(open) there are no coincidences in the world.

[kimihiros]

Who: Kimihiro, Mugetsu, hopefully you!
What:  A few activities to get him started. ❤
Where: Everywhere! Most threads are around Merlaut, though!
When: The month of December!
Content Warnings: None, just spoilers sometimes.

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let's share a meal

[kimihiros]

(as soon as one steps into the apartment complex, their sense of smell is assaulted by the alluring aroma of grilling meat and seasoning, spices and vegetables combined. if they're hungry enough to follow their nose, they will arrive at apartment number 107 - where kimihiro currently stays. it's not home, doesn't feel like it, doesn't look like it, as much as kimihiro tried to make it so.

the decoration is strikingly japanese, tea kettles and cups, sake dishes and traditional-like furniture, all dented and stained from the water and arrival at the beach. still, not home. what makes sort of like home is being in the kitchen and cooking a big meal, so here he is, taking advantage of the storm outside to use his cook top and making a rather amazing-looking sukiyaki. kimihiro takes a sip of his sake before he notices the visitor, a smile typical of a store owner when he finally does.)

May I help you?

[pinwheels]

[ She's been keeping largely to herself since the nightmare. There's been a lot to process; pain and fear and even some strange degree of self-acceptance. And for someone who isn't much of a cook, keeping to herself means eating the same thing day in and day out... which means that her initial departure from her apartment is quickly interrupted by the delicious, wafting smell of a good meal.

It's the same smell that leads her down to the first floor, to room 107 - her hand lifts to knock on the door only to find it already open, and the young man inside looking up at her with a smile that seems friendly, if somewhat aloof. Only now does Rinoa realize that she's essentially barged into someone else's apartment on a scent alone, and a hint of color comes to her cheeks. ]

O-Oh! I'm sorry, I just... That smells really good.

[ Probably the best thing she's smelled in months, if she's honest. After a while, the repeated meals of sushi and barbecue meat and mushrooms - about all you can eat in the Void when you're incapable of doing much more than boiling water - have become sort of bland. ]

I wasn't trying to intrude.

[kimihiros]

(a hand waves to relieve any anxiety. he doesn't think his cooking is half as good as he hears he is, but he remembers all the time he was requested to cook when he was younger, and even shortly before he arrived in the Void. it means something still, doesn't it?

he can't taste the food he makes, or any at all. his memory locks it away, but she can have some and let him know how it is.)

Would you like some? I made more than I need, I'm used to cooking for a crowd.