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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Nov 19, 2024 20:33:45 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: The ChaosEpisode 581 "A Good Morning Start" continued: By the time the playground on the ground outside filled with noisy kids, Evita was scraping a pan off in the kitchen, frowning in concentration as she served up two plates of eggs and bacon. She added more salt to the eggs because they didn’t seem to have enough flavor and then put the cooling pan in the sink with water.
The toaster popped with a ping and she grabbed them, buttering both sides before putting another two in.
This was Evita’s first time making a warm breakfast on her own. She’d grab something if her mom, Ichigo, or Yuzu were cooking, but if they weren’t she just pop in a toast, smother it with jam and grab a glass of chocolate milk. Still, it couldn’t be too hard. She’d observed them do it for years. |
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Nov 20, 2024 1:34:27 GMT -6
Ichigo had awoken to the smell of eggs, bacon and toast. At first he thought his stomach had woken up before him and was sending him subliminal messages in the form of olfactory hallucinations, but then he heard the sizzling of bacon and the ding! of the toaster. Surely he was still dreaming right? Because there was no way Evita was up and in the kitchen making breakfast.
That's what he believed until he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Then he realized he wasn't just hallucinating the sounds and smells of breakfast being made. Evita was indeed in the kitchen. Cooking. For herself. And for him, judging based on the amount she made. Unless she planned on eating all of it herself, which was also possible.
"E... Eve? Are you... cooking?" He asked, even though he could very clearly see that she was. He blinked at her in awe. No way their talk last night had affected her this much? He had spend so long trying so hard and took tiny steps towards becoming closer to her and yet somehow, almost over night, she had become more than just a bit amicable. More like a normal kid. However normal people like the two of them could be, that was. "I'm... impressed."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Nov 21, 2024 2:59:43 GMT -6
Her face turning pink, Evita scowled down at the table, trying to hide her face. “It’s nothing fancy, and I was hungry,” she muttered, feeling another rush of nerves coming over her. She jumped when she accidentally sent the lever up with her powers and turned around. Glaring, she shoved it down again.
Ichigo laughed, feeling a bit more grounded by that gruff attitude. “Don’t break the toaster again and take the compliment.”
“You haven’t tasted it yet,” she muttered, fidgeting in place.
Ichigo chuckled. “Well, it looks great, and it means I don’t have to cook on a Saturday. That’s good enough for me, so thanks a lot.”
“Bak-” She cut herself off before finishing her usual curt response to gestures she didn’t understand. She was going with this different approach. “Okay, but it’s still my first time, and I don’t know if I will do this again.”
She turned around as the toaster pinged again and started buttering the last two pieces, trying to ignore her itchy ears.
Ichigo had to resist the urge to tease her some more. He had spent years trying to get her to open up. He wanted to get as much out of it as he could, but he could tell that she was getting overwhelmed. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to jinx this either. It was really nice. One step at a time then.
He walked over to cupboard, pulling out their cups. “So chocolate milk or juice with breakfast? Any jam?"
The tension left Evita again, but her face was still red. She kept her eyes averted, trying to appear unaffected. “Juice,” she answered in a quiet voice, “and plum jam.” She focused on making sure she did a thorough job with the toast.
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