[ Fingers lace behind his head and he looks up at the ceiling, smiling all the while. ]
I would never.
[ There's a lie for Eikichi. But Junpei follows it up with a shrug of his shoulders. ]
I dunno, man. I'd say you already paid up in full. Just by being my friend and all.
[ That's.....a little sappy, isn't it? Junpei looks away so he's not making eye contact at that moment just because maybe that makes it a little less sappy. A little more palatable. Eikichi could kinda be a softie himself, so Junpei doesn't think the guy's about to judge him. But still!! ]
[Sappy smappy, Eikichi's rival sense is tingling. He feels like being a friend is not enough! No if Junpei had to work a day for this, then he needs to do something serious too!]
Je refuse! Not enough! If you make an effort, then I gotta do it too!
[...there's a little bit of a defeat in his voice because he partly doesn't want to do it but also Junpei had been so nice...]
[ Aw. The French is reminiscent of home with Mitsuru. But the offer has Junpei look back at Eikichi, eyes wide like he's just offered him the most treasured of all gifts. Does Junpei like sushi? He LOVES it! And he'd been denied his sushi party when the Fae brought him to this place.
But then...he remembers their conversation in the library. Eikichi mentioning his father and how he wanted him to give up his artistic dreams to run the sushi shop. And oh. Now there's a conflict. He fidgets a little. ]
N-not really.
[ Of course, that's a blatant lie right there. But it's a lie for Eikichi's benefit!! So...Eikichi can choose whether he wants to call him out or not. It's probably pretty obvious what Junpei's doing here, trying to spare Eikichi. ]
[ Junpei sits up slowly, leaning forward a moment. One hand moves over to rest against Eikichi's knee and his eyes linger there. ]
I don't want you kicking up all kinds of shit feelings about the past just to make me something.
[ A pause and then he lets out a weary breath. ]
But I can't lie to you, dude. I love sushi. And up until a few days ago, I'd been eating like straight trash in this place.
[ A pause. ]
If you do this, you better promise me to stop if you start feeling some kinda way, bro. I mean it. You won't catch me doing a thing that reminds me of my dad. That one newcomer frat party with all the boozing was bad enough.
[He stands up, cracking each of his knuckles before stretching.]
Nope! See that's the point! I already beat a copy of my pops up anyway, so I'm not afraid of him anymore...
[What.]
...but I never got to speak to him again before...everything else happened so now I'll get to see if I just hate sushi cause I hate the smell of fish or cause it was pushed on me! Maybe I might learn to enjoy it!
[Or at least figure it's not as bad as he made it to be.]
[ ...........what. Okay. Yanno what? He'd had enough weird Eikichi lore for the day and he's not even gonna ask. He'll shelve that for another day. For now, Junpei stares at Eikichi in wonder. There's a question on his mind, but he doesn't ask it. In fact, he feels a little ashamed of even thinking to ask it. ]
It helps when you're doing something 'cause you wanna do it.
[ He frowns at Eikichi's words. ]
N-not literal trash. Well. Mostly not. Only once was it literal trash!
[ Someone threw out a perfectly good half of sandwich. And he was hungry, ok!! ]
I didn't know you could get food here, so I'd been mostly trying to cook. It's gone poorly every time. Every. Single. Time. Bro.
[ Why hadn't he asked Eikichi? Well, probably because he didn't want to get made fun of for his inability to cook and his far too great reliance on instant noodles back home. But also, they had more important things to do! Like make a manga!!
But there's no protest otherwise because Eikichi says they're going to the kitchen and Junpei's up to his feet, ready to follow at his heels. Wherever Eikichi goes, a Junpei is sure to follow! He just pauses to grab his holster and strap his evoker to his leg. Never leave home without it. ]
My hero.
[ He teases Eikichi. If he didn't already use the swooning bit earlier, he might've done it again now. Instead, he approaches -- plants hands on Eikichi's shoulders and hops straight up onto his back. ]
Bro you're lucky it's me. Pretty sure every other guy in Kasugayama High would have tried to beat your face in for even suggesting back rides.
[He will leave it at that, and go to his nearby room to get an apron first before leading them to the kitchen.]
Okay.
[He can do this.]
Should I make the rice from scratch or ask the kitchen to make me that? I kinda need the practise but it would take an hour before eating...maybe next time? [Hmmm...] Any allergies?
[ Is Junpei gonna be huffy and bent out of shape about this perceived rejection? You betcha! But not enough to not tag along. So he jams his hands in his pockets and goes along to the kitchen! ]
Dude. I literally ate someone's garbage. You think I got some kinda allergies? C'mon.
[ He just parks himself in the corner, arms folded. ]
Bro. You could have risked it if you were really hungry...
[He puts the apron over his clothes and pulls his hair back, twirling a piece of white cloth to form a hachimaki around his hair like his dad had taught him. It's been a months that he had done this and it feels strange to be on this side again without his dad breathing down his neck. It's oddly liberating? Eikichi's entire body is straight as a board, as if the hachimaki suddenly turned him a professional cook. Which isn't really that far from the truth.]
Guess I'll have to wing it.
[He's muttering to himself, looking at all of the equipment that was available to him, grabbing trays, dishes, extra sharp knives and sauce holders. Gatten Sushi prided itself with the freshest fish for a sushi VIP experience or whatever his dad tended to mutter about - there was an aquarium that was wider and taller than even him by the front door. Here, there's no lingering smell of a bad batch they had to throw out, just a magical kitchen that can give him the ingredients he needs. Which he does, nicely, asking the kitchen to provide him with fulled cooked (going into detail about the temperature, polish, rice type and grain), pieces of cut fish, fish eggs and octopii of different types, eatable plants, thin ginger slices, nori, a wasabi root, ice and and some soy sauce.
It does feel a little like cheating when all the mise-en-place is done this quickly instead of having to wake up at 4am to polish and soak the rice, but he didn't want Junpei to wait forever while he did all of that by hand.
The dishes the kitchen has aren't very Japanese, nor is the area serving it going to be like a wooden counter, but he can work with it. He can just think of it like fusion cuisine! It gives him an idea as he grabs a few fruits as well. It's easier if everything is mostly cut anyway. He plops all the ice and fish in a huge metal tray and surprisingly manages to put everything on a nearby eating table. He leaves one seat on the right side putting a few serving dishes and places himself on the left, standing up.]
[ Junpei slowly lets go of his moodiness as Eikichi gets to work. It's hard to stay surly when it's pretty fascinating -- seeing his friend in a whole new element and looking like such a natural. Eikichi is just...unreal. He's so extraordinarily talented. Junpei watches Eikichi's hands as they prep the food and thinks there's probably nothing those hands can't do.
He's pulled back to the moment by Eikichi's comment and shrugs. ]
Green tea, I guess?
[ It would probably be good to have a traditional drink with a traditional meal. He settles onto the seat, smiling sadly. ]
We were supposed to have a big sushi dinner, paid for by Kirijo-san, to celebrate our win. It was my idea and everything. I was looking forward to it so much...
[ And then he never got to have it. Now here he is...his own private sushi chef making him a high class meal. Junpei gets a little misty-eyed, looking away. He's been so homesick and also felt so freaking alone here, that it just touches him Eikichi would do this despite the complicated relationship with his old man. ]
[He goes over to the magical kitchen, washes his hands and comes back with hojicha leaves served in a teacup.]
Tch. Paid by your senpai huh? I bet it would have cost a lot. Guess I'll have to up the ante!
[Eikichi's natural competitiveness is activated without him even thinking about it. It seems to push his own worries and his father's voice away, squared away for later. He's gotta make this worth it. Putting thin ginger slices on the far side of the dish with a pair of chopsticks, he begins to cut the fresh squid and scallops with the largest sharp knife he found in the kitchen. The exaggerated movements due to the blade give elegance to the simple motion. One, two, three thin slices, arranged in a pattern that he's practised for the past five years Monday to Sunday without fail, ever since Kankichi had decided his son had graduated beyond the apprentice stage of just the descaling and deboning of fish and the cooking of rice.
Gently, he holds them to make sure the serving temperature is just right, before placing them on Junpei's plate before starting to grate the wasabi root for the next fish.]
I did ask the kitchen very nicely, so hopefully the quality is good bro! [Cough.] I mean, Mr. Iori.
[ So it was gonna be huge. The most sushi he'd ever seen in his life! Junpei totally planned to not eat breakfast or lunch to store up room for the occasion! He kinda wishes he knew this was gonna happen here so he could've skipped breakfast, but oh well. He's sure his appetite can do Eikichi's spread justice!
Junpei goes back to watching him at work and when the plate is served up before him, he looks at it in awe. Then up at Eikichi and then back down to the plate. ]
Dude.
[ What does he say? Why does it make him almost want to cry from how beautiful the spread is? ]
This is a work of art.
[ He reaches for his chopsticks and then looks up at Eikichi suspiciously. ]
Are you even human, bro? Like what the heck. What can't you do??
[It's too much praise even for a narcissist like him and his own lack of self-worth and typical Japanese humility makes it that he instinctively tries to take it down a notch.]
Bro, pops forced me to do this since I was eight. Heart, brains and prawn, as he would tell me. Well...back then I was just polishing rice and folding towels, but you get the idea. And I can draw cause my ma taught me!
[He's already cutting the sardines as thin as possible to make a roll out of them with fresh wasabi, chives and some of the sisho leaves for decoration. Unlike his father who kept things as simple as possible, Eikichi, now realizes no one is going to scold him for not following protocol is trying to give it a little je-ne-sais-quoi by adding a small piece of avocado to it. He still waits a few seconds, like his dad would pop out of the kitchen and scold him before putting that on Junpei's plate.]
This is just the entré...we specialized in edomae-sushi.
[ Eikichi might be trying to downplay it, but it causes Junpei to wince. It's an incredible talent, but it was forced on him...and that makes Junpei feel some kind of way. His own father issues not far from the surface. He tries to bury it by taking a piece of sushi and shoving it in his mouth.
And of course it's delicious. ]
Oh my god.
[ Junpei practically groans and quickly tucks into the rest of the plate like a man starved for days. Needless to say, Eikichi hasn't lost his touch! ]
Hey, hey! T-take it slow bro, you're gonna choke on 'em!
[Still, he won't hide his pride at the fact that Junpei seems to like it, as Eikichi's eyes dart over to the iced fish to pick what he'll do next. As he takes the fatty tuna, he cuts it into thin slices, grabbing one from the pile once he's done, brushing it with a bit of wasabi with before his other hand takes some of the rice and he pushes both together in a smooth motion that's incredibly gentle. Each time one is completed, he puts it on the tray in front of him, waiting until Junpei is done before presenting the group to him.
And...as much as he hated to admit it, this didn't need anything else to be fancy. Adding a leaf or a nice flower wouldn't really change what it is. Simplicity.
Without a metaphorical chain around his ankle and the pressure to be perfect, Eikichi Mishina was finally learning. Even the smell didn't seem to bad right now. Maybe it was because he was cooking for a friend and a mistake didn't mean a loss in sales.]
[ It's no time at all before he's finished with the first place, and he almost can't believe a second one is coming. Those silly flowers definitely weren't worth this. He looks up at Eikichi for a moment, uncertain, because the guy is really going above and beyond. But it looks so good that he can't decline it. Junpei accepts the second plate and samples these ones as well. Jesus. They're somehow even better?? ]
It's dangerous to let me know you can do this, man. I don't think I've ever had food this good.
[ And it's not an exaggeration either. Junpei doesn't exactly come from high-class living. The last time he had sushi was when his Mom was still alive, and that was many, many years ago. ]
You're gonna ruin all other meals for me.
[ And then with a little smile, he playfully adds: ]
[He does want to say 'now you're just exaggerating' but Junpei's shared enough of his life and his persona awakening that Eikichki knows he hasn't been eating well. For all his diva-ness and aversion to seafood and self-imposed diet to stay thin, Eikichi did get to eat what he wanted, for the most part. Even visit the nearby ramen shop for a vegetarian or light pork broth that they knew each other by name.
...even if she made him eat her stupid yogourt banana ramen to get the guitar case. He gets a memory taste of that in the back of his mouth and tries not to look like he wants to barf and instead concentrates on the next batch of cut salmon, which he brushes with the sauce on top. Maybe he should have asked for eel? It was weird how he was pushing himself.]
Next time just ask the kitchen if you're that desperate, I'm sure it'll come with something that fits a trashcan sandwich. [What are you, an Earthbound character?]
I haven't really done the fancy stuff anyway.
[Well his dad hadn't let him do that yet. Maybe when he was eighteen. He had to wonder, if he returned home, would other Eikichi also make sushi with their dad, or was his dream of starting a visual kei band override it?
[ He wrinkles his nose. Had to thank Zenkichi for dropping that info on him. He's quick to polish off this second plate, letting out a contented sigh and washing it down with the tea. ]
It's nice to have this taste of fine Japanese cuisine, though. And yanno, a good meal like this is kinda like a celebration for SEES victory! But also maybe a celebration of new beginnings? New alliances and definitely best of bros!
[ He lifts his saucer of tea as though proposing a toast and then knocks the drink back. ]
Even when they deny you a back ride and try to act like you're lucky they didn't kick your ass.
[ He smirks over the rim of his cup, very much as though proclaiming: I am a little shit and I WILL get my way on that one someday. ]
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[It is pretty funny.]
Now you're just trying to milk it so I owe you one. Which I do. You'll never know when Eikichi Mishina will strike back in revenge!
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I would never.
[ There's a lie for Eikichi. But Junpei follows it up with a shrug of his shoulders. ]
I dunno, man. I'd say you already paid up in full. Just by being my friend and all.
[ That's.....a little sappy, isn't it? Junpei looks away so he's not making eye contact at that moment just because maybe that makes it a little less sappy. A little more palatable. Eikichi could kinda be a softie himself, so Junpei doesn't think the guy's about to judge him. But still!! ]
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[He laughs again.]
...
[Sappy smappy, Eikichi's rival sense is tingling. He feels like being a friend is not enough! No if Junpei had to work a day for this, then he needs to do something serious too!]
Je refuse! Not enough! If you make an effort, then I gotta do it too!
[...there's a little bit of a defeat in his voice because he partly doesn't want to do it but also Junpei had been so nice...]
...do you...like sushi?
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But then...he remembers their conversation in the library. Eikichi mentioning his father and how he wanted him to give up his artistic dreams to run the sushi shop. And oh. Now there's a conflict. He fidgets a little. ]
N-not really.
[ Of course, that's a blatant lie right there. But it's a lie for Eikichi's benefit!! So...Eikichi can choose whether he wants to call him out or not. It's probably pretty obvious what Junpei's doing here, trying to spare Eikichi. ]
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...Awww come on bro. I'm offering. Maybe it'll be different cause I'm not doing it just to please my pops, and for a friend instead, you know?
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I don't want you kicking up all kinds of shit feelings about the past just to make me something.
[ A pause and then he lets out a weary breath. ]
But I can't lie to you, dude. I love sushi. And up until a few days ago, I'd been eating like straight trash in this place.
[ A pause. ]
If you do this, you better promise me to stop if you start feeling some kinda way, bro. I mean it. You won't catch me doing a thing that reminds me of my dad. That one newcomer frat party with all the boozing was bad enough.
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Nope! See that's the point! I already beat a copy of my pops up anyway, so I'm not afraid of him anymore...
[What.]
...but I never got to speak to him again before...everything else happened so now I'll get to see if I just hate sushi cause I hate the smell of fish or cause it was pushed on me! Maybe I might learn to enjoy it!
[Or at least figure it's not as bad as he made it to be.]
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It helps when you're doing something 'cause you wanna do it.
[ He frowns at Eikichi's words. ]
N-not literal trash. Well. Mostly not. Only once was it literal trash!
[ Someone threw out a perfectly good half of sandwich. And he was hungry, ok!! ]
I didn't know you could get food here, so I'd been mostly trying to cook. It's gone poorly every time. Every. Single. Time. Bro.
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[You ate trash, what the hell dude. He raises a fist into the air like it owed him money.]
Okay that's it! Eikichi Mishina is not standing for this! We're going to the kitchen right now!
[There's no ifs or buts, they are going to the kitchen right now.]
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[ Why hadn't he asked Eikichi? Well, probably because he didn't want to get made fun of for his inability to cook and his far too great reliance on instant noodles back home. But also, they had more important things to do! Like make a manga!!
But there's no protest otherwise because Eikichi says they're going to the kitchen and Junpei's up to his feet, ready to follow at his heels. Wherever Eikichi goes, a Junpei is sure to follow! He just pauses to grab his holster and strap his evoker to his leg. Never leave home without it. ]
My hero.
[ He teases Eikichi. If he didn't already use the swooning bit earlier, he might've done it again now. Instead, he approaches -- plants hands on Eikichi's shoulders and hops straight up onto his back. ]
Lead on, my noble stallion!
I'm sorry I had to
[Bro, at least walk.]
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Tch. Eikichi-kun failing the vibe check.
[ Fine. He'll slide off and use his own legs. Would've been more fun the other way, but nooo. Someone has to keep their tallness to themselves! ]
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[He will leave it at that, and go to his nearby room to get an apron first before leading them to the kitchen.]
Okay.
[He can do this.]
Should I make the rice from scratch or ask the kitchen to make me that? I kinda need the practise but it would take an hour before eating...maybe next time? [Hmmm...] Any allergies?
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[ Is Junpei gonna be huffy and bent out of shape about this perceived rejection? You betcha! But not enough to not tag along. So he jams his hands in his pockets and goes along to the kitchen! ]
Dude. I literally ate someone's garbage. You think I got some kinda allergies? C'mon.
[ He just parks himself in the corner, arms folded. ]
I am sorry this is so much detail lmao
[He puts the apron over his clothes and pulls his hair back, twirling a piece of white cloth to form a hachimaki around his hair like his dad had taught him. It's been a months that he had done this and it feels strange to be on this side again without his dad breathing down his neck. It's oddly liberating? Eikichi's entire body is straight as a board, as if the hachimaki suddenly turned him a professional cook. Which isn't really that far from the truth.]
Guess I'll have to wing it.
[He's muttering to himself, looking at all of the equipment that was available to him, grabbing trays, dishes, extra sharp knives and sauce holders. Gatten Sushi prided itself with the freshest fish for a sushi VIP experience or whatever his dad tended to mutter about - there was an aquarium that was wider and taller than even him by the front door. Here, there's no lingering smell of a bad batch they had to throw out, just a magical kitchen that can give him the ingredients he needs. Which he does, nicely, asking the kitchen to provide him with fulled cooked (going into detail about the temperature, polish, rice type and grain), pieces of cut fish, fish eggs and octopii of different types, eatable plants, thin ginger slices, nori, a wasabi root, ice and and some soy sauce.
It does feel a little like cheating when all the mise-en-place is done this quickly instead of having to wake up at 4am to polish and soak the rice, but he didn't want Junpei to wait forever while he did all of that by hand.
The dishes the kitchen has aren't very Japanese, nor is the area serving it going to be like a wooden counter, but he can work with it. He can just think of it like fusion cuisine! It gives him an idea as he grabs a few fruits as well. It's easier if everything is mostly cut anyway. He plops all the ice and fish in a huge metal tray and surprisingly manages to put everything on a nearby eating table. He leaves one seat on the right side putting a few serving dishes and places himself on the left, standing up.]
Okay. Pick something to drink and sit down.
stop i love it >(
He's pulled back to the moment by Eikichi's comment and shrugs. ]
Green tea, I guess?
[ It would probably be good to have a traditional drink with a traditional meal. He settles onto the seat, smiling sadly. ]
We were supposed to have a big sushi dinner, paid for by Kirijo-san, to celebrate our win. It was my idea and everything. I was looking forward to it so much...
[ And then he never got to have it. Now here he is...his own private sushi chef making him a high class meal. Junpei gets a little misty-eyed, looking away. He's been so homesick and also felt so freaking alone here, that it just touches him Eikichi would do this despite the complicated relationship with his old man. ]
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Tch. Paid by your senpai huh? I bet it would have cost a lot. Guess I'll have to up the ante!
[Eikichi's natural competitiveness is activated without him even thinking about it. It seems to push his own worries and his father's voice away, squared away for later. He's gotta make this worth it. Putting thin ginger slices on the far side of the dish with a pair of chopsticks, he begins to cut the fresh squid and scallops with the largest sharp knife he found in the kitchen. The exaggerated movements due to the blade give elegance to the simple motion. One, two, three thin slices, arranged in a pattern that he's practised for the past five years Monday to Sunday without fail, ever since Kankichi had decided his son had graduated beyond the apprentice stage of just the descaling and deboning of fish and the cooking of rice.
Gently, he holds them to make sure the serving temperature is just right, before placing them on Junpei's plate before starting to grate the wasabi root for the next fish.]
I did ask the kitchen very nicely, so hopefully the quality is good bro! [Cough.] I mean, Mr. Iori.
[He's trying not to laugh.]
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[ So it was gonna be huge. The most sushi he'd ever seen in his life! Junpei totally planned to not eat breakfast or lunch to store up room for the occasion! He kinda wishes he knew this was gonna happen here so he could've skipped breakfast, but oh well. He's sure his appetite can do Eikichi's spread justice!
Junpei goes back to watching him at work and when the plate is served up before him, he looks at it in awe. Then up at Eikichi and then back down to the plate. ]
Dude.
[ What does he say? Why does it make him almost want to cry from how beautiful the spread is? ]
This is a work of art.
[ He reaches for his chopsticks and then looks up at Eikichi suspiciously. ]
Are you even human, bro? Like what the heck. What can't you do??
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Bro, pops forced me to do this since I was eight. Heart, brains and prawn, as he would tell me. Well...back then I was just polishing rice and folding towels, but you get the idea. And I can draw cause my ma taught me!
[He's already cutting the sardines as thin as possible to make a roll out of them with fresh wasabi, chives and some of the sisho leaves for decoration. Unlike his father who kept things as simple as possible, Eikichi, now realizes no one is going to scold him for not following protocol is trying to give it a little je-ne-sais-quoi by adding a small piece of avocado to it. He still waits a few seconds, like his dad would pop out of the kitchen and scold him before putting that on Junpei's plate.]
This is just the entré...we specialized in edomae-sushi.
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And of course it's delicious. ]
Oh my god.
[ Junpei practically groans and quickly tucks into the rest of the plate like a man starved for days. Needless to say, Eikichi hasn't lost his touch! ]
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[Still, he won't hide his pride at the fact that Junpei seems to like it, as Eikichi's eyes dart over to the iced fish to pick what he'll do next. As he takes the fatty tuna, he cuts it into thin slices, grabbing one from the pile once he's done, brushing it with a bit of wasabi with before his other hand takes some of the rice and he pushes both together in a smooth motion that's incredibly gentle. Each time one is completed, he puts it on the tray in front of him, waiting until Junpei is done before presenting the group to him.
And...as much as he hated to admit it, this didn't need anything else to be fancy. Adding a leaf or a nice flower wouldn't really change what it is. Simplicity.
Without a metaphorical chain around his ankle and the pressure to be perfect, Eikichi Mishina was finally learning. Even the smell didn't seem to bad right now. Maybe it was because he was cooking for a friend and a mistake didn't mean a loss in sales.]
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It's dangerous to let me know you can do this, man. I don't think I've ever had food this good.
[ And it's not an exaggeration either. Junpei doesn't exactly come from high-class living. The last time he had sushi was when his Mom was still alive, and that was many, many years ago. ]
You're gonna ruin all other meals for me.
[ And then with a little smile, he playfully adds: ]
Especially trashcan sandwiches!
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[He does want to say 'now you're just exaggerating' but Junpei's shared enough of his life and his persona awakening that Eikichki knows he hasn't been eating well. For all his diva-ness and aversion to seafood and self-imposed diet to stay thin, Eikichi did get to eat what he wanted, for the most part. Even visit the nearby ramen shop for a vegetarian or light pork broth that they knew each other by name.
...even if she made him eat her stupid yogourt banana ramen to get the guitar case. He gets a memory taste of that in the back of his mouth and tries not to look like he wants to barf and instead concentrates on the next batch of cut salmon, which he brushes with the sauce on top. Maybe he should have asked for eel? It was weird how he was pushing himself.]
Next time just ask the kitchen if you're that desperate, I'm sure it'll come with something that fits a trashcan sandwich.
[What are you, an Earthbound character?]I haven't really done the fancy stuff anyway.
[Well his dad hadn't let him do that yet. Maybe when he was eighteen. He had to wonder, if he returned home, would other Eikichi also make sushi with their dad, or was his dream of starting a visual kei band override it?
...something to think about.]
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[ He wrinkles his nose. Had to thank Zenkichi for dropping that info on him. He's quick to polish off this second plate, letting out a contented sigh and washing it down with the tea. ]
It's nice to have this taste of fine Japanese cuisine, though. And yanno, a good meal like this is kinda like a celebration for SEES victory! But also maybe a celebration of new beginnings? New alliances and definitely best of bros!
[ He lifts his saucer of tea as though proposing a toast and then knocks the drink back. ]
Even when they deny you a back ride and try to act like you're lucky they didn't kick your ass.
[ He smirks over the rim of his cup, very much as though proclaiming: I am a little shit and I WILL get my way on that one someday. ]
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