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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 13:50:51 GMT -5
I blinked.
"....no, actually." I blinked again. "I... never thought of it. Why?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 13:51:59 GMT -5
"Because it would be cool," I beam and keep to myself that I'm just too lazy to walk over to the sink.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 13:54:31 GMT -5
"I guess I could find out. What do you want me to do?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 13:55:43 GMT -5
I hold out the pot, "Go over, turn on the water and try to make it into the pot... If you don't manage to do it... All wells, I'll slide the pot to you then... If you do I will be very happy~."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:01:46 GMT -5
"You're just too lazy to get it yourself," I grumbled, but I shrugged. Truth be told, I wanted to experiment with my abilities. I was worried about Izaya, and what he'd done.
So I focused my mind on the faucet. Turning the faucet head was easy, I often did little things like that with my mind when my hands were full. Grasping the water was harder. Like my real hands, it wanted to pour out of my mind's grip where I'd left gaps or holes in my concentration. It wasn't a single, solid thing, but a collection of many tiny particles. I mean, I'd always known from science classes that liquids had more empty space than solids, that they weren't bonded together as well, but this was the first time I'd ever actually experienced it.
Try as I might, I couldn't grasp it all. Finally, I sighed, taking hold of the pot and putting it under the water to fill, then turned off the spicket and gently set the (now full) pot in front of Namine. "That's about three cups worth of water," I said. I'd gotten good enough at minute rice to tell. "So you need three cups of rice."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 14:05:42 GMT -5
"Thank you~" I peck his cheek as I pass to go grab the measuring cup. Coming back I turn on the water. "Hmmm... While we wait mind finding the lid to the pot."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:16:32 GMT -5
I sighed, knelt down to the cupboard with the pots and pans, and opened it up, searching for the right lid.
"You're lazy, y'know that?" I asked.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 14:21:25 GMT -5
Giggling I just watch him and admire him in my head... Loudly.
"Thank you, Neku~."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:29:28 GMT -5
The blush that had just finished dying returned in full force.
"W-will you....just.... STOP THAT?!" I yelped. "I-I mean, th-tahnks, but... but... STOP THAT!" Another image sent me leaping up.... and banging my head on the cabinet.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 14:31:23 GMT -5
In a moment I am at his side, head in my hands, checking it, "Oh my god, I am so sorry." Hurting his head is the last thing he needs right now. "Ice, do you want ice?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:32:10 GMT -5
"Ice would be nice," I mumbled through grit teeth. "Not your fault.... my fault.... owwwwwww ow ow ow ow....."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 14:36:56 GMT -5
I jump to my feet and yank open a nearby drawer pulling out a sandwich baggie. Then slide over to the freezer and pull out ice and shutting said freezer. Opening another drawer I pull out a hand towel, wrap the towel around the baggie of ice, then slide back over to Neku, holding it out to him, "I'm still sorry."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:41:16 GMT -5
I put the makeshift ice pack on my head, feeling the cold seep into the bruise and relieve some of the pain. "Thanks, Nami. Don't be sorry, really; I'm an idiot for slamming my head into the top of the cabinet."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 4, 2012 14:46:18 GMT -5
"Welllllll," I smile to him. "It effective shut me up for a little bit." I pat his back and reach around him for the lid.
"Love you."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 4, 2012 14:53:08 GMT -5
I 'handed' it to her. "Love you too, Nami," I told her. "We should probably get up off the floor, though..."
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