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Who; Yamamoto Takeshi [withalaugh], Gokudera Hayato (mafiaissrsbsns)
What; Gokudera teaches Yamamoto how to make pasta, after Yamamoto's epic failure at cooking it himself. Because pasta is pretty srs bsns, and all members of the Middle School Mafia should know how to do it.
Where; The hospital cafeteria
When; Early evening? Around dinner time.
Warnings; Gokudera’s profanity, as usual. Otherwise, it’s practically Disney.
Gokudera dragged his heels slightly as he followed Takeshi to… wherever it was they were going. He wasn’t going to admit it any time soon (read: ever), but the pizza the other boy had made wasn’t half bad, and had tided him over. Granted, he hadn’t noticed how hungry he was until Yamamoto brought it up, so effectively, Gokudera could blame being hungry in the first place on Yamamoto-and then not have any reason to be thankful for the baseball idiot having cured that hunger.
Maybe a convoluted train of thought, but Gokudera was embarrassed enough that he’d said out-loud that the pizza was edible (probably, he reflected, only because he was starving), so a ‘thank you’ was not going to be quick to follow.
Squinting at Yamamoto’s back, he finally piped up, mildly suspicious, “If you don’t know how to make pasta, or pasta sauce, then how do you know you got all of the ingredients?”
Jeez, this guy... what a moron...
What; Gokudera teaches Yamamoto how to make pasta, after Yamamoto's epic failure at cooking it himself. Because pasta is pretty srs bsns, and all members of the Middle School Mafia should know how to do it.
Where; The hospital cafeteria
When; Early evening? Around dinner time.
Warnings; Gokudera’s profanity, as usual. Otherwise, it’s practically Disney.
Gokudera dragged his heels slightly as he followed Takeshi to… wherever it was they were going. He wasn’t going to admit it any time soon (read: ever), but the pizza the other boy had made wasn’t half bad, and had tided him over. Granted, he hadn’t noticed how hungry he was until Yamamoto brought it up, so effectively, Gokudera could blame being hungry in the first place on Yamamoto-and then not have any reason to be thankful for the baseball idiot having cured that hunger.
Maybe a convoluted train of thought, but Gokudera was embarrassed enough that he’d said out-loud that the pizza was edible (probably, he reflected, only because he was starving), so a ‘thank you’ was not going to be quick to follow.
Squinting at Yamamoto’s back, he finally piped up, mildly suspicious, “If you don’t know how to make pasta, or pasta sauce, then how do you know you got all of the ingredients?”
Jeez, this guy... what a moron...