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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 12, 2009 21:29:26 GMT -5
Shinjiro couldn't help but chuckle at Ken's predicament. He was just trying way too hard to get himself out of the mess he was in, and it was all too obvious. It was quite funny though, how flustered Ken had gotten, and it was all because Shinji had interrupted his 'special time' with the television, although that wasn't exactly the older one's fault, now was it? After all, it was Ken who had cheered a bit too loudly. It was a surprise that no one else had woken up, but then again, Shinjiro had already been up all night.
"Alright, alright, I believe you," Shinjiro mumbled, still smiling. He still wasn't sure whether to believe Ken or not. The thought of him watching those kind of shows was entertaining, albeit a bit unlikely. Nonetheless, he just waved his hand and got up from his seat. Despite Ken's many amusing reactions, he was getting rather bored, or maybe it was just the insomnia getting to him. Either way, he started walking to the kitchen, and started rummaging through the refrigerator for something to snack on. He waited however, for a few seconds, listening for Ken's footsteps.
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Post by Ken Amada on May 12, 2009 22:25:19 GMT -5
Ken stammered as he heard Shinji chuckle over his reactions, or what he had said, or whatever it was he was even laughing about. He let out a "Hmph."pouting, and now refusing to look at Shinji's direction. His eyes were now focused on the carpeted floor, allowing him to dig deeper into his thoughts, though honestly, there wasn't much to dwell on anymore. Instead of the previous topic, a new thought managed to dig its way into the young boy's mind:
Come to think of it, the floor sure was clean. He never noticed anyone cleaning though. Sure, he would help clean along with Fuuka once in awhile, but that was once in awhile. Ken wondered why it was always so clean. Despite everyones running around, going in and out of the dorms, forgetting to remove their shoes sometimes. The thought just popped in Ken's mind and made him wonder...
But this train of thought was broken by the same person who interrupted his would have been fool-proof plan.
"Alright, alright, I believe you," he heard Shinjiro mumble as he got up form his seat and headed towards the kitchen.
Ken blinked a few times. He didn't have anything to do anymore. He could just go up to his room now. Sadly, for Ken, he was still too much awake thanks to him going to bed early to stock up to stay awake for his show. The young brunette followed the older one to the kitchen in light footsteps. "What are you doing?" Ken inquired, attempting to peer over Shinji's shoulder, but failing.
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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 12, 2009 22:55:30 GMT -5
Of course, with Shinji's luck, he knew the kid wasn't going to leave him alone. And although his footsteps were the lightest as he could possibly make them, the older brunette noticed he was being followed. Before he could say anything, Ken asked, "What are you doing?" Now, Shinji contemplated this for a moment. He could have been a total ass and mimicked Ken with a "Nothing, I'm not doing anything," but he decided against it. He had had his fun for the night. Instead, he replied with an, "I'm hungry, looking for food." Not exactly the greatest answer, but hey, it was late and Shinji was up far longer than he wished for, so it was good enough.
Unable to find anything of interest in the fridge, aside from a few unidentifiable cuisines cooked by Fuuka herself, Shinjiro gently shut it and turned to Ken, whom he flicked on the forehead. "You should be in bed now. A growing boy needs his sleep. You wouldn't want me to tell Mitsuru you were up, now would you?" he nagged playfully.
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Post by Ken Amada on May 12, 2009 23:15:46 GMT -5
"I'm hungry, looking for food."
... Huh, well, Ken should've anticipated that answer. Still, he was expecting something more specific, or sufficient. Something to work a conversation over. It was still an answer, he supposed. Just a pretty dull, blunt one. Which he replied with an also dull, "Huh."
True, there wasn't much in the fridge. It wasn't like most of them were fond of cooking or having extra stuff here and there. Plus, Junpei had already taken the habit of moving his food into his room. Luckily, Ken wasn't the one hungry here.
He took a few steps back as he watched Shinjiro turn around to face him... and flick him on the forehead. "O-Ow! What was that for?" Ken snapped, covering his forehead with both his hands. He hadn't done anything to the guy. Jeez. He gave Shinjiro a sharp glare. Well, at least he wasn't planning on being a tattletale or anything.
Ahh... He had spoken too soon.
"You should be in bed now. A growing boy needs his sleep. You wouldn't want me to tell Mitsuru you were up, now would you?"
"...!" now he was in some sort of fighting stance. "I-I slept early awhile ago. That's why I'm up now." True. He had set his alarm a few minutes just before the Featherman R Special was going to show. He also slept a bit earlier than usual for it. And right now, he was far from sleepy. But he also didn't want to get 'executed' or scolded my Mitsuru at all. She was someone Ken also, in a way, looked up to, but he was still scared of her to a point.
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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 12, 2009 23:39:04 GMT -5
Shinjiro was faced with a glare and a whine of "O-Ow! What was that for?" from Ken, not that he cared much. His response was a simple shrug and he moved to the cupboards, where he was hopeful to eat least find a dry snack to munch on. You'd think with this many people in the house, someone would be able to buy an overstock of food for everyone, but apparently that wasn't the case. He sighed, again failing to find something to feed his hungry stomach.
"I-I slept early awhile ago. That's why I'm up now." he heard Ken stammer, not turning around to notice the boy in a fighting pose. He didn't particularly care for Ken's excuse, but it was amusing to rile him up like this. He shrugged again and gave up on looking for something to eat. It was too late to cook something and besides, he couldn't do it anyway, not with Ken watching his every move like he was. Shinji could survive until morning. He stepped softly out of the kitchen and stopped in the living room where the earlier episode had been.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you," he mockingly wagged his finger at Ken. He wasn't worried at all. He was sure Mitsuru wouldn't wake up, but Ken didn't need to know that. However, if that was the case, then Shinjiro would have been terrified. No matter how tough he was, it was pure hell having to deal with an angry Mitsuru and her 'executions; he knew all too well.
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Post by Ken Amada on May 13, 2009 0:27:55 GMT -5
Not satisfied with the shrug of an answer given by Shinjiro, Ken continued to follow him from the cupboards where he continued his venture for a snack and back to the living room after failing to find anything again. Ken stood there, looking a tad bit impatient, waiting for a reaction or some sort of comment to come out of the older boys mouth.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you," Shinjiro finally said, mockingly, wagging a finger at the small boy, after keeping silent for quite awhile.
Ken staggered. That didn't necessarily mean that Mitsuru easily woke up to noise or any such thing... right? It merely meant that she was scary when she was angry. Which Ken already knew. "Of course." Ken breathed, feeling riled up all over again. Stupid Shinjiro. He was just trying to get Ken scared. Not wanting to get brought on by the current situation, Ken propped himself to the couch. He really didn't know what to talk about right now. "W-why don't you fix yourself up a meal? Even a guy could do that... probably." Ken was resting his head on his hand, his brown eyes, once again, fixed on the only other person on the floor. Ken didn't know how to cook, yeah, but surely adults knew how to.
Ken had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to understand most adults any time soon. Or maybe it was just because it was Shinjiro he was talking to.
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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 13, 2009 1:13:29 GMT -5
Shinjiro heard Ken stutter again, trying to keep his cool by changing the subject, "W-why don't you fix yourself up a meal? Even a guy could do that... probably." Shinjiro smiled, knowing exactly how to answer that question.
"Nope. Never bothered to learn how to," Shinjiro replied. He was lying through his teeth, but no one would ever figure that out. If word got out in the dorm that he enjoyed cooking, and that he was actually good at it...well, he could never live it down. He took his mind off it though and tried to make conversation with Ken, although he really had no idea what to talk about to the kid. In fact, he really didn't know what to talk about with people in general. He mostly kept to himself, and this was probably the longest conversation he had in a long while. His eyes darted around, looking for something he could chat about, but his mind was blank. He didn't understand kids, especially not the one sitting a few feet away from him.
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Post by Ken Amada on May 13, 2009 5:32:03 GMT -5
"Nope. Never bothered to learn how to,"
Well, that's stupid. Ken thought, hearing Shinjiro's reply. He said it as if it wasn't a big deal at all. People should learn how to cook in Ken's opinion. It was essential. Well, food was essential and cooking did play a terribly big part in it. If there was some sort of emergency or the sort, it would be useful if someone knew how to cook. Ken sighed. It was useless to think about it now. His eyes were now just open half-way, his head still resting on his palm. "Why not?" the child automatically said in response. Though it would be rather strange and out of character if Shinjiro did know how to cook. A tiny, faint smile was etched on the boy's face as he thought about it. In fact, it would be pretty hilarious if the older guy did know and especially if he was good at it. Ken yawned, licking his dry lips. "I think it would be really useful if someone knew how to cook." Ken was planning to help Fuuka just to learn if ever the chance came up. You could say Ken sort of admired people who knew how to do those sorts of things.
Ken changed position, somewhat lying down on the couch, starting to feel a bit groggy, or maybe it was sleepy, he wasn't sure. His finger began to trace the pattern of the couch,"People who know how to cook are better than those who don't know how to." he paused for awhile, yawning again, "That's why I want to learn. From Fuuka-senpai. Or maybe even Minato-senpai." They both knew how to cook. He had seen Minato cook himself a meal once in awhile.
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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 13, 2009 21:27:07 GMT -5
"I think it would be really useful if someone knew how to cook. People who know how to cook are better than those who don't know how to. That's why I want to learn. From Fuuka-senpai. Or maybe even Minato-senpai."
"Tch, whatever," Shinji said in reply to Ken's lectures, an unamused expression plastered on his face. Who did Ken think he was anyway, his mother or something? Not that Shinji knew exactly what type of mother he had...but that was a completely different story. He wasn't in the mood for nagging, especially from that of an eleven-year-old boy. Hmph. The kid was too mature for his own good sometimes, too quick to grow up, Shinji thought. Though...he wondered if he could end up being someone Ken could look up to as well. Shinjiro shook that thought from his head; he didn't quite trust Ken enough with his secret. But...if only Ken knew...Shinjiro could teach him how to cook better than anyone in the dorm.
"You sure you want Fuuka to teach you? Her cooking's pretty bad," Shinjiro added bluntly, raising an eyebrow. A duo of Ken and Fuuka cooking...that would end up in disaster, that's for sure. Shinjiro yawned again, now wishing that he had just ignored the cheer and just went back to sleep, although that probably wouldn't have been the case anyway. He stretched his arms and yawned again; he wondered what time it was now.
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Post by Ken Amada on May 13, 2009 21:53:06 GMT -5
"Tch, whatever," the older boy said, seemingly unamused. "You sure you want Fuuka to teach you? Her cooking's pretty bad,"
Her cooking was? Ken never really got to taste much home made meals ever since his mother has passed away, so he had kind of forgotten how the taste was like. And so, to Ken, Fuuka's cooking seemed fine. Apparently, that wasn't the case though. Maybe he'd just ask Minato instead. Shinji didn't comment on his cooking. However..."You can't say anything about another person's cooking if you yourself can't cook, Shinjiro-san." Ken said this in a bemused tone, though adding emphasis on his upcoming statement, "If you could cook then that would be a different story." Shinjiro talked as if he had tasted much better cooking. But him eating at those high class restaurants with the good food seemed like a no, he didn't look like he had any other friends aside from the rest of the S.E.E.S members either. It wasn't like he cooked as well. Maybe he was just particular about it. That seemed pretty aloof though. Ken shrugged of the thought, labeling his unsociable senpai as 'weird' as a conclusion to everything.
Ken yawned again, fixing his position on the couch. Now he looked like a cat about to curl up. He blinked a few times, his eyes feeling a tad bit heavier compared to a few minutes ago. He, also, was beginning to wonder what time it was. It would be pretty bad if it got too late. Ken would end up relapsing later on in class if he slept too late. "Mpphhh." he dug his head into a pillow.
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Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on May 13, 2009 22:28:34 GMT -5
"Tch, I don't, but..." Shinjiro started, but shut up when he heard Ken whine softly as he curled up on the couch. The poor kid was probably so exhausted by now. The older one forgot his irritation for the moment as he watched the younger one doze off on the couch. Ken's yawn was contagious; Shinjiro caught himself yawning again as well. He could barely keep his eyes open...but it would be uncomfortable if he fell asleep sitting on the chair like he was. Using whatever energy he had left, Shinji moved himself to the other couch and immediately fell asleep against his will. If he was lucky, he would hopefully wake up before morning so he could move back to his room, but it just felt so good to be able to sleep like this for once.
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