean dinner out?
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Whatever's easiest for your wallet and appetite works for me. If you feel like eating a lot we'll get something heavier.
Do you want dumplings again?
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it'll save my wallet. definitely.
[ Plus, his boyfriend's birthday is tomorrow. Yikes. ]
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Just let me know when you're going to start cooking. I'll help!!
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go ahead and come on over if you can make your way through the white void.
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It's probably better that way. I don't want to stare at the white void for too long.
You'll go crazy.
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stay safe.
[ First, he’s going to prep the ingredients as he waits. ]
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I'm already standing outside the front door. Gimme a sec.
[He enters the kitchen and greets Akira with his usual smile.]
Hey!
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[ He doesn’t even remember hearing the doorbell ring or his roommates getting it. Perplexed, he stares at Nanashi for good minute as he’s working on some salmon.
Morrigan, at least, greets him with his usual meow. ]
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[Child please use doors normally wow.]
It might be a tight fit for you.
[stop]
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We have a door, you know. [ ... damnit. Now he’s wondering if he can fit— ] So you said you’re feeling better?
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Only a little. [ He only feels that way thanks to his friends and all the medication he's been receiving. ]
I have to go home soon.... so I can apologize to Jouhei and my family members. I'll let you know if it works out?
[ Nanashi will keep Akira posted on his family situation. ]
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[ Akira is blinking slowly, looking at Morrigan with a squint. Sighs. Kitty. Why? He pops open the fish into the oven, setting up a timer and everything. It shouldn't take that long. ]
Yeah, keep me posted. [ Hmm. ] Not nervous?
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[He's good at being honest.]
I always found it hard to speak with my family members. Jouhei's different since he's my cousin. Maybe it'll turn out okay.
[One can only hope for the best.]
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[ He smiles after hearing Nanashi is somewhat nervous... It must be hard. Akira has never been nervous to talk to his parents, but he never wanted to bother them.
But he knows what it's like to be nervous to approach people, even when you rationalize it as not being a big deal. ]
Did you want to rehearse?
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[They can try it out.]
Are you gonna pretend to be Jouhei?
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I don't know what Jouhei is like, but you can still pretend while I try my best.
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Oh!! Would you look at that? I haven't seen you in ages!!! I wonder why???
[He tried??????]
Well, I gotta go now...!!! Bye!!!
[No.]
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That covered nothing.
[ He’s being honest. Even Morrigan doesn’t look impressed. ]
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Fuck, you can't be serious. I'm not good at talking I don't even know what to say .........
[RIP.]
Maybe I'll stay quiet and see how he reacts first? Is that an option?
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He should be honest, seeing that Nanashi is slamming the flight button so fast. ]
... No. What if he's waiting for you to be comfortable and talk to him first?
[ Then it would go nowhere and it'll be worse. ]
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[ ...Hm, yeah no. He's gotta make the first move. Akira's right. Nanashi can't be a wuss about this. ]
Fuck, I can't just show up and shout "hey?? what's going on?"" after going away for so long.
[ This is the worst. Nanashi sticks his tongue out in disgust at himself. ]
It'd be so awkward.
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[ And that's the timer going off. Akira puts on oven mitts as he pops the oven open to take out their long awaited baked salmon. It looks good and the herbs make it more than just aromatic. ]
Why don't we start with what you want him to understand?
[ Do that while he plates their food. ]
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But he can't flee at the sight of Jouhei so he has to come up with something to say. ]
I need to apologize to him somehow, but for what? Seems like there's a long list of things I should be sorry for.
[That salmon smells good . He's distracting himself with food.]
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