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high_seas2013-12-19 09:24 pm
hostclubshadowking) wrote in high_seas2013-12-19 09:24 pm
Entry tags:
A group effort
Who: The crew of Antoinette
Where: At sea
When: backdated to evening 12/16
What: Sleep over to ward away the cold
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Style: Whatever you prefer
Status: Closed to crew
"It's watery." Those are the first words Kyouya actually says as he passes out the bowls with... something that's supposed to be soup... in them. "And it's bland. The meat's a little overcooked, too."
It isn't him being humble. It's him offering fair warning. It's... certainly an attempt, at least. And from a spoiled aristocrat used to a staff that cooks his meals or a restaurant to go to... it's more than he's used to doing. Which Tamaki and Kaoru both know, so he addresses the next sentiment to Karen specifically.
"I don't cook."
But we needed something.
And, whether or not he admits it, he sees himself as something of a caretaker for the group. Especially with Tamaki here.
The little cabin is a snug fit, though nothing too bad, with the pot of stew in the middle of all of them. Physical closeness -- and especially contact -- drive away the cold, so the blankets have been dragged here, lining the walls in either makeshift 'sleeping bags' or just piles to huddle under.
"The tea's good, though."
Even he can make a simple pot of black tea, which is near the soup and a cup of it distributed to each of the crew. He takes a seat -- perhaps a bit closer to Tamaki than to the person on the other side of him, but it doesn't seem to be a conscious thing.
He takes a taste of his own bowl of soup and frowns. A little salty, too, but it was one of the few seasonings he actually had. Not awful, though. Just... not good. It was food, at least.
Where: At sea
When: backdated to evening 12/16
What: Sleep over to ward away the cold
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Style: Whatever you prefer
Status: Closed to crew
"It's watery." Those are the first words Kyouya actually says as he passes out the bowls with... something that's supposed to be soup... in them. "And it's bland. The meat's a little overcooked, too."
It isn't him being humble. It's him offering fair warning. It's... certainly an attempt, at least. And from a spoiled aristocrat used to a staff that cooks his meals or a restaurant to go to... it's more than he's used to doing. Which Tamaki and Kaoru both know, so he addresses the next sentiment to Karen specifically.
"I don't cook."
But we needed something.
And, whether or not he admits it, he sees himself as something of a caretaker for the group. Especially with Tamaki here.
The little cabin is a snug fit, though nothing too bad, with the pot of stew in the middle of all of them. Physical closeness -- and especially contact -- drive away the cold, so the blankets have been dragged here, lining the walls in either makeshift 'sleeping bags' or just piles to huddle under.
"The tea's good, though."
Even he can make a simple pot of black tea, which is near the soup and a cup of it distributed to each of the crew. He takes a seat -- perhaps a bit closer to Tamaki than to the person on the other side of him, but it doesn't seem to be a conscious thing.
He takes a taste of his own bowl of soup and frowns. A little salty, too, but it was one of the few seasonings he actually had. Not awful, though. Just... not good. It was food, at least.