tampered | Log; ongoing

When; Saturday, September 20, eveningish
Rating; No higher than pg or something. rly.
Characters; Ishida

wingstock and Doumeki

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Summary; Movie night! :D
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So it was a movie night. Honestly, in Doumeki's mind, something like this was slightly over due--though he had only been gone for a couple hours for himself, in the City it'd been well over a week. So a night to relax and watch a couple movies wasn't such a bad idea.

He'd stopped by the movie store on his way home--Tatsuki and Orihime's, to be exact--and picked out a few that perhaps the other two might be interested in, those 'other two' being Ishida and Rukia. No Kurosaki, which meant it would hopefully be relatively calm. Then again, one never knew in this City, but hey, Doumeki could hope. He glanced down into the bag, making sure the movies were all in there, eyes gracing over the titles. He thought he'd picked a few good ones, and a couple classics that he knew both he and Ishida liked. Robin Hood was quickly becoming a tradition, though he had refrained from picking out Men in Tights. Somehow, he wasn't sure Ishida would appreciate that movie as much as he would regular Robin Hood. But, if all went well, they'd have time for two or more movies, especially since they were now well-supplied with caramel corn, if the two large bags in Doumeki's other hand were any indication. He'd grabbed those from the carnival, and they were still warm--that was the best way to have caramel corn, anyway.

Although carrying all this stuff did make getting into the apartment difficult, so when he reached room 104 in building 12, he kicked out a foot, knocking against the door with the toe of one black shoe.

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Doumeki barely refrained from making a face as he was foiled, instead settling for looking only mildly disgruntled, and letting out a small huff, before he turned away to go get the door.

He opened the door to Rukia, before stepping back to let her in, pulling the door more open.

"Hi."

Edited 2008-09-27 22:31 (UTC)

"Hello," she nodded her head slightly in greeting, peering around the tall, often monosyllabic one to nod again at the evident cook of the night. "Ishida," she said hello with his name as opposed to repeating the lone word, not bothering for one of those often expected courtesy-smiles. Instead she just looked around. Nothing had changed really since she'd been here last, and that had been quite some time.

"Here," she offered the tins to Doumeki. "I thought..." she trailed off. "Well, they're good to snack on." This was her way of saying: and I thought since people seem to stuff their faces while watching films, observations of Ichigo and Renji as her reference.

Moving the pan off the heat, Uryuu first waved a spoon over his shoulder to acknowledge their guest. (Their, and Uryuu didn't even think the apron made him look gay).

"Kuchiki-san," he said, without turning, and dashing a few last sprinkles of some spice or another onto the meal, a finisher. "What did you bring? We'll have popcorn, of course, so that wasn't necessary."

Oh, right. "But, thank you."

"Mochi." Doumeki answered Ishida's question before Rukia could. Mostly because he had already opened one of the tins and had picked one out, before nibbling on a bit of it, and chewing, slowly, before popping the rest in his mouth.

"They're good."

Good--but no personality in them. Watanuki or Ishida could make better.

Edited 2008-10-05 02:16 (UTC)

"You're welcome," was the proper response and she gave it as such, tilting her head at Doumeki as he seemed to test one. "It's safer this way," she indicated the store labels. "You would probably be dead if I had made them," she stated flatly and debated wandering fully into the kitchen to peer at what Ishida was hovering over before deciding against it.

He was the type that appreciated his space when he worked, really something that she understood well enough herself, if for completely different reasons in the kitchen--his being more of a personal bubble thing probably and hers being that she'd rather just set the kitchen on fire rather than another person in it, if it came to that.

"I figured you would have popcorn," she added thoughtfully, arms folding as she stood there, glancing around before her gaze settled comfortably somewhere between Ishida and Doumeki.

As if alerted by some invisible sensor, or perhaps the sounds of chewing, Uryuu's shoulders lifted some half inch. "Are you -- eating before dinner?"

It was ready. Uryuu turned off the heat and shifted position in the kitchen, so to retrieve the bowls. Mackerel miso stew, as he had craved it and knew he could do it well. "You should sit down."

He had set the table before, napkins folded twice and chopsticks aligned. Distributing the food equally, leaving a good bit in the pot, Uryuu managed to carry the three to the table and set them down in front of each place.

"What would you like to drink, Kuchiki-san?"

Ishida was always good with invisible sensors, and Doumeki refrained from smirking, or answering--he figured it was a rhetorical question. He debated trying to grab a piece of mackerel while Ishida was grabbing down the bowls, but decided against it after a moment--he might burn his tongue. Instead he set down the tins of mochi over by the popcorn, reaching up into the cupboard for glasses.

"We have lemonade, iced tea, milk, Coca Cola and water."

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wtf self it's my tag desk I'M SORRY GAIZ

IM SORRY TOO? 8D

ME ME ME ME ME ME

WE CAN ALL BE FAILTASTIC TOGETHER 8D FAILTASTIC BUDDIES

: FAILS THE MOST X INFINITY + 1 WHAT NOW? :

HAHAH THAT IS STILL ME BUT nICE TRY.

NO WAY I FAIL MORE THAN BOTH YOU GAIZ PUT TOGETHER.