Play with me

[simpleruser]

1. go here
2. pick a character
3. reply with character request in the subject line, build up a scene of your preference (tl;dr, au, canon, crack, short, I don't even mind)
4. I will bang it like a heavy metal band

(shamelessly ganked from the lovely sugartits)

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[derachan]

[And the stress of mothering making sure Yamamoto doesn't embarrass the family gets Gokudera worked up in a way that is almost zen.]

It's just going to stay the same if you don't work on it.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Only Gokudera manages to be zen while chewing someone else out.]

It's not my fault they make those knots so difficult! How come you know them so well anyway? You don't wear suits any more than I do.

[derachan]

Not everyone needs to be shown a hundred times how to tie something as simple as a tie.

[He picks up the empty paper cover from his chopsticks, looping it around and moving his fingers fast and carefully, and passes the resulting chopstick cover tie to Yamamoto. He might be a little smug.]

[naturalbornkiller]

[He picks up the paper tie, bringing it close to his face to examine it before bursting out in laughter.]

Hahaha! That is really cool!

[derachan]

[Gokudera twitches. But looks smug anyway.]

So you see not being able to tie a tie isn't acceptable in our line of work.

[naturalbornkiller]

Yeah yeah I'll do my best to learn it properly.

[He looks a little sad about that, Gokudera doesn't want to hang out with him :c ]

[derachan]

I'll teach you again.

[Gokudera doesn't want to hang out with someone so incompetent that they can't handle tying their own tie.]

... You should give me some of your knowledge in exchange.

[He's pretty sure Yamamoto doesn't have any but he's being diplomatic. And that's important.]

[naturalbornkiller]

I don't know if I can teach you anything you don't already know. You're a pretty smart guy you know.

[He thinks it over, trying to come up with something Gokudera might not know. He doubts Gokudera would like another lesson in the rules of baseball, but maybe there is something else...]

Have you ever made sushi before?

[derachan]

Of course I haven't, who do you take me for. [Cooking is what Bianchi does.]

That... [it could be fun, whispers the part of Gokudera that occasionally talks sense.] will be acceptable.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Nonsense, real men cook as well.]

Let's try that then!

[Like, right now. He jumps up and grabs Gokudera's wrist dragging him towards the kitchen.]

[derachan]

[God damn, he didn't mean now.] Oi, baseball... [Oh, who cares, Yamamoto isn't going to be deterred and it could be fun...]

[naturalbornkiller]

[Of course it's fun! Everything with Yamamoto is fun! He pushes Gokudera inside and throws him an apron before tying one around his waste himself. Good thing the restaurant is empty or else dad wouldn't let them in here. He smiles widely and Gokudera.]

What do you want to make?

[derachan]

[There are types? He ties the apron around him with a frown.] I thought we were making sushi.

[naturalbornkiller]

[He smiles at the confusion on Gokudera's face. It's nice to know more about something than him for a change.]

We are! I meant what kind do you want to make?

[He almost suggests octopus, but bites back his remark to keep the peace in the kitchen. It's not a good idea to make Gokudera angry in a space with so many flammable things.]

[derachan]

[Oh right. There are kinds.

Shit. All he can think of is octopus.]

The nice stuff.

[He's going to leave it to Yamamoto to work out what that is. Because he doesn't have a clue.]

[naturalbornkiller]

All sushi is nice!

[Really, what else did Gokudera expect?]

We can start with some simple ones, since you've never made any before. Do you prefer salmon or tuna?

[He walks over to the sink to wash his hands, you should follow him Gokudera.]

[derachan]

[Gokudera's hand lingers by his pocket but he doesn't pull out a cigarette. Maybe he will show manners around Yamamoto sometimes. Maybe.

He moseys over to the sink and washes his hands as well.

Step one: managed.]

Tuna. [Really he doesn't care, it's fish and it all tastes the same.]

[naturalbornkiller]

Okay! We start with the rice, grab a little and shape it...

[He holds a tiny bit of rice in the palm of his hand, carefully molding it into a rectangle shape before rounding the top a bit so the fish will stay on better.]

like this!

[He sets the rice down in front of him and turns to Gokudera. Come on, just copy him it's not like it's that hard.]

[derachan]

[Witchcraft. Gokudera reaches out and pokes the small ball of rice, where it promptly collapses. Too bad he's already taking some rice to try moulding it himself to see the omen of his sushi.

Just mould the rice.

If Yamamoto can do it he can.

A bead of sweat slides down his face as he places the rice on the bench. In another dimension it could be called a rectangle, perhaps the fifth dimension. This one however it's more like a mound that's falling apart. How did that not work?]

This rice is defective.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Yamamoto laughs at him, it really is a pathetic pile of rice. And this is only the simplest part.]

You just need some practice. Let's try it again.

[He grabs some more rice, leaving Gokudera's earlier attempt aside. He hands it to Gokudera, covering his hand with his own to show him how to mold the rice.]

[derachan]

Whatever. [Gokudera is sure the rice is just malfunctioning. It should be recalibrated or something. He can work out the optimum angle for each grain. That will work. For sure.

But Yamamoto doing that might also be helping. Even if his ears are turning red.

He mutters something about baseball idiots disrupting the variables but keeps trying to press the rice into the right shape.]

[naturalbornkiller]

[Yamamoto decides not to mention Gokudera's reddening ears, but that won't stop him from smiling at them.

He takes a look at his friend's second attempt, much better already.]

See? You're learning!

[derachan]

Of course. It's just rice.

[Shitty, terrible rice but it's bowing to his will finally and he does a much better job on his next one, without Yamamoto messing with it and making his ears burn some more.]

[naturalbornkiller]

Sure, sure.

[He totally believes you, yep.]

Are you ready to move on to the fish then?

[derachan]

Yes.

[Fish isn't so hard right? You just put it on. No way to fuck that up.]