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writetomyheart2013-06-08 12:47 am
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[Team 3] Show Me Your Smile Again
First shiritori! \o/ Um, I don't have an explanation for this other than the fact that Nakamaru bought a 4.5kg bag of pancake mixture, and, well.
He thinks it’s to do with the hint of sadness he detected in Ueda’s eyes the last time they met, because despite having said he’d never cook for his fussy friend again, the next time Nakamaru stops by the konbini near his apartment he finds himself in the sweets aisle, reaching towards the biggest bag of pancake mix he sees. Lately their schedules hadn’t been matching up so Nakamaru had been looking forward to that one day in Okinawa. As soon as he’d spotted Ueda in front of the gym, however, ten minutes past the agreed time – hotel beds were always so comfortable – he’d known something was wrong. It looked like Ueda was trying to hide it, but no matter how many smiles he flashed, how much excitement he exuded, there was no fooling Nakamaru.
A few hours later, Nakamaru felt that enough was enough and dragged Ueda away to the showers complaining of hunger, because it was getting to the point where he himself was becoming exhausted just by watching Ueda’s stamina training. He had hoped that a sauna and massage would do the trick, but although visibly relaxed, there still seemed to be something on the back of Ueda’s mind, and he wasn’t sharing.
Upon returning home from his walk, during which he learnt exactly how heavy a bag of pancake mixture could be, he stashes the pancake mix in his pantry and forgets all about it until the next week – upon learning that Ueda has Saturday off, Nakamaru realises with a jolt that he does too. He subsequently sends an invitation for breakfast at 11am on the day in question and immediately receives a vague “If I feel like it,” which Nakamaru knows to take as confirmation. “See you on Saturday then,” he messages back before searching online for a good pancake recipe – he’s only ever made crêpes before and the instructions on the bag are all in English, something he failed to notice in the store.
Nakamaru wakes up early on Saturday morning to try the recipe out – he hates being unprepared, and the goal is to cheer his friend up; something Nakamaru is sure that burnt pancakes won’t do. He underestimates how thick the mixture would be and has a lot of trouble with stirring – the first batch turned out so terribly lumpy that Nakamaru is kind of shocked. The next two batches end up roughly the same as he struggles to use the correct amount of force required to create a smooth batter, and half of the fourth burns on the stove because he happened to turn towards the TV just in time to catch the replay of Honda Keisuke’s penalty kick. Choco wanders into the kitchen as he stares disconsolately at the smoking black mess. She whines and Nakamaru quietly pours some of the previous failed mixture into her bowl before resigning himself to cleaning.
Finally, at ten minutes to eleven, Nakamaru turns the stove off. Besides him lies the empty bag and a plate full of warm, fluffy golden pancakes. Breathing in the delicious aroma of freshly made pancakes, Nakamaru smiles contentedly. He hopes his efforts at least evokes a smile.
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arashijun, it's your turn. :D
He thinks it’s to do with the hint of sadness he detected in Ueda’s eyes the last time they met, because despite having said he’d never cook for his fussy friend again, the next time Nakamaru stops by the konbini near his apartment he finds himself in the sweets aisle, reaching towards the biggest bag of pancake mix he sees. Lately their schedules hadn’t been matching up so Nakamaru had been looking forward to that one day in Okinawa. As soon as he’d spotted Ueda in front of the gym, however, ten minutes past the agreed time – hotel beds were always so comfortable – he’d known something was wrong. It looked like Ueda was trying to hide it, but no matter how many smiles he flashed, how much excitement he exuded, there was no fooling Nakamaru.
A few hours later, Nakamaru felt that enough was enough and dragged Ueda away to the showers complaining of hunger, because it was getting to the point where he himself was becoming exhausted just by watching Ueda’s stamina training. He had hoped that a sauna and massage would do the trick, but although visibly relaxed, there still seemed to be something on the back of Ueda’s mind, and he wasn’t sharing.
Upon returning home from his walk, during which he learnt exactly how heavy a bag of pancake mixture could be, he stashes the pancake mix in his pantry and forgets all about it until the next week – upon learning that Ueda has Saturday off, Nakamaru realises with a jolt that he does too. He subsequently sends an invitation for breakfast at 11am on the day in question and immediately receives a vague “If I feel like it,” which Nakamaru knows to take as confirmation. “See you on Saturday then,” he messages back before searching online for a good pancake recipe – he’s only ever made crêpes before and the instructions on the bag are all in English, something he failed to notice in the store.
Nakamaru wakes up early on Saturday morning to try the recipe out – he hates being unprepared, and the goal is to cheer his friend up; something Nakamaru is sure that burnt pancakes won’t do. He underestimates how thick the mixture would be and has a lot of trouble with stirring – the first batch turned out so terribly lumpy that Nakamaru is kind of shocked. The next two batches end up roughly the same as he struggles to use the correct amount of force required to create a smooth batter, and half of the fourth burns on the stove because he happened to turn towards the TV just in time to catch the replay of Honda Keisuke’s penalty kick. Choco wanders into the kitchen as he stares disconsolately at the smoking black mess. She whines and Nakamaru quietly pours some of the previous failed mixture into her bowl before resigning himself to cleaning.
Finally, at ten minutes to eleven, Nakamaru turns the stove off. Besides him lies the empty bag and a plate full of warm, fluffy golden pancakes. Breathing in the delicious aroma of freshly made pancakes, Nakamaru smiles contentedly. He hopes his efforts at least evokes a smile.
arashijun, it's your turn. :D
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