It's no sweat, yo! [If the grin on his face could get any bigger, it would've.] Been makin' a lot of it anyways.
[And he means A LOT. There's way more than enough to share.]
Made sure to put a lotta that hot stuff in it 'cause that's the shit you like, right?
[When Trahearne opens the box, he will find a heaping serving of curry rice within. The vegetables are sliced roughly, and in uneven cuts, telling of Beat's lack of experience in cooking or food preparation in general.]
[ It's very subtle, but Trahearne does light up when he sees all the curry inside. He inhales, and it is very obviously hot; his smile widens a touch, too. ]
I do like spice. [ He's flattered that Beat remembered, genuinely! Spoon in hand, he digs in, watching as the sauce and the rice begin to mix and the vegetables show themselves. ]
You made this?
[ He can tell right away it's not from the Wild Harvest, considering how much he gets food from them. Not that he would have minded, though. ]
Yeah. Been practicin' making it since Bluey taught me.
[Which also means he's had curry for days. But he's still more than happy to share whatever extra he's made as well.]
Yo, tell me if it's aight. [He leans forward, propping his elbows onto the edge of the desk and folding his arms in front of him. There's an eagerness to his tone, much like a pup waiting to be told that he did well.]
[ He eats as he listens... Oh, this is a precious side to Beat. He gives himself a moment to think about what he says (and to chew) before answering. ]
I can't say I know what that is, but I can tell it's very important to you.
[A furious blush spreads across his cheeks, reaching his ears, even if it couldn't be seen behind his hair and headphones. It's still embarrassing to think about at times. But, if Beat was one thing, it's that he was honest.]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. And the chocolate she gave me was like sayin' she likes me too.
[He even scratches his cheek with a finger, replaying how she'd given it to him in his head. His smile grows from the memory.]
Thanks, yo! I've been freakin' out 'bout this, you know?
[He watches Trahearne as he eats again, really seeing that the other man was enjoying the meal. It helped lift some of the weight of his anxiety off his shoulders.]
Bluey said it was aight, but, I dunno. It's like she's kinda too nice to tell me if I screwed up.
[Hear that, Trahearne? Your little brother values your opinion. Sorry Lyria.]
[ Unfortunately, Beat probably picked the one guy whose food opinion likely counts for very little. This guy's taste buds are whack.
Not like either of them are aware of this, though. ]
There's nothing to worry about, Beat.
[ He puts his spoon down. ]
If she truly holds affection for you in the same way you do her, then she will see all the effort you've put into the dish and like it regardless. I would be worried if she decided the taste was more important than your sentiment.
Guess you's right. [He doesn't think Futaba would be like that. At least not that he's seen in the time they've spent together.] But I want her to enjoy it too. An' like, this is the first time I really liked someone like this.
[This was probably one of the few things Beat actually felt anxiety about. He was far used to crashing right into things, trying to brute force his way through whatever hurdle was in front of him. This, however, wasn't going to be as simple as that.]
I don't wanna mess it up, yo.
[There are other factors that could mess it up, but we don't need to talk about that right now! Nope!]
[ Trahearne leans forward, resting on his arms. Oops, was his book open this whole time? He looks down--luckily, no stains. He leans back and closes it as he speaks. ]
You're not going to. [ He smiles! ] I have faith in you, Beat. People are not straightforward things to deal with, but I believe you have the heart to make this work.
And besides. [ He puts his book back on top of the stack next to him and leans forward again. ] You have plenty of others at your back who are more than willing to help you navigate this.
[Beat looks up to meet Trahearne's gaze as he spoke, listening to every word he had to say and watching him as he moved his book around the table. It was nice to hear the reassurance, even if he already knew it himself. After all, he'd already reached out to Eustace and Susato about this.]
You sure know how to gas a guy up, Nightlight.
[He jokes, his smile getting a little wider.]
'Bout you? You got any advice for this kinda thing?
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[And he means A LOT. There's way more than enough to share.]
Made sure to put a lotta that hot stuff in it 'cause that's the shit you like, right?
[When Trahearne opens the box, he will find a heaping serving of curry rice within. The vegetables are sliced roughly, and in uneven cuts, telling of Beat's lack of experience in cooking or food preparation in general.]
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I do like spice. [ He's flattered that Beat remembered, genuinely! Spoon in hand, he digs in, watching as the sauce and the rice begin to mix and the vegetables show themselves. ]
You made this?
[ He can tell right away it's not from the Wild Harvest, considering how much he gets food from them. Not that he would have minded, though. ]
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[Which also means he's had curry for days. But he's still more than happy to share whatever extra he's made as well.]
Yo, tell me if it's aight. [He leans forward, propping his elbows onto the edge of the desk and folding his arms in front of him. There's an eagerness to his tone, much like a pup waiting to be told that he did well.]
I'm still tryin' to get it right.
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As he chews, his eyes light up, and he nods at Beat.
Also, Trahearne's taste buds are totally busted. He's more touched by the sentiment than the taste itself. Though it is appropriately spicy. ]
I'm impressed, Beat. This is very good. [ Another spoonful! ] I wasn't aware you were a cook.
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[He laughs sheepishly as well, shaking his head at Trahearne as he dug in the food.]
Nah, yo. That's the only thing I know.
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It's very good, and I can tell you've been practising.
[ But he lowers his spoon. Here comes nagging! ]
I hope you are eating things other than curry. I cannot imagine what good reason you might have to eat nothing but.
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I get other stuff from the Harvest when I gotta eat, yo. Or some a' the instant stuff.
[His hand moves to scratch at the back of his head, his eyes looking away from Trahearne.]
I'm jus' plannin' on makin' it for someone else too.
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He's about to carry another spoonful into his mouth when Beat's second statement piques his interest. ]
Oh? [ Is this a new development?? He raises a brow. Though his expression is neutral, there's a teasing glint in his eye. ] And who might that be?
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Shorty— [A pause.] Her name's Futaba. Was gonna cook some for her as thanks for Valentine's.
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And what was it she did for you for Valentine's?
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[Beat shifts in his seat, suddenly perking up about it, the tone of his voice excitable. A part of him still couldn't believe she made some for him.]
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I can't say I know what that is, but I can tell it's very important to you.
[ A beat. Not, the guy. But like a pause. ]
Do you like her, Beat?
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Yeah. Yeah, I do. And the chocolate she gave me was like sayin' she likes me too.
[He even scratches his cheek with a finger, replaying how she'd given it to him in his head. His smile grows from the memory.]
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That's wonderful. [ Genuinely! The smile is in his eyes, too. ] Then I know she'll love what you make her.
[ Another spoonful! ] Especially once she learns how hard you've been working on it for her sake.
[ It almost makes the curry taste even sweeter... ]
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[He watches Trahearne as he eats again, really seeing that the other man was enjoying the meal. It helped lift some of the weight of his anxiety off his shoulders.]
Bluey said it was aight, but, I dunno. It's like she's kinda too nice to tell me if I screwed up.
[Hear that, Trahearne? Your little brother values your opinion. Sorry Lyria.]
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Not like either of them are aware of this, though. ]
There's nothing to worry about, Beat.
[ He puts his spoon down. ]
If she truly holds affection for you in the same way you do her, then she will see all the effort you've put into the dish and like it regardless. I would be worried if she decided the taste was more important than your sentiment.
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Guess you's right. [He doesn't think Futaba would be like that. At least not that he's seen in the time they've spent together.] But I want her to enjoy it too. An' like, this is the first time I really liked someone like this.
[This was probably one of the few things Beat actually felt anxiety about. He was far used to crashing right into things, trying to brute force his way through whatever hurdle was in front of him. This, however, wasn't going to be as simple as that.]
I don't wanna mess it up, yo.
[There are other factors that could mess it up, but we don't need to talk about that right now! Nope!]
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You're not going to. [ He smiles! ] I have faith in you, Beat. People are not straightforward things to deal with, but I believe you have the heart to make this work.
And besides. [ He puts his book back on top of the stack next to him and leans forward again. ] You have plenty of others at your back who are more than willing to help you navigate this.
[ not him!!! haha relationship experience 0 !!! ]
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You sure know how to gas a guy up, Nightlight.
[He jokes, his smile getting a little wider.]
'Bout you? You got any advice for this kinda thing?
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Trahearne's smile goes lopsided, and he almost looks away in slight embarrassment. ]
Ah, no. [ ... ] Relationships are...not an area I'm particularly well-versed in.
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Done!
oh my god
:3
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1/11, I think
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done, I'm not sorry
NEVER BE
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