alright. i need a break from working on the add-on for the cell door anyways.
[ it's about 10 minutes later, and he looks (and feels) tired, a pencil behind his ear like he forgot it. underneath everything is the constant silt layer of anger and misery, but it's mostly undisturbed at the moment - just there, dull and quiet. ]
[meanwhile mineo - he's vibing. he's humming to himself? god, he's so head empty sometimes. but he seems to be having a pretty good time, both excited and hopeful about the dish. ming yi might recognize it! it's hong shao rou. mineo is putting some on a plate along with some freshly prepared rice.
when he hears footsteps approaching - there is a twist of nervousness, of uncertainty, and the blink and you'll miss it flash of complicated feelings, tightly rolled together like he tried to bundle them before they made another mess.]
Ah - Ming Yi-san... Here, I made enough for two. Um. Shi-san told me you liked this dish so...
[ there is a complicated play of emotions that happen, here. tired still, certainly, but mineo's hiccup of emotions affect him, of course, which have him approaching this with a little trepidation. but confusion, and then something more outright bemused, and... warm? touched? trickle in.
he eyes mineo for a second, before he comes in properly and scratches his fingers along his jaw. ]
... I do. There was - someone when I was mortal who would make something similar.
Ah, then it's really important.... [he seems nervous then, if only because - ] Mm, I just started practicing so I'm not sure if it'll measure up, but Shi-san did teach me....
[so he hopes that it's good enough to eat? he'll offer the plate out to ming yi then, utensils included, before taking his own and pausing for a little. he's awkward, uncertain for a second, but.]
... let's dig in?
[maybe - he doesn't want to taint the food with a possibly hard conversation. but even then, there's something hopeful and worried in his chest. a little nervous and uncertain, but with the occasional strand of both apology and frustration. he really does feel so much at all times.]
[ maybe it would have been easier if they just let it be and finished out everything. but the easier choice isn't always the right one, and he can't help the sigh that hits him as he turns that over in his mind. so he instead accepts the plate, careful of the utensils, and dips his head slightly - both in something that radiates thanks, something deeper than just simple politeness for a meal being shared, and in his own awkwardness. ]
Just because it has nostalgia for me, doesn't mean I'm going to judge you for making it the first time. I'll save that for any future attempts.
[the answer is - fairly well!! mineo's actually more than decent at following a recipe, and even better when he's got guidance. he was less clear on what it was supposed to taste like, but he did follow sqx's guidance as much as he could. there's still some nervousness when ming yi eats
but mineo thinks it's pretty good...
he still watches ming yi's reaction though, not unlike he's watching for his approval]
[ closing tabs has caused me to find this half finished tag that was just waiting to be sent, send me to the graveyard
some quiet, pleasant surprise bleeds into his emotions, and he looks down at the plate for a moment before he actually looks back at mineo. it isn't quite the same, really, but it's still - it's good. it's close, with what qingxuan could share and with what mineo managed to do.
[LMFAO YOU'RE FINE SNOW but yes let's resolve this - mineo's just going to falter a little bit at that. there's a pleased feeling immediately, proud of what he managed to cook together. and then there's just the vague ache of what he knows that they have to talk about next.
nerves, hesitation, worry.]
... thanks.
[ . . . ]
I was hoping it could be... the start at least - of an apology.
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Let's talk?
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sure.
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Im finishing making lunch
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i need a break from working on the add-on for the cell door anyways.
[ it's about 10 minutes later, and he looks (and feels) tired, a pencil behind his ear like he forgot it. underneath everything is the constant silt layer of anger and misery, but it's mostly undisturbed at the moment - just there, dull and quiet. ]
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when he hears footsteps approaching - there is a twist of nervousness, of uncertainty, and the blink and you'll miss it flash of complicated feelings, tightly rolled together like he tried to bundle them before they made another mess.]
Ah - Ming Yi-san... Here, I made enough for two. Um. Shi-san told me you liked this dish so...
[he learned how to prepare it with her]
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he eyes mineo for a second, before he comes in properly and scratches his fingers along his jaw. ]
... I do. There was - someone when I was mortal who would make something similar.
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[so he hopes that it's good enough to eat? he'll offer the plate out to ming yi then, utensils included, before taking his own and pausing for a little. he's awkward, uncertain for a second, but.]
... let's dig in?
[maybe - he doesn't want to taint the food with a possibly hard conversation. but even then, there's something hopeful and worried in his chest. a little nervous and uncertain, but with the occasional strand of both apology and frustration. he really does feel so much at all times.]
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Just because it has nostalgia for me, doesn't mean I'm going to judge you for making it the first time. I'll save that for any future attempts.
[ ... so, a small olive branch, in its way. ]
Let's eat and see how it turned out.
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but mineo thinks it's pretty good...
he still watches ming yi's reaction though, not unlike he's watching for his approval]
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some quiet, pleasant surprise bleeds into his emotions, and he looks down at the plate for a moment before he actually looks back at mineo. it isn't quite the same, really, but it's still - it's good. it's close, with what qingxuan could share and with what mineo managed to do.
... so. ]
You did good.
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nerves, hesitation, worry.]
... thanks.
[ . . . ]
I was hoping it could be... the start at least - of an apology.