By the time Wakatoshi blinks back into reality, Sakusa's already fixed his mistake with the lemon and is handing it back to him. He shakes his head and, quietly, takes the bowl back and resumes -- or tries to resume -- his earlier work.]
...sorry, it's nothing. I was distracted.
[He's not lying.]
The recipe calls for a pinch of salt and pepper to the beef once it's cleaned and drained. Afterwards, we can cut the beef, and chop up the vegetables as well. Would you like to do that honor or would you prefer to get the rice started in the cooker?
[Shit, he's pouting. Rather than risk staring again, Wakatoshi looks down at the beef in the bowl, long and hard. He should rinse it, he knows, but his thoughts keep getting distracted by his pouting boyfriend in his ridiculously cute ruffled apron.]
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By the time Wakatoshi blinks back into reality, Sakusa's already fixed his mistake with the lemon and is handing it back to him. He shakes his head and, quietly, takes the bowl back and resumes -- or tries to resume -- his earlier work.]
...sorry, it's nothing. I was distracted.
[He's not lying.]
The recipe calls for a pinch of salt and pepper to the beef once it's cleaned and drained. Afterwards, we can cut the beef, and chop up the vegetables as well. Would you like to do that honor or would you prefer to get the rice started in the cooker?
[Shit, he's pouting. Rather than risk staring again, Wakatoshi looks down at the beef in the bowl, long and hard. He should rinse it, he knows, but his thoughts keep getting distracted by his pouting boyfriend in his ridiculously cute ruffled apron.]