[And now Sakusa's dabbing at his hand with a hanky. He's equal parts endeared and embarrassed. When his hand is clean and dry and not in danger of losing any phalanges, he folds the hanky, with the damp side in of course, and sets it on the counter far and away from everything else.
From there, he sets back to work: filling the rice cooker with the clean grains and just the right amount of water then adjusting the temperature and cook-time to the best settings. That's the easy part. Cutting the beef into evenly-sized pieces proves to be a different beast altogether, as it turns out the butcher mixed in fatty beef with the pricey wagyu pieces.]
What do you mean?
[Pointedly not looking in Sakusa's direction, as he can already tell he's doing that cute Pout again.
The cut pieces are placed into another clean bowl for later use.]
This is fine. I haven't cut myself or made too much of a mess, have I?
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[And now Sakusa's dabbing at his hand with a hanky. He's equal parts endeared and embarrassed. When his hand is clean and dry and not in danger of losing any phalanges, he folds the hanky, with the damp side in of course, and sets it on the counter far and away from everything else.
From there, he sets back to work: filling the rice cooker with the clean grains and just the right amount of water then adjusting the temperature and cook-time to the best settings. That's the easy part. Cutting the beef into evenly-sized pieces proves to be a different beast altogether, as it turns out the butcher mixed in fatty beef with the pricey wagyu pieces.]
What do you mean?
[Pointedly not looking in Sakusa's direction, as he can already tell he's doing that cute Pout again.
The cut pieces are placed into another clean bowl for later use.]
This is fine. I haven't cut myself or made too much of a mess, have I?