[ He's still not quite figured out if he stepped in something he shouldn't have when it comes to death. His association with death is so different from most people's, especially as a long time resident of the Underworld. And the twin brother of Death. It's simply a part of how things are to him. It's simply an absolute of existence. ]
Oh. Sorry. That's a nice memento to have, then.
[ Nailed it? Maybe. ]
I'm going to bet I'll probably end up liking it. You've never disappointed me.
[ He clearly doesn't just mean in regards to cooking or food with that one, either. The look he gives is the look of someone who thinks that Minato is a ray of sunshine. ]
[Shinjiro was still always going to be missed, but Minato knew that's just how death was. Life and death.
He blushed a little at the compliment. He was glad that his cooking skills were good and improving still. Soon, it was time to pull out the roasted vegetables. He asked Hypnos to strain the noodles, the strainer bowl already in the sink for him to pour it all in while Minato goes the veggies into a blender to make into a pasta sauce.]
[ He decides that it's probably best to not apologize more or blabber on about it. He doesn't really get it - he can't get it. That's okay. ]
What did you think it was going to smell like?
[ He has a hard time imagining it smelling anything but good. He asks this as he strains the noodles, reaching for one noodle and taking a sample of it after they were settled into the strainer. ]
I guess I never know what to expect. I like that, though. Surprises can be fun.
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Date: 2024-02-13 07:31 am (UTC)Oh. Sorry. That's a nice memento to have, then.
[ Nailed it? Maybe. ]
I'm going to bet I'll probably end up liking it. You've never disappointed me.
[ He clearly doesn't just mean in regards to cooking or food with that one, either. The look he gives is the look of someone who thinks that Minato is a ray of sunshine. ]
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Date: 2024-03-21 02:59 am (UTC)[Shinjiro was still always going to be missed, but Minato knew that's just how death was. Life and death.
He blushed a little at the compliment. He was glad that his cooking skills were good and improving still. Soon, it was time to pull out the roasted vegetables. He asked Hypnos to strain the noodles, the strainer bowl already in the sink for him to pour it all in while Minato goes the veggies into a blender to make into a pasta sauce.]
Smells better than I thought it would.
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Date: 2024-05-10 03:28 am (UTC)[ He decides that it's probably best to not apologize more or blabber on about it. He doesn't really get it - he can't get it. That's okay. ]
What did you think it was going to smell like?
[ He has a hard time imagining it smelling anything but good. He asks this as he strains the noodles, reaching for one noodle and taking a sample of it after they were settled into the strainer. ]
I guess I never know what to expect. I like that, though. Surprises can be fun.