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[002] - Action for Baldr -

[If anyone happens upon the kitchen, they'll notice a redhead with his ass in the air as he's digging through cupboards. Noise ensues - the sound of metal clanking against metal. He's looking for something that could be used as a cake tin, if not a cake tin itself.

There are various ingredients strewn upon the top of the counter as well. Flour, eggs, sugar... those types of things. If they're yours? Oops. Marui doesn't know the difference. It's too late anyway, considering there's a bowl amidst all this with a nice, thick batter that will be made into cake once he finds a damn tin!]

Jeez. I did not do all this work just to be stopped now!

[Do you want to interrupt him? Help him? Feel free!]

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[Behind him, hands in pockets.]

I hope you're plannin' on cleanin' up what ever mess you make.

[Simultaneously there's a loud bang, a crash of more metal, and a startled 'ow!' as Marui bangs his head. He's gonna come out from the cupboards rubbing his head.]

What the hell? Don't just sneak up on me like that!

[With a brief laugh, Claire offers a hand to help him up.]

Don't go blamin' me when you shouldn't have tried to stand up in a cupboard.

[He'll take the offered hand, thanks~ And he'll dust himself off a bit too.]

I wouldn't have tried to if you weren't so ninja sneaky.

[Claire wanders over to the fridge after helping him up, shaking his head.]

Ahh, you don't pay attention, that's all. If I wanted to sneak up on ya, I would've made sure you did worse than just bump your head.

[And there goes the caution sign, bright and clear in Marui's head. Nevermind that Claire's right and he wasn't paying attention.

Let's forget about that somewhat ominous statement, though.]

Hmm, guess not. The kitchen's just one of my elements~ This one's pretty nice, too.

[Relax, Marui! He meant that he would've made you piss yourself.]

Is that so?! You mean you can cook, right? [He opens the fridge door, but looks over his shoulder with an eager smile.]

[Hey, one can never be too cautious in a new world... right~?]

Kinda. I'm more of a baker. Doin' up a cake right now. It's just a simple one since that's all I could find the stuff for, but it's better than nothing.

Ahh... can you make me an omelette?

No?

[Seriously. He just met you. No he cannot make you an omelette.]

No? [He stares at him for a moment, before turning to rummage through the fridge for food.]

I'm already in the middle of something, man...

A cake would take way too long! I don't plan on sticking around for much longer, and I wanna see what you can do! That's not too unreasonable, is it?

[Oh, that's so cute Claire. You think Marui's going to share his cake with you when it's done. That gets a laugh. No one gets in between him and his sweets.]

Heh. Why do my cooking skills really matter? My cooking could taste like crap to you, but I might like it. You really wanna run that risk?

[That's so mean!!! SHARE!!]

Hey, why not? As long as it's not gonna poison me, I'm not about to complain. It'd be a free meal, after all.

[Asking for a miracle? Oh man.]

Aren't all meals here technically free?

[Fishing out a carton of eggs and some... sausage, Claire kicks the door of the fridge closed.]

Technically? Not at all! If you're lookin' to get a meal down in the city, you gotta pay for it. And I think makin' your own meal means you worked for it in a way, don't you think so?

 [Hiyoshi watches him for a bit, intrigued.

He came because of the racket Marui was making, stayed for the faint aroma  of... whatever it was he was making.

It smelled good. Normal. Like home, he supposed. Not like this fading city that he couldn't really care less about.

He clears his throat. Loudly.]

[Then Hiyoshi is probably going to hear some of Marui cursing as he searches. Thing's like "there has to be a damn tin the right size here!' or 'where the hell is it?'

Finally, he gives a triumphant 'haha!' as he pulls out of the cupboard, only to almost drop the tin when Hiyoshi startles him. He turns quickly and scowls slightly.]

Oh, just you. Hey, Mushroom. Kinda scared me there for a sec, hah... Sup?

[Just him? He blinks rather indignantly. And geez that ridiculous nickname seemed to follow him everywhere.]

Sorry. But you were making a lot of noise.

Are you allowed to do that even? [The baking, not the noise.]

[Face it Hiyoshi, Marui comes from your world. He's gonna know that nickname~]

Hm. Was I?

[He'll get a shrug for that, and not really any remorse because too bad.]

Not sure though. Does it matter? We're stuck here and gotta eat, so why not make the best of it?

[He's going to ignore that because hey, Marui has a point.]

And you consider this [he gestures to the slowly mounting mess in the kitchen] making the best of it?

[Oh, Hiyoshi. Marui's going to give you a 'duh' stare.]

Yep. It's not a gourmet cake from home but it's better than nothing, right?

[At the word "gourmet" Hiyoshi's forcibly reminded of the lavish and rather ridiculous lunches back at Hyoutei, lunches that seemed more fit for a five-star restaurant than a school cafeteria. He considers bringing this up but no, why would he talk about Atobe when the subject is clearly cake? He'd be mistaken for some sort of fanboy like Akutagawa and that was the last thing he wanted.]

What kind of cake are you making then?

Does it matter? You're not getting any.

I was just asking.

That's... some mess.

[ but he remembers seeing flours, eggs, sugar... ] Baking?

Yup~ Gotta do something when bored outta my mind and hungry.

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