Something's brewing;

[succinct]

[ Kiki likes doing the rounds. It's better to move her legs and patrol, instead of having to stand in one corner of the room and watch Zen plow through his paperwork. Occasionally, she gets company. Shirayuki, sometimes, arms laden down with books or plants or both. Obi, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet, cheery and grating.

Mitsuhide, mostly. But she hadn't seen her partner for hours. Which could be concerning, but this was Mitsuhide, and if he'd disappeared, it most likely wasn't because he'd been attacked or kidnapped. He was probably focusing too hard on something, yet again.

But maybe she'll keep more of an eye out for him as she wanders. ]

Comments

[cavaliering]

Ow!

[And both hands clasp to the front of his forehead as he stares at Kiki with an almost comically surprised expression.

ouch.]

[succinct]

[ another bite of stew.

... No, of course she's not going to comment. ]

[cavaliering]

[Mitsuhide, on the other hand, is bad at quiet. He's only quiet for a moment before he caves.]

Is it really that bad...?

[succinct]

Do you really need to ask?

[cavaliering]

Haa...I suppose not.

[And he smiles a bit at that, looking amused but also touched.]

I've been practicing for a bit, so...I'm glad to hear that I'm a pretty good cook now! Thank you, Kiki.

[succinct]

Keep trying and maybe I'll consider praising you.

[ yeah, she'd eat his cooking again. ]

[cavaliering]

[...o-oh. That actually makes his heart go dokidoki a little.]

Just say the word, and I'll be happy to make another dinner.

[succinct]

Maybe later on, when we're both not swamped.

Like a year.

[cavaliering]

A year, huh.

[And he lifts his water glass in a mock-toast.]

Then it's settled. In a year. [It's a date.]

[succinct]

[ another clink. Maybe she's smiling. ]

Fine by me.

[cavaliering]

[and then they have their almost romantic dinner almost date together and have planned to have another

in a year

good job guys, well done]