notintehkitchen

Sensei is gone. There was a stuffed panda in his lab waiting for me.

I can't find him anywhere. I've looked everywhere I can possibly think of. I don't know where he could of wondered off to.

By chance, did he come over to your house BLU? That's the last place left I can think of. I've exhausted all my other options, I don't want to think that he left me too.

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[Looking into his eyes, she spoke with absolutely no shame behind her.]

I care about you.

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[Mild shame colored him again, though he kept his eyes on hers.]

I know. We're teammates, right? It's your job, and...

[Miss Pauling's words came back to him.] It's my job to support you. I've not been doin' very well at that lately.

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[Leaning her head underneath his chin, Pyro released her hands from the neck of his hoodie and embraced him gently. Patting his back, she shook her head.]

Daijoubou. Just... I don't want to get angry at you anymore. I don't like being angry at all. It would be better for the both of us if I could just continue smiling.

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[There were going to be some things he never understood: her occasional breaks into Japanese, for one; for another, whatever it was that compelled her to hug him. He stiffened as her arms wrapped around him, her hands on his back, her hair pressing against his chin as he felt her breath against him. Unsure of how to respond, he brought one of his own hands to her back, returning her pats with a couple of his own.]

Right. You'll be more like yourself, and I won't have to worry about gettin' more strikes against me.

Edited Date: 2012-01-08 01:03 am (UTC)

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.... How about an omelet?

[Food makes everyone feel better. It might be best if Sniper got some protein into that body that had been wading away in the hospital.]

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[Speaking of her being herself, he was wondering how long it'd be until she brought up food again. He scratched his face.]

I s'ppose I could eat. And I do like eggs.

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You will eat and you'll love it!

[Getting off the bed and saving him from anymore awkward at the moment, she twirled around in a circle before reaching the door with a smile.]

OK! I'll make you tons of good things! Now just take a nap and I'll bring everything to you when it's ready!

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[He was admittedly glad to be saved from the awkwardness of her closeness and embrace, he did raise an eyebrow to her suggestion.]

I can't sleep all the time, you know.

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You can tag along if you want to watch me! I don't know how fun that will be though!

[Calling out as she exited the door, Pyro headed towards the upstairs kitchen. Even if Medic was gone, there was still someone left both from her world and her very own base. While he was here, she promised herself she would do everything in her power to take care of him. Maybe it was true she couldn't be with him forever, but she could do her best to enjoy his company for the time he stayed here.]

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[Though it was the middle of the night, RED wasn't tired anymore, very much awake from the conversation he'd just had. He slid to the edge of the bed, pushing his hood off his head as he grabbed his crutch, feeling a bit warm all of the sudden. He eyed the communicator for a moment, deciding he was grateful he didn't need to call for help. He did pocket the bottle of sleeping pills, though. Just in case.

With some effort, he got to his feet, hobbling after her to the best of his ability.]

S'long as it's more interesting than staring at the ceiling, I suppose.

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Well, I'm not quite sure what else there is to stare at besides that. I make for a pretty boring subject to stare at!

[Laughing, she began getting to work on cracking eggs and mixing various ingredients. With all the items she had out, it looked like omelets weren't the only food she had decided to make for him.]

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I wouldn't say that.

[Sniper eased his way into the kitchen, looking around at all the items she'd managed to get out before he'd made it in there. Those were not things that went into eggs.]

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[Pyro was stirring the batter for a batch of blueberry muffins when those words made her stop in her tracks. Surely what she had just heard had been her imagination? If someone said something like that, it was like saying she wasn't too hard on the eyes. In other words, pretty.]

.....

[Turning her head over her shoulder, she stared at him with a flushed face briefly before turning back around.]

Um...

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[Sniper hadn't even put too much thought into what he'd said until she turned around, the color of her face making it all too clear how she'd taken the comment. He coughed, clearing his throat as though it would erase the fact he'd said it at all.]

Well. This seems like a lot of ingredients for just eggs, doesn't it?

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I'm not making just eggs. If you live with me, you get to eat the way I do.

[No, her meals didn't consist of only bacon. There were other foods involved.

Despite the change in topics, Pyro could still feel her face burn as she shoved the batch of muffins inside the oven. It wasn't fair he could make her feel like her face was on fire. Engineer had done that, so had Medic... why did all her RED comrades make her body respond so strange?

Removing the omelet from the pan, Pyro placed it in front of him with a fork and a cup of a decaf coffee. The moment it was set down, she immediately spun back around and decided to stare at the refrigerator for no apparent reason to hide her embarrassment.]

Ham and cheese.

[That's all she could say.]

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Right. 'Preciate it.

[He lowered himself into the seat, eyeing the meal she'd placed before him. With his stomach turning, he wasn't terribly hungry, and knew too well that he couldn't eat as much or the way she did; however, it was at least going to try the omelette, since she'd gone to the trouble of making it.

There was one thing he wanted first, though. He pulled the mug toward him, inhaling the steam coming off the coffee deeply before taking a long drink. He couldn't help the smile that crossed him.]

Ah, that's good. Really good.

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[Since she wasn't looking anymore, she assumed he was eating the omelet and not tasting the decaf coffee she had picked up at the store in a giant tub.]

Aah...? I'm glad you like it. See? I can make other foods besides bacon just fine.

[Scratching her cheek, her voice lowered as she continued.]

I can make... lots of foods if you stay. You won't ever have to be hungry.

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[Having inhaled half his coffee, Sniper turned to his eggs, assessing the first bite. Hm. She wasn't a bad cook when she wasn't making bacon. Not a bad cook at all. He kept his eyes on his plate as she continued to speak.]

I appreciate the offer, but it's really not necessary ya go to the trouble for me. Like I said, I'm used to bein' on my own.

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But if you leave I'll just bring you bacon again.

[She really wanted him to stay and keep her company. She was usually pretty damn good at getting her way in these situations when she begged enough.]

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[He had another bite before answering her, his eyes rolling at her stubbornness. He got the feeling that no matter what he said or did, she'd be butting into his business on the principle that he was the only teammate she had left.

That wasn't to say he didn't intend on going back to his townhouse the moment he was well enough to make it there, but it helped him justify his staying there for at least a few more nights. Getting down the stairs unassisted was his major hurdle, embarrassingly enough.

Another bite. These were good eggs.]

I'll think about it. How's that?

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OK, but please think about it real hard before you respond.

[Bowing her head slightly, Pyro stayed in that position briefly before standing straight again and going to take the blueberry muffins out of the oven. Without even putting on an oven mitt, the woman handled the scolding hot muffin plate with no cares. Setting it in front of him, she smiled.]

Here eat all these.

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[Sniper winced, watching her handle the hot plate without a moment's concern for her hand. Then again, this was Pyro, a woman who could conjure flame with a mere snap of her fingers. He was still getting used to the thought she was a woman at all.]

All of them? I don't think I'm quite that 'ungry.

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You'd be surprised how much you can eat if you try! You need to get your strength back so I expect you to be a glutton!

[Taking a seat at the chair across from him, Pyro yawned and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long day of looking for her lost comrade and taking care of Sniper. Without noticing it, she had placed her arms against the table and began resting her head atop them.

Her eyes would close within seconds and she would drift off into a light sleep just from resting briefly.]

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[Sniper had finished his eggs and a single muffin by the time he realized Pyro was asleep, having pointedly kept his eyes on his plate to avoid actually having to talk to her. Yes, the food was good, but that didn't mean he wanted to have a conversation about it, especially when it was clear she wanted him to eat as much of it as possible. By the time he did glance at her, she was already nodding off.

His mind wandered. For a moment, he'd considered seeing if he could find something she would eat or drink, and lacing it with sleeping medication. She'd get some much-needed rest, he'd possibly have a night without her hanging on him; it was a win-win scenario as far as he was concerned.

On the other hand, there was some nagging sense of morality that told him drugging the girl to sleep, even if she'd had a rough day where her friend— possibly more, and he shuddered at that thought— had disappeared without a trace was not a good decision, especially when she apparently trusted him more than he trusted her. He reconsidered his options- after all, as pesky as she could be, she did genuinely seem to have his best interests at heart. Sometimes.

Maybe if he was quiet about it, he could make it back to the bedroom without disturbing her. At least come back and give her a blanket before climbing into bed for the remainder of the night.

That plan in mind, he slid out of his chair as noiselessly as possible, using his crutch to get to his feet.]

Edited Date: 2012-01-09 03:58 am (UTC)

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[Pyro would still be asleep by the time he came back. With a hand outstretched on the table now, the young woman appeared to be grabbing for something in particular but was unable to find it. Little whimpers would escape her lips as her palm still felt empty and soon tears would begin to fall from the corner of her closed eyes.]

Sensei... don't leave me alone... you ca-can't.... not allowed. Who will scold me?