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016 | The Good Old Days

Who: Everyone!
What: Ageswapping
When: July 15-17
Where: Everywhere
Summary: A breach in the space-time continuum is messing things up.

Edit: OVERFLOW is here!

The Far Shore has been dealing with a lot of space-time pulsating through the past week or so and everything is culminating on the night of the 15th, even though the Heavens are preparing for an all-out Obon bash. They had planned to have the celebration on the 15th itself, but Amaterasu asked to postpone a day due to the horrible feeling that is permeating the Far Shore.

And it turns out she was right to postpone everything. In fact, it will have to be postponed another whole month at this rate...

Before

Late in the day on July 15th, the new batch of shinki will arrive to a Far Shore with a thick, tense atmosphere. All night on the 15th it feels like something is about to happen - and it's difficult to tell whether that something will be good or bad. Any attempts to contact the management of the Far Shore have fallen on deaf, slightly harried ears and so everyone is left to their own devices to try and figure out why things are so tense.

July 16

Just after midnight, an explosive shock wave rips through the Far Shore, bringing on the age changes with it. Even the spirits of the Far Shore seem to be affected - for example, the library goblins are either toddling around on wobbly legs or are dragging themselves from place to place and looking decrepit. There are a few gods and shinki that seem to have been exceptions from the change, though it is not clear why.

July 17

Another wave of energy comes in the early morning of the 17th. Fewer people are affected this time and it seems to alter those people's ages a second time. There is no rhyme or reason to who is being affected further. Several of the library goblins have just dropped dead from severe old age. Oops.

Aftermath

Late on the 17th brings about one final burst from the energy that has been plaguing the Far Shore. For a short moment, every new temple glows with a soft light, seeming to beckon to their owners. But the light is gone quickly and everyone will find themselves back to normal with complete memories of everything that happened during their age adventures. The goblins that died, though, are still very dead. Looks like the library will need to get some new help soon.

In Summary:

Meet the newbies
Get aged or de-aged
Deal with other too young/too old people
Try to handle the consequences
Have fun~

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[Yes. Because he made it and you like the way he makes it. Duh. Look, he pays attention to what Rin likes, so there. And sure, he’s a picky eater… When it comes to sugar, yeah, Sousuke’ll agree. But anything else? Hah! He’s a growing boy and Sousuke’s seen him inhale meat kebabs like there’s no tomorrow. (Of course, he knows Rin’ll always counter the comment by saying he’s nowhere as bad as Sousuke.)

Oy, did he just punch him? Sousuke makes a little grunting noise and “accidentally” bumps Rin with shoulder.] Not this time, cause I’m watching you.

[Mr. Messy. A little smirk appears as he watches Rin take extra care mixing the eggs. Though really, if he takes too freaking long, Sousuke’s gonna yank the bowl out and finish it himself. They’re just making breakfast; not cooking a five-star meal, dammit! The best casual breakfast you ever had. He ignores Rin’s retort, pointedly, and goes back to the stove to work on getting the skillet prepared. Rin doesn’t want to admit his loss, so the obvious response is to show him up. Again. Yep.

Back to the question. Butter or oil. Pros and cons. And they have both. Sousuke heads for the fridge and pops the door open as Rin taps on his chin and makes a show of deciding. By the time Rin answers, Sousuke’s heading back to the skillet, the stick of butter half-unwrapped in his hand.] Knew it. [He’s got you covered, man. Have a little brat scoff at the warning.] Right, like I’d do something like that.

[Honestly, what kind of chef / athlete do you think he is? He watches his health too. A small chop and soon enough, there’s butter sizzling in the pan while Sousuke rotates it around on the burner to make sure every part of the surface is covered. Bleh, this is more difficult with this small body… How’s he gonna manage one of his cool one-handed flips like this?] We should go to the beach today. Swim in the ocean.

[Hey, he likes other omurice recipes out there! It’s not like the way Sousuke specifically makes it is the only way he can stomach it. ... Though he will admit it’s never quite the same any other way. Can never put a finger on it. That’s just the way it happened. Ok, so maybe he should give him more credit for being a decent cook. If he doesn’t, Sousuke might just stop making all the good stuff for him without warning. Can’t have that, now can we?

Anyway, back to their weird little cooking show. With the eggs all set and Sousuke reading his mind about the butter, Rin sets the veggies aside so he can start slicing up a few thin pieces of meat. Hotdog to be exact. Can’t have a proper omurice without that. So what if each slice isn’t perfectly shaped like the last one? It’s not like they’ll see them much once they’re being tossed around in ketchup and carrots. Chop chop, dice dice... hehe. Is someone having a little trouble over there with the skillet? Rin hums nonchalantly as he passes with his last few ingredients and sets them on the counter with everything else. Perfect! Their omurice station is complete.

Which means he can hop up and with some extra leg pumping seat himself on the counter too.]

Oh, the ocean! [He beams at the idea, feet kicking below.] That’s not a bad idea. I wonder if the waves will be nice enough for some light surfing. [Probably not, but he can dream. ... Don’t mind him taking a hotdog slice and popping it in his mouth, by the way. It’s already cooked anyway! And he’s hungry!] Mm... on second thought, I think burying you in the sand would be even more fun.

[Gee, way to make him feel special, Rin! Good thing you don’t say these things out loud… Kidding aside, Sousuke does enjoy cooking with Rin. All the fun they have while making the food, the obvious competition, and then the meal afterwards is usually the best part. The first time they cooked together, it went surprisingly smoothly, with neither of them getting in the other’s way and seeming to coordinate pretty easily. At least until someone brought that up and everything went downhill. Luckily they’d conquered that by now.

Sousuke rotates the pan a few more times to make sure the butter’s all around the surface, then quickly finds a ladle so the butter doesn’t spit everywhere. A nice dip in the eggs and then—sizzle sizzle—in they go! He spreads the eggs around the surface of the skillet, gyrating it again to make sure it’s even and flat. Annoyingly, it’s harder than he remembers; blames that on the whole body being tiny right now (comparatively). Look, he’s gonna make his “struggles” as smooth and perfect-looking as possible so it won’t give Rin too much reason to mock him. Not like the other boy could do any better either, so hmph!

Hot dogs, huh? Well obviously that needs to happen. He holds his tongue about Rin’s uneven chopping, mostly because he figures his god did it on purpose. Meaning he didn’t bother wasting time making sure they’re all equal. Which, considering breakfast and hungry, Sousuke’s grateful for. Switching to a pair of chopsticks, Sousuke starts to pick at the eggs in the skillet, loosening them from the sides so he can shake it around and get it all hot and cooked without tearing it. And yes, he sees those hot dog sneaks, you cheater…]

You surf? [Since when’s that been a subject? And then gapes for a second before snorting in annoyance.] Phht, as if I’d let you bury me.

[While Sousuke cooks, Rin tries his hardest not to eat all the hotdogs in the bowl before they can be tossed in with the rice, but with all the amazingly smells wafting around in here, resisting is easier said than done. Do sharks drool when they’re hungry? If so, that would be him right about now. Theoretically. He’ll just keep on swinging his feet back and forth to stay distracted in the meantime, and maybe start mentally planning out the rest of the day ahead of them. He knows he wants them to stay on their training schedule like they do every day, but hopping right into that straight after breakfast–lunch?–would probably be stupid. And tiring. They’ve only got these little bodies to work with! No muscles, no nothing!

With a sigh, Rin looks back over just as his shinki starts picking at the eggs in the skillet with his chopsticks. Ooh, nice and even. Make sure you don’t burn those edges though, Sousuke!]

Sure I did! Not... professionally or anything like that. [Can’t live in Australia for four years and not learn how to surf. That’d basically be a sacrilege.] Haah? You totally would, you know. I bet you’d make yourself comfortable like a clam~ [A wide grin here followed by, yes, more girly giggles.]

Or maybe a sunbathing walrus suits you better!

[He’s got a rhythm going now, moving the skillet to match with the motions of the chopsticks. The egg keeps rotating within the pan, occasionally drooling more of its wet interior over the edges to cook. Once or twice he has to remind himself he’s not folding the egg over to make the traditional omelet, but it’s obviously coming along swimmingly. With the rice cooking and the vegetables waiting their turn, it’s not going to be long before the first omurice builds itself on Rin’s plate. Stop some of that shark drool…

And excuse you; he has muscle! Lanky, scrawny, wiry muscle, but tonnage all the same! Still, he wonders about training. They have different bodies and even if he’s sure it won’t last long, it’s going to be different. Just look at their results from running down the hall to the kitchen. Not out of breath or anything, but it’d felt a heck of a lot longer than normal.

Hmph, he’s not gonna burn the edges. Maybe lightly crisp and brown them like a gourmet…]

Huh, cool. [So Rin knows how to surf. You know, he’d like to learn how to too. Buuut after submitting himself to Rin to learn how to swim, Sousuke’s not sure his pride is ready to deal with another round of Teacher/Student. Especially when his teacher’s this little brat on the counter. He scoffs at Rin’s assurance.] I would not. [That’s just talking stupi--]

WHAT?! [A walrus!!! Jeeze, he wants to rail the back of that head with this skillet right now!] You ass! How am I in any way a walrus?!

[Oh come on. If you want to learn how to surf, then let him teach you! He's an excellent teacher, if a bit rough around the edges. But hey, if you want to learn how to do something right, then there's no room for slacking and going easy. Still, if the waves won't be nice to them today, then they'll have no choice but to find other ways to keep themselves busy. Like with Rin burying Sousuke in the sand!

He laughs out loud towards that reaction, feet swinging a little more, then waits for the right moment when Sousuke's not stirring that heavy skillet around to reach over and plop his hand right atop his head, giving it a few ruffles.]

Because you like lying around and eating a lot!

[Look at his big toothy grin though! He's so happy when he picks on you~]

[Hmph! He’ll… think about it. Maybe he can self-teach himself or something. Where he’s not making a fool of himself in front of his god. Again. Though it’s not like he was belly flopping and floundering when he learned how to swim. Anyways, something to mull over later when he’s not finishing up this rice and adding the vegetables and hot dogs and putting another thin-but-perfectly-done omelet on the nearby plate.

Still not letting Rin bury him in the sand. He wants to run around and play too, you know!] Hmph. Jerk. [Sousuke’s not forgiving him for that walrus comment any time soon. … Though he can’t stop a small pink crawling onto his face when a hand plops on his head and Rin gives him some head ruffles. Ugh, what is he, a dog now? (Ignoring the obvious answer to that.) Have a frowny pout.]

Stop petting me…

[While he passes his own hand over and delivers to Rin a steaming pile of rice, topped with the sautéed vegetables and hot dogs, and enrobed with one of the omelets. Stupid toothy, happy grin making him get all… ugh, willing.] You can dress it up. [Stop being so charming and eat up.]

[Ooooy, don’t be mean, Sousuke! He’s just messing around! No reason to get all huffy about it. See, he’ll even stop ruffling like he asks... or “petting” as Sousuke puts it. Hehe, you can’t blame him for trying it at least once though. He doesn’t have many opportunities to reach up and ruffle his best friend’s hair when they’re normal sized. Not only is Sousuke taller than he is, he’s also (dare he say it) stronger, which means he’d have to put in double the effort to give him a decent bedhead. Like this though? Piece of cake!

–Ooh, omurice! That’s as good a distraction as any.

Sure it’s pretty as it is, but it’s missing the signature ketchup stripes on top... stripes he has to apparently put on himself now. Pouting, Rin reaches for the ketchup bottle then gives it a few pats before squirting a nice even topping over the steaming omelette. Hmm... actually, there might even be some space here for something extra... Let’s see. R... I... N.

Well, it’s not professional calligraphy, but it’s his name more or less.]

Heehee~ How’s that for dressed up?

[Oy! Mean? He’s not the one calling people a walrus and floofing hair. (Not that ruffling his hair is “mean” per say…) Still embarrassing and he’s trying not to get a little red in the cheek. It’s still petting; don’t even try to argue that. But look, he gets it. That’s why he only whined and didn’t actually try to bat that hand away. See? He can be nice too. Having a spatula full of food probably has something to do with his restraint… but whatever. Not his fault he’s taller and stronger than his best friend. Or that his bedhead is cuter than Rin’s strangled/tangled maroon octopus.

Yeah yeah, you’ve got to do all that exhausting work of putting the ketchup on. Poor you, slaving away over there. Sousuke pours more eggs into the skillet and starts swirling it around to coat the pan. Then it’s back to the chopsticks and picking at the edges to keep it loose, fluffy, and cooking evenly. He ignores the pout easily. Though his curiosity gets the better of him when Rin takes longer than expected with the ketchup. Jeeze, how much are you using--? … Oh.

Sousuke quirks a brow. Rin wrote his name. Aaand he breaks into a little laugh, eyes closed in amusement.] Dork. [But it’s obviously fondness in his tone. Giving his omelet another swirl, he starts to load up his own plate with a mound of rice, then the veggie/hotdog combo, and finally—flop!—his own steaming yellow blanket.]

Hey. [Have another omurice being held out on Sousuke’s plate.] Sign mine.

[Oyyy his hair isn’t an octopus! He takes a lot of time and care with his hair care! ... you should know this better than anyone at this point, considering he takes nearly half an hour sometimes getting ready in the mornings. ... ok so maybe he’s not very stylish right now in his huge floppy shirt, but he’s cute-ish, right? ~~You thought it yourself!~~

Back to ketchup! Which he’s doing quite a good job with, if he does say so himself. Hmm. If he had a little more space here, he might even be able to draw on a couple stars. Or maybe sharks? Which would look better on an omurice? While he busies himself with deciding, he hears that laugh then raises his head and quirks a brow right back at him. Hey! Who’re you calling a dork? He did a great job on this! And it’s not like writing on omurice is abnormal! He should squirt some ketchup on his head for that one...

Well. He would. If Sousuke didn’t hold out his plate to him and ask for that.

... There’s a slight tint of pink on his cheeks when he takes the plate from him and holds it in his lap to keep it steady. He wants this one to be as non-wobbly as possible, ok?]

Hmm... [S... O... U... Ugh S’s are so squiggly... But he manages! ... and even draws a happy face right at the end with a wide grin and sharp teeth.] There!

[When he wakes up in the morning after sleeping on it all night it does. Sousuke should know; he’s woken up plenty of times to see those maroon tendrils flopped over a certain someone’s face. Of course he knows Rin fixes it all up in the morning. S’why Sousuke lets him shower first so he can shower second while Rin takes care of dolling himself up for the day. (Not this morning, cause child things happened.)

And duh, you’re cute. Now shut up about it!

Still calling him a dork notakebacks because he is. A good dork, but a dork nonetheless. Signing his omurice rather than drawing the traditional lines qualifies you as a dork, you know. Not that Sousuke thinks Rin did a bad job on his signature. Even if it is in English… And don’t even think about squirting him with that ketchup! Need he remind you he’s got a hot SKILLET in his hand! And a spatula/chopsticks in the other. Rin should be very respectful to his chef. Hmph.

And there’s his plate, waiting for a signature of his own. Look at that; he’s accepting his friend’s dorkiness and getting himself some dork too! What a kind soul. Now if he’d hurry up a little since this plate is kind of loaded and his arm’s not the sculpted piece of muscular athleticism it was last night…]

You’re blushing, Rin.

[Just to tease him. Again. For the millionth time. But now his plate’s gone and he goes back to working on another omurice. Once the chirped “there” shoots out, Sousuke looks to the results. And grins.] Not bad! Mine’s even better’n yours.

[Oh please. He likes those tendrils no matter how floppy they are. All over his face or blowing in the wind or tied up. At least he’s a perfect picture every time! Don’t even try to deny it. Oh. That’s right. You can’t. Because you think he’s cute and there’s no taking that back! So nyeh.

Now what’s that about being respectful to his chef?

How about being nice to his decorator over here and not pointing out the obvious flush on his face?! It’s just steamy in here from the skillet, that’s all! With a pout, Rin hops down from the counter so he can open up one of the drawers for some silverware. Can’t have omurice without spoons. Hmph. See if he even gives you one though. If you’re not careful, he might even start munching away on yours too.]

I am not. And yours is just the same as mine! [said as he scoops their plates up to move them over to the table. Steady now, Rin. Don’t wanna trip or slip on another rug today, especially with food in your hands.] Now hurry up over there before I eat your food! We can make the rest later!

[Sure, once he gets them all straight and pretty. If Sousuke wanted to, he’d dare Rin to go out all day with a bed-head in that case! But, nah, he doesn’t want to scar his friend for life. Yeah, he’ll admit Rin always does make himself presentable for the day. Of course, Sousuke’s just as presentable no matter what Rin says and he does it in less than a quarter of a time. So there, nyeh back.

Be respectful to the chef, Rin; he’s the one making (or ruining) your food.

Phht, his decorator? You know he can eat his omurice without ketchup, dork. He’ll point out that flush any time he wants! Cause it’s fun to. And don’t give him that “steam” excuse. Sousuke’s the one standing right in front of said skillet and you don’t see red all over his face, do you, hm? As Rin gets the silverware, Sousuke gives the skillet another swirl, already working on another egg disc.]

Hah, yeah right. You put more effort into mine; I saw you. [Cause Rin thinks Sousuke’s cool and deserves the extra attention. Obviously. But when he suddenly gets that ultimatum…] Oy! Don’t eat my food! I’m hungry too! [Jeeze! He’s just cooking all over here and you’re gonna eat his food? Cretin. Anyways, he quickly finishes up the current omelet and skids it off onto the serving plate. The turns the heat off, sets the skillet aside for later, and heads for the table with quick steps.]

Oh, drinks!

[Sure, he could eat his omurice without ketchup, but would it taste the same? Or as good? Of course not. So that's what Rin's here for! And what he needs to be here for! Boring stripes won't cut it in this kitchen. Names and drawings though? That's the only proper way to spice up breakfast (lunch?). Point is, he's making himself more than useful enough over here and Sousuke should be nice about it!]

Haah? You're seeing things.

[Ok, maybe not. He knows he steadied his hand more on Sousuke's name, but like hell will be admit that now that he's been called out. Instead, he'll threaten to eat his hard work. All of it! If his shinki doesn't hurry up and join him over here--]

Oh yeah!

[Rin's already sitting down but at the mention of drinks he scoots up onto his knees so he can turn in his chair and look over towards the fridge. ... It's weird being able to maneuver in a chair this easily. But anyway!]

Get the cola in the fridge! [There should be more than one in there... right?]

[He is being nice about it; he’s making breakfast! Well, they both made breakfast, each one doing his part and everything. They’re just being brats at the same time. The ketchup decorations are as welcome as the skillet tossing. Rin’s scoffing little comment earns a small smug in response, though Sousuke just shrugs, deciding he wants to eat more than get into another petty “war” over something amusingly stupid. The scent of all the omurice’s ingredients is making his mouth water.]

Cola? This early? [Sousuke halts his approach to the table and looks to the fridge instead. Okay, he likes cola and all, but for breakfast? Not sure he’s up for that. Milk or juice is the superior choice here for eggs.] Sure you don’t want milk or juice or something? [He pops open the fridge and—Oh, he doesn’t have to bend down like he normally does. Well, not anywhere near as much. Peering into the fridge, he gets two cans of cola and then eventually emerges with a jug of milk and a half jug of orange juice held with his other fingers.]

Couldn’t decide.

[And he’s too impatient / hungry to be bothered by it now. So have all three!]

Hey, I can indulge a little if I want to. And I want to!

[Besides, what’s really the difference between having soda in the morning and then having one in the afternoon? Either way, it’ll end up inside him! ... Hn. Though he does have to wonder if his diet will still affect his normal body whenever he reverts back to it. Ah, whatever. One soda won’t kill him. Anyway, they’re going to swim and run it off later at the beach, right? Which, speaking of, they’ll need to prepare for right away. Now where did he put their sunscreen...

Breakfast first! He situates himself once Sousuke brings the drinks over then with an outstretched leg he pushes back the chair beside him for the other boy to sit. Yeah, it might be dangerous if they sit side by side (stealing bites of each others’ food is bound to happen), but this table’s too wide and he can’t properly hold a conversation with someone sitting so far away! So. Next to him it is. Now sit.]

[Have a little “hn” in response to that. Hai, hai, he’s getting the drinks. All of them. Can’t blame him for the question since it’s usually Rin teasing Sousuke about his enjoyment of cola. Guess they really have indulged this morning, what with racing through the castle and cooking up a bunch of omurice. It’s needed though since they’ve had such a strange, crazy wakeup call.

And really, you’re gonna worry about your diet? They’re kids! They’ll burn more energy via metabolism and activity than they do as teenagers. Right, it’s just one soda too. Good fuel for all the plans they’ve got for the day. Swimming, beaching, cooking, racing, all that fun stuff.

The jugs and cans go down on the table and Sousuke glances at the chair scooting out next to him. Oh. Okay. He gets the “sit” command and rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk on his face as Sousuke takes his seat and scoots the chair back in. … Wow. He’s not used to being his close to the surface of the table. At all. It’s strange and he frowns a little at the distance (or lack thereof) between him and his food. Anyways!]

Itadakimasu!

[And starts digging in with his chopsticks, stomach already growling at him for daring to put this off a second longer.]

[He can worry about his diet if he wants to! Look, he’ll allow himself to indulge in one or two things today, but after that he’s sticking to his usual eating. Honestly, does Sousuke expect Rin to be that much different as a kid?

But back to the most important meal of the day! Still propped up on his knees, Rin picks up his utensil of choice (a spoon) and proceeds to dig in with a pretty sizable scoop. Given that the rice is still steaming and everything else is thoroughly coated in hot sauce, it’s no surprise he nearly doubles over his plate, regretting his decision to dive right in without thinking. Chew chew swallow! Annnd stick tongue out to fan it out and hope it isn’t burned.]

Haah, you really didn’t hold back with the spiciness.

[... Have another toothy grin]

Perfect!

[He’s well aware of his worrywart friend. Not that Sousuke’s entirely different; he watches his figure and monitors what he eats to a degree. Look, he eats a lot but he’s just as likely to eat tonkatsu as he is to have a bowl of salad. Favorites aside, of course. You wanna compare bodies again, bro? And no, he doesn’t expect anything different from little Rin as he does from big Rin. Minus the high pitched squeaky voice and noodle limbs. Those are different…

Anyways, he’s still opting for the traditional utensil; at least until it gets too unwieldy for smaller grains or he’s too impatient to go picking. Sousuke blinks, tips of his chopsticks still sitting in his mouth.] Oy… [Flat face. No surprise here. You don’t just shove a still-steaming spoonful of omurice into your mouth, baka! Especially after you drown your mouthful in hot sauce. Come on… He’s too miffed to laugh at his best friend’s misfortune though, only sits there with one brow arched and sucking on the ends of his sticks.]

Nuh-uh. You added extra. [He still has to eat it too! It’s not a flaming master piece. But then Rin gives him that toothy, happy grin and Sousuke finds himself unable to hold back a smile. “Perfect,” huh.] Told you I was good.

[Wow, some friend you are, just sitting there watching him suffer over his food! Seriously, how can you sit there so casually? Not even a laugh? Even a laugh would feel better than this! Ah, whatever. There's no use in being picky over something that stupid. Besides, he thinks the omurice makes up for the brattiness well enough.

Rin reaches over to try and ruffle his shinki's hair.]

Fine, I'll give you that one.

[...]

But don't forget that I helped you!

[Hey, he's not the reason you're suffering over there. Of course he's just going to sit here and watch with this nonplussed look on his face. No laughing, because that's rude to laugh at other people's misfortunes. No reprimanding either because duh. Rin's choice. And then there's the whole 'Sousuke's a brat' thing going on.

So yeah, it's easy to act casual right now and go back to eating his food. Even if inside he's desperately trying not to laugh and/or roll his eyes. Either one'd risk Rin tearing up...]

Wha-? OY Oy!

[Hey! Who gave you permission to go ruffling his hair again! Sousuke twitches backwards, pawing at Rin's hand in a failed attempt to deflect the ruffle. Earns Rin a little miffed growl soon enough. And a poke in the side with the butts of his chopsticks.]

Jerk... And I didn't forget.

[...]

I like cooking with you.

[He won't tear up! Just because he's a crybaby, doesn't mean he'll cry over little stuff like that! Give him a break, dude!

Or maybe it's Rin who should be giving Sousuke a break from all the hair ruffling. Mm... nah, he doesn't think so. Not when he can get the perfect reaction out of him like this, chopstick poking and all. Snickering, he bats at Sousuke's hands before returning to his food, this time being sure to take careful, cooler bites so he can spare his tongue the pain.

Oh? But what's this he hears?

Perking up and with spoon still in his mouth, he blinks with those huge baby eyes of his... then shuts them again with another beaming smile.]

Ohh? Sousuke said something cute? [Hee hee] Then we should do this more often!

[And miss out on all the fun of teasing him? Hell no. You tease him mercilessly about his grumpy attitude, sleeping habits, and eating trends. So he gets back with the crybaby and romantic. Fair’s fair, nyeh.

Plus the hair ruffling; don’t forget about that. Sometimes Sousuke wonders if him turning into a dog really had been a random choice. Or if it’d been subconsciously working off his god’s preferences… Well, he can’t complain too much; it’s better than being turned into an item with no freedom of motion. Sousuke gives up when Rin retorts at his batting hands and goes back to his food, trying to will the hot pink off his face. Che, stupid guy.

And stop paying attention the moment he says something like that! Jeeze! Rin’s got some kind of sensor for honing in on his words, not to mention somehow having no problem drawing them out of Sousuke. He furrows his brows and closes his eyes, pouting as he chews on his food and pretend not to notice that “cute” comment. Or how cute Rin looks when he’s beaming/smiling like that. Unfair.]

We normally cook together, baka.

[A random choice, maybe, but there’s no way to discern that for sure. All Rin knows is being a dog in his vessel form suits Sousuke, and he wouldn’t want him to be anything or anyone else. It’s a nice thought though, hoping Sousuke subconsciously had some choice in the matter. Hair ruffles aside, having free will as a living, breathing creature is pretty ideal. (And don’t try to lie; he knows you enjoy those ruffles, dog or not.)

He hums nonchalantly while he eats, choosing once again to ignore Sousuke’s grumpiness. He knows it’s all fake anyway.]

Yeah, but not often! We get a lot of food outside too.

[Like take out and some nicer dishes from restaurants tucked away in the city. They should be more practical!]

I haven’t gotten to show you all my tricks in the kitchen!

[Ugh, stop knowing him so well; he’s not admitting to liking those ruffles! Sheesh. And now Rin’s ignoring his protests. Typical. Anyways, back to his food. Another piece of egg-topped, ingredient flavored rice down the hatch. It feels weird—no duh—to be holding chopsticks in his smaller hand. Doesn’t fit right, has to put more conscious effort into moving them, and right now, he’s figuring Rin made the better choice of spoon for utensil. BUT, Sousuke made his own choice and he’s not going to give Rin the opportunity to tease him more.]

Yeah but we still have to prepare it. Sometimes.

[Sousuke’s fine with going out or ordering in; less hassle all around. But he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to cook more often. It’s something they do together, gives them time to talk while being “distracted” and such. Theirs is a quiet life for the most part, split between training, answering prayer requests, cooking, athletics, and exploring. He’s not complaining about it. But yeah, more practical couldn’t hurt.

Wait, someone just said something interesting. Sousuke swallows his bite, chopstick tips resting just inside his lips as he gives Rin “a look.”] Hm? What tricks?

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