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thenearshore2016-05-11 08:52 pm
reformedsinner) wrote in thenearshore2016-05-11 08:52 pm
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Who: Cho Hakkai (reformedsinner) and you!
What: It's the first day of school and he's made cookies! ... It's also stormy out, although he can't remember why he doesn't like rainy nights.
Where: Hakkai and Elsa's school/Menrva's temple
When: March 14th
Warnings: Math. Possible angst in the rain threads.
First Day of School (Open/Mingle)
[It's gray and rainy outside, although Hakkai's been too busy with his preparations to go out yet. The calendar he checked had said today was White Day, and a bit of work with the search function on his phone had informed him that on White Day men were supposed to give presents to those who had given them gifts for Valentine's Day.
He doesn't remember Valentine's Day of this year. He might even have been alive back then. At the moment, however, the gift-giving onus appears to be on him, and so he's made several plates of neatly white-frosted sugar cookies to sit at the back of the room he's repurposing for his classes. All holidays aside, after all, well-fed students learn more effectively than hungry ones.
The rest of the room is taken up by a few tables, each stacked with all of the basic to moderate math texts he could discover in the temple library. He doubts any of the students here will be at the same level, and Yukine's the only one who had textbooks to bring to the open house last week. Today he'll just find out what they do know. From there, he can start rearranging the tables.
There isn't a speck of dust in the room, but he occupies himself dusting the low bookshelf under the windows anyway. There's a little time left before the class is scheduled to start. It will, of course, be fine, but despite that, he feels inexplicably nervous.
Well, if everything winds up going to Hell, he will still have cookies.]
Late Night (Closed to Elsa)
[He can't sleep. He's tried. The storm outside is buffeting the sturdy stone walls of the temple. Raindrops rattle overhead, and every time Hakkai closes his eyes, the sounds seem to seep into him, leaving him unsettled and alert.
It's after midnight when he gives up the effort at last and pads into the kitchen. The leftover cookie plates are still sitting out on the table, and there are some pots left to soak in the sink from dinner. He welcomes the thought of something to do, and pads to the sink, pulling out a steel wool pad and beginning determinedly to scour.
The pots jostle against one another, and the water runs steadily, without the unsettling unevenness of rain and wind, and Hakkai begins to take a little comfort in the clamor of domestic sounds, in the warmly lit bubble of the kitchen. Too soon, they're sparkling clean. He sets them upside down on a towel to finish drying, and stares at them as the seconds tick by.
Tick.
Tick.
He throws open the nearest cupboard, and, with a singleminded intensity, starts to rearrange it more sensibly.]
reformedsinner) and you!What: It's the first day of school and he's made cookies! ... It's also stormy out, although he can't remember why he doesn't like rainy nights.
Where: Hakkai and Elsa's school/Menrva's temple
When: March 14th
Warnings: Math. Possible angst in the rain threads.
First Day of School (Open/Mingle)
[It's gray and rainy outside, although Hakkai's been too busy with his preparations to go out yet. The calendar he checked had said today was White Day, and a bit of work with the search function on his phone had informed him that on White Day men were supposed to give presents to those who had given them gifts for Valentine's Day.
He doesn't remember Valentine's Day of this year. He might even have been alive back then. At the moment, however, the gift-giving onus appears to be on him, and so he's made several plates of neatly white-frosted sugar cookies to sit at the back of the room he's repurposing for his classes. All holidays aside, after all, well-fed students learn more effectively than hungry ones.
The rest of the room is taken up by a few tables, each stacked with all of the basic to moderate math texts he could discover in the temple library. He doubts any of the students here will be at the same level, and Yukine's the only one who had textbooks to bring to the open house last week. Today he'll just find out what they do know. From there, he can start rearranging the tables.
There isn't a speck of dust in the room, but he occupies himself dusting the low bookshelf under the windows anyway. There's a little time left before the class is scheduled to start. It will, of course, be fine, but despite that, he feels inexplicably nervous.
Well, if everything winds up going to Hell, he will still have cookies.]
Late Night (Closed to Elsa)
[He can't sleep. He's tried. The storm outside is buffeting the sturdy stone walls of the temple. Raindrops rattle overhead, and every time Hakkai closes his eyes, the sounds seem to seep into him, leaving him unsettled and alert.
It's after midnight when he gives up the effort at last and pads into the kitchen. The leftover cookie plates are still sitting out on the table, and there are some pots left to soak in the sink from dinner. He welcomes the thought of something to do, and pads to the sink, pulling out a steel wool pad and beginning determinedly to scour.
The pots jostle against one another, and the water runs steadily, without the unsettling unevenness of rain and wind, and Hakkai begins to take a little comfort in the clamor of domestic sounds, in the warmly lit bubble of the kitchen. Too soon, they're sparkling clean. He sets them upside down on a towel to finish drying, and stares at them as the seconds tick by.
Tick.
Tick.
He throws open the nearest cupboard, and, with a singleminded intensity, starts to rearrange it more sensibly.]
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