IC INBOX: INUGAMI

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“Uh, hello. You've reached Keisuke... I’m sorry, but I’m not able to pick up right now. Leave me a message and I'll try to call back. Um... thanks, bye.”

[VOICE CALL, TEXT MESSAGING, AND PHOTO SHARING IS ENABLED ON THIS CELL PHONE.]

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[canoodle]

[ the smile dal dal gives him is one of utmost confidence — but not in her, in him. ]

I think you'll like it, [ she says, coming over to lay a gentle hand over his arm. with a soft squeeze, she leans in, catching his eyes while her twinkle with something akin to wistfulness. ]

My mom always told me that the greatest part about being a cook is seeing the look in people's faces when they enjoy something you've made them.

[ she never did get it until many years later. she knows she'll never forget that burst of warm feeling in her chest, seeing her loved ones love something she worked so hard for. ]

You're not a fighter, Keisuke. We both know that. But there are other ways to help people.

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Hopefully. [Another smile, this one gentler and slightly more confident.] Especially if you're teaching me.

[She's a good teacher, okay. It has nothing to do with how ... nice she is, or how reassuring her hand feels on his arm, constant with a slight pressure. He doesn't even mind when she leans in a bit, a sort of closeness he isn't really used to. He's still awed by how pleasant it is to have someone care, guilty that it should feel different at all. People didn't act like this where he came from; not really, or maybe just not the ones he knew.

Part of him wants to refuse to get used to it, just in case they were forced to go home. But - it's nice.]

Mm... I bet that's great.

[When he had been dating her, his ex-girlfriend had baked him a cake before inviting him over. It had been a big deal - the ingredients to make something like that were expensive, perhaps weeks or months of saving. She'd... she'd seemed so happy when he'd enjoyed it, thanking her, telling her how great it was.

He wishes he hadn't given her so much reason to hate him in the end.]

...You're right. [Even though his world didn't seem to understand that. But this place might.] Thanks, Dal Dal. I'll remember that.

[And it's then that the timer on the oven rings.]

[canoodle]

Oh!

[ her startled squeak quickly turns into a note of excitement, the tender moment they'd shared shattered effortlessly by a need much more basic than human touch and comfort — hunger.

not that dal dal herself is particularly hungry, but she'd worked fairly hard at these cookies, and is eager to see whether or not they'd been a success. ]

You're not busy, are you, Keisuke? You have to sample these for me and tell me how they turned out!

[ she plucks up the oven mitts from the counter near her work station, bustling about to take the baking sheet out of the oven. there is a rush of heat that fans her face and legs when she opens the oven door, but with it comes that telltale smell of freshly baked goods, too — sugar and butter and everything terrible for you. ]

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No, not at all...

[And his eyes are a little bright, a tiny bit intent, as he watches her maneuver to take the cookies out of the oven. He takes a half a step back when she opens the oven, a little unprepared for the arid rush of heat, but he's drawn right back in like a fly to honey as she draws the cookies out and sets them on the counter.

He hovers overhead, glancing to Dal Dal with a small, nervous smile.] This part's the worst, right...? They're done but - too hot.

[He continues to hover with the occasional fidget, apparently impatient in this final bit of waiting.]