That's unlike you. You have to remain focused in the kitchen. It could be the difference between having five fingers or four.
[So he scolds, but...Sakusa cares. Ushijima is clearly in the middle of shaking off whatever has him acting strange, so he hovers over Ushijima's station as well, moving a bowl into place to catch the juice continuing to drip out of Ushijima's clenched fist. He also pulls out a cloth from his pocket and offers it to Ushijima. It has a ruffle that matches the apron along one edge.]
You're getting it everywhere. Use this.
['Use this,' Sakusa says, but he's the one patting Ushijima's hand dry with it, fingertips lingering just a second longer than strictly necessary. Once he's ensured Ushijima is capable of returning to his cooking duties again, Sakusa rinses his hands and turns back to the measuring bowls once again.]
I'll prepare the meat and vegetables. I like chopping stuff. It reminds me of spiking somehow.
[Maybe it's the repetitive motion or the forcefulness of it, but whatever the case, he likes it. He practically smiles while confiscating the onion and mushrooms, immediately setting to work. Sakusa starts with destemming the mushrooms and diligently slices them in even, steadfast motions. He knows his way around a knife, experienced hand ensuring the knife never slices too high and carefully resting his second knuckles against the flat blade so that he doesn't cut himself. He pauses after the mushrooms are cutting, pout back in full force as he watches Ushijima struggle with the meat and rice.]
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[So he scolds, but...Sakusa cares. Ushijima is clearly in the middle of shaking off whatever has him acting strange, so he hovers over Ushijima's station as well, moving a bowl into place to catch the juice continuing to drip out of Ushijima's clenched fist. He also pulls out a cloth from his pocket and offers it to Ushijima. It has a ruffle that matches the apron along one edge.]
You're getting it everywhere. Use this.
['Use this,' Sakusa says, but he's the one patting Ushijima's hand dry with it, fingertips lingering just a second longer than strictly necessary. Once he's ensured Ushijima is capable of returning to his cooking duties again, Sakusa rinses his hands and turns back to the measuring bowls once again.]
I'll prepare the meat and vegetables. I like chopping stuff. It reminds me of spiking somehow.
[Maybe it's the repetitive motion or the forcefulness of it, but whatever the case, he likes it. He practically smiles while confiscating the onion and mushrooms, immediately setting to work. Sakusa starts with destemming the mushrooms and diligently slices them in even, steadfast motions. He knows his way around a knife, experienced hand ensuring the knife never slices too high and carefully resting his second knuckles against the flat blade so that he doesn't cut himself. He pauses after the mushrooms are cutting, pout back in full force as he watches Ushijima struggle with the meat and rice.]
Hmm. I expected you to be more competent.