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who: Maka Albarn, Rin Okumura, Death the Kid.
when: evening of IDC?!
where: Villa and then who knows.
style: action
status: closed

[The problem with trying to check the villa library for any waterlogged books is that Kid has a tendency to find one eventually that he can't resist cracking open for a peek at its literary contents.

This eventually led to Kid spending all night poring in stoic fascination through a book that would have been more Karkat's bag than his.

Still, the parts that weren't just plain uncomfortable to read were rather... educational.

He hadn't known that flowers and candlelight were extremely effective means of conveying one's admiration, particularly in combination with a fine meal. It begged to be tested. The problem was... Kid wasn't all that good at cooking, not like Rin.

No that's perfect.

The moment Rin arrived to the kitchen that morning was the very moment he was accosted. He had an idea. Something they could do for Maka that she was sure to like, but he needed Rin's help.]

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... you wanna do what?

[Were the first (well second after a half intelligible "mornin'..." that was mumbled in to dark hair with the first embrace of the morning) words out of one Rin Okumura's mouth, with an expression that clearly said 'Kid. Please. It's too early for your rambling.'

The words were trailed by a hefty yawn, the half-demon scratching at his belly under his cotton tee-shirt as his tail lazily swayed about low to the floor.]

C'mon. Small words, I ain't awake enough for this yet.

Edited (WORDS hrk) 2013-05-17 03:11 (UTC)

[A ribbon of steam unfurls from the mouth of a teapot lying on the counter, and Kid sets down one cup, then another.]

You. [Clunk.] And I. [He takes up the teapot and begins filling each with strong, fragrant black tea.]

Should treat Maka to dinner. I'm going to select some candles and flowers for the occasion. If I could have your help in preparing her a meal...

[Kid slides one of the cups over to him.] ...are you following? Or shall I wait until you've had some tea.

... oh.

[Another yawn left him before he went for the tea, hand wrapping around the mug where he simply enjoyed the warmth for a moment.]

No, I get it. Sorry...

[No matter how hard he tried, even a year of working and sometimes early shifts did not make Rin Okumura any more of a morning person than he had been at the start of his academy schooling. But he did wake up quickly, which certainly helped in this situation.]

I can do that. Just gotta tell me what you wanna make and I'll do it.

No apology necessary.

[Kid settles into a chair with a soft creak of wood, cradling the bottom of his mug in one palm, letting its heat chase away the cool in his own hands.]

Maka's tastes are rather varied compared with my own. But if it's possible, there's a certain theme I'd like this meal to follow, which I will summarize in a single word.

"Angel" -- do you think it's possible?

Angel... ? Y'mean like the little wings on her soul?

[Rin's question came with a light smile as he joined Kid at the table, remembering just how Maka's soul looked when he had chances to look at it. It was appropriate, and possibly something he could, if he had enough time to pour over some various recipes.]

I think so, yeah.

Precisely and exactly.

[Oops, he was probably just caught sitting there admiring his boyfriend groggily dragging his mind out of the night's dreaming, even if his fingers itched to attempt to tame his bedraggled hair into something tidier.

Can't be helped, that smile makes him experience something delightfully warm and pleasant at the very core of him. Kid turns his head to sip his tea, but the tips of his ears are already betraying his embarrassment.]

There's a certain poetry to it, isn't there? I think she'll be delighted.

[You can try, Kid. You can try, but we all know attempting to tame Rin's blue-black mane is a useless effort.

He wasn't sure what he could say about it being "poetry", but his tired mind was already working over the details.]

Well there's angel food cake - that's kinda given. Oh, and angel hair pasta. Gonna have to go over some other stuff when I'm more awake--... ... what's with the red ears?

[It only took him two minutes to realize it.]

[Wow, no. Pointing it out only makes it worse; Kid puts down his mug, pushing himself to his feet and promptly turning away, coughing lightly into his hand.]

Nothing of importance. I should see to getting the flowers. With most of Vatheon still in the middle of repairs, materials may be a challenge to come by and I'll need all day to make certain I'm able to acquire any of sufficient quality.

[And a whole mess of perfectly identical candles.]

One more thing.

[Sorry, Kid. He's smiling behind his mug as he takes a sip, finding those reddening ears and the clearly embarrassed behavior endearing. And cute. Yup. Definitely cute.]

Yeah?

[When he's emboldened himself enough to, and once he's managed to wrestle his embarrassment down into more manageable levels, Kid turns around, leaning across the table to put one palm over the top of Rin's mug, and push it down away from his face.

That hand then lifts to touch his fingers to the underside of his chin.]

Thank you for this.

[And then he steps away.]

[The gestured was unexpected, as they often were with Kid, still in the beginning stage of their relationship. But it never failed to make Rin smile, even if said smile came after a few confused blinks or a startled expression.]

I think it's a good idea. Should be fun.

[There were certain logistical difficulties in selecting a place where they wouldn't risk being interrupted (in a house as full as the villa, this is almost inevitable), but short enough in distance that the food wouldn't get cold.

Ultimately, they ended up ushering everyone as far away from the library, which wasn't hard.

All they had to do was have Kid show up with a bucket of sudsy water, rubber gloves, a mop and a sponge and people cleared out of his way. Sometimes, being the resident neat freak had its unexpected perks.

Kid promised to find flowers and candles and he delivered: the bookshelves are untouched, but he moved the finest, most intact chairs and small table into the library, put out the best place settings and silverware they were able to scrounge up, and set in the center a candelabra.

He had to go through hours of effort to find a trio of candles of precisely the same cream color and size, to locate bouquets of fragrant white lilies of as near-identical an appearance as possible.

Getting vases that were perfectly similar was impossible, and although Kid had fussed, the problem was solved by wrapping each vase in cloth and tying it with a ribbon.

What remained was to get Rin away from the kitchen long enough to get him into the suit he's set out for him, plating the meal before it got cold--and retrieving Maka, of course.]

[Planning, preparing and properly cooking a meal such as what Kid and Rin had agreed on after pouring through several cookbooks and one notebook of scribbled down recipes required a great deal of work. Some mess was involved as well, and so when Rin finally broke away from the kitchen and came to the library, he was more or less a horrifying mess of food stuffs on his apron, shirt, and some how his face and even his hair a little.

He knew he had to clean up, that much was obvious, but he made the terrible miscalculation of coming to Kid first.]

Hey, it's all ready.

There you a--oh gosh Rin you're filthy.

[Admittedly, that last part is sort of a horrified whimper leaking out past the hands that clasp over his mouth to try to stifle the sound, but moments later he is advancing on Rin, intending on getting the apron off.

And the shirt.

No instead he needs to just shove Rin towards the bathroom.]

You'll need to shower immediately. Since we're short on time, I'll help you wash.

[Oh god no you won't Kid remember what happened last time you tried to help someone bathe?!]

[A string of sputters and half-swears escape the assaulted half-demon until he's finally able to turn back around (now shirtless and halfway to the bathroom) and snag Kid's thin wrists with both of his hands.]

Okay okay! Calm down, I can shower myself!

[The worst part (other than Kid's very serious offer of helping his boyfriend hurry through a shower) is that Kid obviously doesn't see anything particularly wrong or worth being flustered about, regarding Rin's reaction with blandly stoic stare.]

Splendid.

[He leans forward. The concession he makes against his personal bias against public displays of affection is when he presses his lips briefly against his forehead.]

I'll bring along your suit.

[It was difficult to stay mad or even remotely frazzled with that gesture, and Rin deflates, shirt in his hand and cheeks going the tiniest bit pink. With it was a faint smile, though. Kid was doing his best to make this a spectacular night for all three of them, but mostly for Maka, and like hell Rin was going to let his normally slovenly tenancies ruin that.]

Alright. I'll be out in ten, okay?

I'll see you shortly.

[Waiting on a hanger in the room Rin shares with Maka is a dark suit -- though it's really anyone's guess how Kid managed to acquire Rin's measurements, with a pressed shirt and tie. Like many wares of Vatheon, the tie's pattern suggests an aquatic theme, like fish scales, shimmery and a deep sapphire blue.

The shoes that go with them have been polished to gleaming.

As for Kid? He's waiting, looking over his SFC while seated in a chair.]

Edited 2013-05-23 23:21 (UTC)

[Rin emerges closer to twelve minutes later, but that hadn't really accounted for actually getting in to the suit. Cleaned and more or less put together, the constant mess of his hair aside, he returned to the table, adjusting the cuffs of the suit a bit awkwardly.]

Y'know, no matter how much I get dressed up for the club I still never feel like I got the hang of this...

[Never mind that he looked... surprisingly dashing, for some one who preferred torn up jeans to nice slacks normally.]

[Kid was either feeling particularly patient at the moment, or he had found something very distracting on the SFC; he glances up briefly, then double-takes, the SFC slipping through his fingers. Its tumble onto the floor makes him visibly startle, interrupting what was proving to be a lengthy stare.

He scoops it up, clearing his throat as he stands.

Naturally, this leads to some last touches, but Rin is likely used to Kid's tendency to preen the people he likes. He adjusts the knot of his tie, gives a tug on his lapels, tends to his cuffs with fingers deft, familiar with the cut of his suit.]

I thought it might suit you, but I hadn't expected quite this well.

[He clarifies.] You look amazing--just give me a few minutes to try to do something about your hair.

[Because that mop does what it likes.

~~oh my gosh how does he look that great in a suit he should just wear them all the time~~]

[Of all the reactions Rin was expecting, that wasn't one of them. The preening, sure, that was par the course. But seeing Kid actually startled-- ... he didn't look that good did he?

Well. Hello little ego boost. Rin smiled as Kid touched up the few things he wanted to, and had he actually left his tail out it would have been swaying happily.]

'kay. Good luck gettin' it to behave though.

[By god, he tries.

In the end, it's an improvement, but an effort that threatens to come apart at a mere breath of stiff wind, or any exertion on the part of the half-demon. As if recognizing that Rin's hair will, indeed, be a Herculean challenge to get to behave, Kid relents with a low note in this throat.]

Marvelous. ...Now to find Maka and get her ready. Do you think she's returned yet?

[Kid don't just accost your girlfriend and preen her too give her a little fore-warning for crying out loud]

[Good. Leave the mop alone, Kid. It does what it wants.]

Probably. I can go find her.

[Because he more or less expects that Kid will do just that if given the chance.]

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