be prepared

[imikojaganashi]

Characters: Kurama & Hiei
Location: Hiei's apartment
Rating: PG - maybe PG-13 if Hiei's mouthy?
Time: January 19th, late morning/early afternoon

Description: Hiei ignores his birthday, he and Kurama finally discuss where Kurama will live while he's in Death City.

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[windpetalwaltz]

Kurama has known Hiei for years. Maybe not a 'long time', at least in regards to either of their lifespans, but a time long enough to know that Hiei doesn't enjoy, doesn't celebrate his birthday. The less attention paid to January 19th, the better. Normally he's content to let Hiei be - the demon normally finds it suitable to be somewhere else anyway, usually the Makai. Today, however, is a little different. Important matters could wait until tomorrow, ultimately, but Hiei's body, now human, would get weak without food - and if not weak enough to make a difference, then certainly cranky.

So Hiei might notice (if he can smell through all the layers of blankets he's covered up with) that something is being made in the kitchen - and judging by the smell, something along the lines of the little demon's favorite meal. Eventually, Kurama comes into the bedroom. "Hiei," he says, just loud enough to get the other's attention, tone soft-spoken and even gentle.

[imikojaganashi]

He was cranky all the time, food or not, but adding some extra food to his diet always went some way to taming Hiei's usually bad temper. It seemed he'd successfully cradled himself in blankets, at least enough to keep the smell of the meal Kurama's cooking out. Plus, well. He's still a little stuffy from his cold, even if he'll never admit to it other than that somewhat nasally tone his deep voice has taken up.

It doesn't stop him from moaning his disapproval at Kurama's interruption to his attempts at sleep, but, his head pops out anyway, squinting against the sunlight.

"What?" He sniffles, and then - "What are you making?"

[windpetalwaltz]

Kurama watches Hiei wriggle his head out from the covers, arms folded loosely. "Why don't you come see?" is the reply, the smile on his lips audible in his tone. Much of the irritability Hiei exhibits, the youko finds amusing. He's not mocking about it, so the fire demon doesn't normally bother to comment.

He comes a little closer, before glancing to the windows. "It's noon already, so I made us lunch. Will you eat?"

[imikojaganashi]

The smaller demon gives a lazy groan at the idea, moving under his bundle of covers as if he fully intended to roll back over and go right the hell back to sleep. He wasn't going to get up just to see what the youko was cooking - was he stupid? It was cold outside his bundle -

But. Lunch....

"What is it? Are you deaf?"