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pslplz2016-08-19 09:14 pm
oneblackcat) wrote in pslplz2016-08-19 09:14 pm
Futureverse
PSL with Athena. AKA That Game With Insane Amounts of Worldbuilding.
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Akaya swipes off on his scrolling media feed and it disappears. He slides off his stool and saunters into the kitchen, peering into the stew pot that's still bubbling from the residual heat.
"Are you sure you made enough?" he says jokingly.
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He gets two bowls from the cupboard, passing one to Akaya. After scooping some noodles into the bowl, he ladles the curry on top of it and sprinkles the top with chopped scallions and chile flakes he's set out in advance.
While Akaya dishes up his serving, Omi gets out two pairs of chopsticks, handing him one pair once he's ready.
"This is my sister-in-law's recipe. She adds mushroom stock to the curry for extra umami-- it's really good." It also thins it enough to make it the right consistency for coating the noodles.
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"Fancy stuff," he says with approval. He accepts the chopsticks and twirls the noodles around it like a more respectable person who doesn't stick their finger into dinner.
"The sister who's friends with Nami's brother?" He actually does remember these things.
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Oh well. The stamp of approval on the taste makes Omi happy enough to forgive the tasting method. It felt important that he like it.
"Yeah, that's the one. I'm impressed you remember that! That must have been close to a year ago." And who was he to Akaya then except some nerdy techy boy who could fix a synthesizer for a performance that night?
"It's her pot, too," he admits with a laugh. "We don't have anything big enough to feed Goku and Hak. Lucky thing she lives so close."
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"Nami went on and on about her brother who knew someone who knew someone," Akaya says with a shrug.
It was a year ago, wasn't it? Nami and Hokuto had ditched him to go to a special designer sale, even though it was Nami's contact that was coming to the studio to fix Nami's synth! What the fuck was that, anyway? But the truth is, he would've never met Omi otherwise.
"How's that like, anyway? Living in the same building with your brother. Or brothers, I guess." Goku counts too, technically.
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Omi frowns thoughtfully and sticks a mouthful of noodles in his mouth to stall. How do you describe what it's like being this close?
"Most of it has been nice." He says after swallowing. "Although sometimes it's a little too close. Like living next door to your parents. But we get along better now that we each have our own place... Eheh. And I have to admit that sometimes it's a lifesaver having them there. I get lost in work and forget to eat. And food has a funny way of disappearing fast here. Fortunately my sister-in-law loves to feed people and usually makes enough for leftovers."
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“I can get like that sometimes. Lost in work, I mean.”
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"It's no wonder you end up having delivery so often, between your schedule and the demands of the muse." That sounded hard, too, having real food so infrequently. He frowns at his bowl of noodles, turning that thought over in his mind.
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“I don’t really think of it that way. I get an idea, I run with it. Some of them are better than others.”
Fortunately, he’s never run of those ideas. It’s not just pure inspiration, though. He listens to all kinds of music all the time. Whatever he creates, it probably comes somewhere from all of that study.
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"Either way..." Because whether you called it a demanding muse or an idea that you grab and run off with, it didn't change the part about Akaya being in basically the same boat for food. Only he didn't have a culinary sister-in-law living next door to run to, at least not one that Omi is aware of. It kind of bothers Omi when he thinks about it that way.
"Hey, how about you take a couple bowls of this back with you? It reheats pretty well." Less for Goku and Hak, but Omi is okay with that. They'll still get some, and this way Akaya will have an extra meal or two of real food for himself on hand.
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“You sure you don’t mind?”
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He pulls out a couple of storage containers from the cabinets, filling one with the curry sauce and the other with noodles. He drizzles a bit of oil over the noodles and gives it a quick toss to help coat them evenly. He sets both containers on the counter by the fridge, open-lid so they can cool first.
While he works, he continues. "Anyway, Goku and I get along well. We were already friends and roommates before we became brothers. I'm not sure much changed after our siblings got married. Maybe it was supposed to. But I think it's comfortable how it is."
For just a moment, he wonders if he ought to keep his mouth shut.
"...Hak has been more of a challenge."
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There’s something about being around Omi that seems to trigger that kind of thing. Maybe it’s the ease of their banter, the way nothing seems to really be difficult like it was with... well. He wonders if it has to do with all the warmth and family that surrounds Omi. The multitude of siblings, gaining even more by marriage. Akaya only ever had Jae-ha, and not even him, for a long time.
Challenges, he knows all about.
“How so?”
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"I don't know. It isn't like he's a bad person. Some people just weren't meant to share a roof with each other. And part of it is this place not really being big enough for all of us to spread out and have our own space. It's harder to find quiet time to work, especially when I need to use the holoscreen in here. And while I've never minded sharing things I cooked with Goku, there are... diminished returns when you're dividing by three instead of two. And... it's different. Two's company, you know?"
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“Feeling like the third wheel?” Akaya asks teasingly.
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"I guess I am. And maybe that's how it should be. It's made Goku really happy to have his brother around so much. I don't blame him; I know he's missed him. I just haven't figured out what to do with myself yet. If I need to find a studio, or just learn to adjust."
That's what new big brothers and sisters had to do all the time, wasn't it? Adjust to the new addition, because like it or not, that new baby wasn't going anywhere. In the back of his mind, Omi wonders what it was like for Yuushi and Taiyou after he was born. If it was anything like this.
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A change of scenery, why not? It can help with perspective if you look at it from the outside.
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"That could be fun-- if you're sure it's ok? Maybe after you get back from touring?"
Truthfully, he'll probably have it figured out by then, but if the answer ends up being 'adjust' it might be better for them to think about spending time together where there aren't quite so many privacy concerns. There have been a couple of close calls with Goku and it's only gotten riskier with another roommate in the mix.
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He doesn’t really ask people to stay with him much. He’s not sure why he asks now, except it just felt right.
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The front door hisses and slides open at that moment, and a tall, broad man with dark hair and an excess of muscle ducks inside.
"I'm ho-- oops." His eyebrows lift as he spots the two in the kitchen. "What's this? You have company over right now?"
Omi's cheeks color. "Welcome back. Hak, this is Kirihara Akaya. He's my friend. Akaya... This is Goku's older brother, Hak."
"Oh yeah, Omi's mentioned you a few times. You're the musician he's seeing, right?" Hak gives Akaya a once-over, exactly the kind you'd expect a big brother to give a presumptive boyfriend, and nods. "Nice to meet you."
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He’s finishing up the last of his noodles when Hak himself makes an appearance. This is Goku’s brother? Somehow, Akaya was expecting someone less tall and manly. Maybe if you squinted, you could see the resemblance. He wonders why Omi’s blushing. Is it because they’d just been talking about the guy?
He cocks his head curiously at the once-over. Akaya grins. “That’s me. Nice to meet you too.”
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He seems nice enough. Good-looking, charming. Confident. Hak wondered when Goku mentioned the guy: rock star kind-of boyfriend of a year. It's an odd combination of descriptors.
He moves over to the fridge and sticks his head in, coming out a moment later with a bottle of Guinness Black Lager. He holds it up and glances at Akaya.
"Want one?"
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He doesn’t seem so bad, but he knows that brothers can be complicated. Especially ones that share your space everyday.
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Omi looks at Hak. "Are you hungry?"
"Am I ever not?" Hak grins, appreciating the invitation. It smelled pretty good. He steps over to the pot and peers inside. "This is for Goku, too?"
"It's for everyone, including Goku."
Hak's grin broadens. "You definitely didn't make enough." He's heaping some noodles into a bowl anyway.
"I can't do anything about the size of your stomachs. They don't make pots big enough to satisfy both of you."
"Oh? Do we need to get you more pots?"
"Maybe you just need to learn to eat normal portion sizes!"
"Sorry, but I can't do anything about the size of my stomach either," Hak says breezily and ladles the curry sauce over the noodles. He grabs a pair of chopsticks and his beer to carry over to the couch.
"Thanks, shorty. Needs more cayenne though."
"You haven't even tasted it yet!"
Hak plops down on the couch and turns to look directly at Omi while he takes a big, slow slurp of sauce-covered noodle.
"Tasty." He deadpans. "And needs more cayenne."
Based on the puffing of Omi's cheeks, that's probably enough teasing for now. He signs off with a salute to the kitchen and turns on the holoscreen to find something to watch.
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He does agree that getting more pots would be an easier thing than adjusting the size of Goku’s stomach (or Hak’s, if it’s anything like Goku’s).
And he might also agree that a little more cayenne would improve an already good dish. But he just smiles innocently without a word.
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