log; in progress

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

When; RIGHT NOW Tuesday, January 27th, late evening.
Rating; G, hopefully - there are children present.
Characters; Hikaru (redstrength), Clow (i_themagician), Yuuko (divinated), and anyone who might happen to be in Hikaru's apartment.
Summary; Clow makes some waffles, and probably no one but him remembers why.
Log;

The familiar aroma of hot batter and fruit wafted out of the kitchen, as did the sounds of someone humming under his breath as things sizzled or other things were chopped. Kitchen noises, punctuated by flourishes in the melody and manner of the cook, who was working a bit too quickly and with such precise timing that assisting him was unthinkable.

"Almost ready~!" Clow called out to the next room, looking to assuage the impatience that he thought must have been gathering in there. He hadn't taken too long, really, but any given amount of time seems to pass that much more slowly when you can smell food that is not technically available yet. At least, that was his theory.

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[redstrength.livejournal.com]

Hikaru was busy trying to make herself useful, getting plates and the like out. It'd been a while since Clow had promised to make waffles, but for some reason she couldn't really remember right off... So the wait didn't bother her much at all. ...But the smell. It really would be worth the wait since that promise those months ago.

"Okay!" Hey, almost done, even better! ...Though she wondered if anyone else would want any. Thinking on it, she wasn't even entirely sure how many plates to set if anyone wanted any.

[2girls1bat.livejournal.com]

Click, click, takka, takka, takka. Here was one boy who could be found in his own room, playing dating sims on his computer. Oh, they were fun. They were fun. Aaaaaah~, whoever drew these girls could do their job because they were absolutely ideal! Of course, he named himself Keiichi because what kind of game would it be without him as the protagonist?

Suddenly...

What was that? Sniff sniff. What a familiar smell. It was the smell of morning but delicately placed in the evening. Breakfast for dinner. Arguably the best time of the day put in the best time of the day. He could scarcely hold himself back as he slid into the kitchen, skidding across the floor.

"I smell something delicious and I can already feel it melting in my mouth! What's going on?!"

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

"Waffles are going on," Clow replied without thinking, a little bit startled by the sudden appearance of a more or less complete stranger from the depths of the apartment. "Actually, they're coming off because they're ready now."

This was indeed what was happening at that very moment, as said waffles were placed onto a serving plate. Keiichi has impeccable timing, apparently.

"Either way, would you like some~?"