[ Hmmm. Okay. Time to go to the kitchen and investigate this food. A stove might be easiest, if it's something that seems like it can be heated up there... ]
[He heads into the bathroom and strips down to take a quick, hot shower, trying to wash away the last of his grogginess and that sticky feeling you always get after a nap that went on a little too long.
As for the food, it's katsukare, and will in fact reheat better in a pan on the stove than it would in a microwave. Not that Leon knows that. He'd totally just nuke the thing and destroy the beautiful crispiness of that pork.]
[ Well, this is pretty decent food. It's one of the better parts of commoner fare. (Thus spake the present list.) He's so offended by the idea of nuking this in a microwave!! Whatever. Time to find a skillet and... put the food in... and... turn on the stove to... high? Probably??
He at least feels very assured that he's not gonna make it worse than the microwave would. ]
[He does have pots and pans . . . or rather, the kitchen has pots and pans. Leon didn't buy the pots and pans. He's not sure where they came from; they were just here. Either the kitchen comes standard with them, or the previous tenants left them. They look a little too beaten-up to be the former, but did this place even have previous tenants? A question for the ages . . .
Eh, they're clean.
Five minutes later, so is Leon; he finishes getting on clean pajamas (eh, he's not going anywhere else tonight) and otherwise making himself feel human again, and then heads out to the kitchen. It worked—he does feel better, even if he could use the rest of that eight hours of sleep. But that's what actual nighttime is for.
He half expects Togami to have just left, and is pleasantly (he has to admit to himself) surprised that he's not.]
What're you doing? Are you allergic to microwaves?
Yes. [ He's not even gonna argue that. He goes to find a fork or something to move the food around in the pan, only briefly glancing up to look at Leon as he enters. ] You weren't using the pan, so I don't see the problem.
I didn't say it was a problem, damn. You're so defensive!
[Oh that's where the pots came from. From calling the kettle black.
He gets into the fridge to grab a soda and flops down at the table, even though he's not eating anything himself; it wasn't that long ago he had his own dinner. It sure smells good heating up, though. Everything about this feels good in some way he can't quite pin down, and isn't sure he wants to. Wouldn't that ruin some of the feeling, overthinking it like that?
Maybe it's just the relief of the ghost crap having faded off for now, and hopefully for good.]
I've never even used that pan . . . what's wrong with the microwave? Is it just too commoner for you?
It's disgusting. But I get the impression that that's the sort of thing commoners enjoy, so yes, I suppose it must be "too commoner" for me.
[ His standards of what he's willing to put in his mouth have relaxed a lot over the past couple of years, at least. He's probably even eaten microwaved food to have an opinion of it. But he'd still like to avoid that if at all possible.
He pokes the food around in the pan... hmm. It wasn't actually cold, so he shouldn't have to do this for too long. He picks up a piece with his fork and bites into it carefully to test how warm it is now. Not bad... ]
—Is it good? Or whatever you call things that're good, in your language? Ha ha!
[The Togami dialect, which is like normal speech run through a Rich Asshole filter, basically. He grins personably, though. Just kidding! The food really does smell good . . . Leon's going to have to get that next time he orders from this place. Maybe soon.]
[ He turns off the stove again. Thank god this was just heating something up for a little while. He managed to make it through this cooking experience. He does leave the pan on the stove as he goes to find a plate though. ]
[Leon doesn't even think to go get the pan or anything. Well, if Togami had it on low, it's probably fine. The plates aren't hard to find or anything; he uses them all the time, unlike a lot of things in the kitchen. Most are in the dishwasher, but—]
[ He definitely had the stove set on high. But it doesn't take him too long to grab a plate from the cabinet, and though the pan has started making a louder sizzling noise when he turns back around, he can still snatch it off of the heat before things get burnt. ]
What a pain...
[ How DARE someone FORCE Togami to do SO MUCH cooking. ...He turns the stove off and scrapes the food onto the plate, before finally turning his attention back to his conversation with Leon. ]
Did you order something for me under the assumption that I wouldn't like it?
More like you wouldn't admit to it if you did . . .
[Heh. He occupies himself with his soda, swinging his legs idly at the table, which is the number one benefit of having "bought" a bar-height table to eat at.]
Or maybe like there's no place even in the crazy virtual future world that delivers the kinda food an heir would actually "like."
Delivery? Perhaps not. [ For a moment he thought he was being accused of not enjoying food at all, and he was going to be a little offended. With all of the food opinions that happen in their conversations, it probably won't surprise Leon whenever it's properly narrowed down that Togami is associated with the sense of taste in Cerealia.
He brings his plate over to the table, taking a seat. ]
If you think about it, there just ain't enough guys like you in the world to make delivery caviar or whatever worth it! But there's plenty of guys like me, and that's why we've got pizza places, ha ha!
[With the soda and the shower and the conversation, he's definitely feeling more alive now, gradually perking back up into his usual noisy self. He watches Togami cheerfully, and a little thoughtfully—but not too thoughtfully.]
So are you gonna pass out again after this? How's that even work? You were up for like three days, right? Man . . . I'd die!
[Again.
He shoves his soda back into his mouth to get rid of the taste of having said that.]
The people who are used to haute cuisine want it fresh, with proper presentation and quality. Being shoved in a box haphazardly won't ever suffice for that. The delivery methods would have to be as high-quality as the ingredients themselves.
[ Blah, blah, blah. It's not like it exists anyway, or like he expects it to, so why does he have to share all of his opinions on it.
Maybe it's just easier to think about than his lack of sleep. When Leon questions him on that, he sighs, and then takes a bite of his food, giving himself a lengthy break to consider the situation. ]
I'll probably attempt to sleep again for the night... It was definitely—more time awake than is ideal for cognitive function. Don't act like it was a choice of mine. If it was you, you'd have stayed awake and alive through it just the same.
[ He still feels a little uncomfortably frazzled, brain-wise, but at least he's a lot better than he was before. The food helps a little bit too. Just like Leon, he's slowly crawling towards feeling alive again. ]
I never said you chose that, c'mon! Apparently you still say shit like "ideal for cognitive function" even when your brain's totally fried.
[He only kind of knows what that means on a good day!
Maybe if he had a guest room he'd ask Togami to stay; he's having some lonely impulses in that direction, ugh. As it is, he's not going to. He wouldn't ask him to sleep another eight hours on the couch, and Togami wouldn't accept it if he did. But this moment of not being along with his thoughts is . . . pretty relieving. He puts his soda down, swinging his leg.]
There was nothing to worry about. [ Dismissive, yes, but he's saying it more for his own sake than for Leon's. He's experienced a whole lot of worrisome things before, but he made it past them. That's what he does. That's all there is to it.
Even though, this time, it's not like he made it out of his situation through any deed of his own. At that thought, he looks like he swallowed something unpleasant, despite his food being perfectly fine. ]
You can come over any time . . . d'you really hate people worrying about you that much?
[This isn't the first time he's noticed that reaction. Hell, you'd have to be blind not to pick up on that one. It's bizarre to Leon, but then again, so are a lot of things about Togami. Shouldn't he be happy people care about him . . . ?
I don't intend to repeat this experience. And I'm not some useless pawn who needs to be constantly babysat.
[ That actually comes out more vicious than he'd intended. His powerlessness in Cerealia is really starting to get to him, apparently. He's maybe more aggressive than he needs to be in stabbing the fork into the food. ]
[ He winces. Being stuck in this rut in arguments certainly isn't helping him out of his rut in general, it's true. ]
...Fine.
[ That's about as close as he can manage to get to an apology. But his voice is softer now, calmer, even if he hasn't completely calmed down himself. ]
[His own voice lowers, and he leans on his arms on the table, looking away for the moment. Damn. He hates that kind of thing; why is this guy so hard to deal with? Leon's not used to people he can't comfort. What do you even do when you can't comfort someone who's down, or after a fight like this?
He finishes off his soda deliberately, so that he can get up to toss the can, taking him past where Togami's sitting, and reach out to fluff hard at his hair as he passes.]
[ He had just then decided to go back to eating instead of trying to converse, so he jerks in surprise as his hair gets FLUFFED, nearly choking as he swallows the bite he'd taken. ]
Mmph.
[ It still seems to have lightened his mood some, though. ]
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As for the food, it's katsukare, and will in fact reheat better in a pan on the stove than it would in a microwave. Not that Leon knows that. He'd totally just nuke the thing and destroy the beautiful crispiness of that pork.]
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He at least feels very assured that he's not gonna make it worse than the microwave would. ]
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Eh, they're clean.
Five minutes later, so is Leon; he finishes getting on clean pajamas (eh, he's not going anywhere else tonight) and otherwise making himself feel human again, and then heads out to the kitchen. It worked—he does feel better, even if he could use the rest of that eight hours of sleep. But that's what actual nighttime is for.
He half expects Togami to have just left, and is pleasantly (he has to admit to himself) surprised that he's not.]
What're you doing? Are you allergic to microwaves?
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[Oh that's where the pots came from. From calling the kettle black.
He gets into the fridge to grab a soda and flops down at the table, even though he's not eating anything himself; it wasn't that long ago he had his own dinner. It sure smells good heating up, though. Everything about this feels good in some way he can't quite pin down, and isn't sure he wants to. Wouldn't that ruin some of the feeling, overthinking it like that?
Maybe it's just the relief of the ghost crap having faded off for now, and hopefully for good.]
I've never even used that pan . . . what's wrong with the microwave? Is it just too commoner for you?
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[ His standards of what he's willing to put in his mouth have relaxed a lot over the past couple of years, at least. He's probably even eaten microwaved food to have an opinion of it. But he'd still like to avoid that if at all possible.
He pokes the food around in the pan... hmm. It wasn't actually cold, so he shouldn't have to do this for too long. He picks up a piece with his fork and bites into it carefully to test how warm it is now. Not bad... ]
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[The Togami dialect, which is like normal speech run through a Rich Asshole filter, basically. He grins personably, though. Just kidding! The food really does smell good . . . Leon's going to have to get that next time he orders from this place. Maybe soon.]
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[ He turns off the stove again. Thank god this was just heating something up for a little while. He managed to make it through this cooking experience. He does leave the pan on the stove as he goes to find a plate though. ]
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[Leon doesn't even think to go get the pan or anything. Well, if Togami had it on low, it's probably fine. The plates aren't hard to find or anything; he uses them all the time, unlike a lot of things in the kitchen. Most are in the dishwasher, but—]
They're up in that cabinet!
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What a pain...
[ How DARE someone FORCE Togami to do SO MUCH cooking. ...He turns the stove off and scrapes the food onto the plate, before finally turning his attention back to his conversation with Leon. ]
Did you order something for me under the assumption that I wouldn't like it?
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[Heh. He occupies himself with his soda, swinging his legs idly at the table, which is the number one benefit of having "bought" a bar-height table to eat at.]
Or maybe like there's no place even in the crazy virtual future world that delivers the kinda food an heir would actually "like."
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He brings his plate over to the table, taking a seat. ]
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[With the soda and the shower and the conversation, he's definitely feeling more alive now, gradually perking back up into his usual noisy self. He watches Togami cheerfully, and a little thoughtfully—but not too thoughtfully.]
So are you gonna pass out again after this? How's that even work? You were up for like three days, right? Man . . . I'd die!
[Again.
He shoves his soda back into his mouth to get rid of the taste of having said that.]
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[ Blah, blah, blah. It's not like it exists anyway, or like he expects it to, so why does he have to share all of his opinions on it.
Maybe it's just easier to think about than his lack of sleep. When Leon questions him on that, he sighs, and then takes a bite of his food, giving himself a lengthy break to consider the situation. ]
I'll probably attempt to sleep again for the night... It was definitely—more time awake than is ideal for cognitive function. Don't act like it was a choice of mine. If it was you, you'd have stayed awake and alive through it just the same.
[ He still feels a little uncomfortably frazzled, brain-wise, but at least he's a lot better than he was before. The food helps a little bit too. Just like Leon, he's slowly crawling towards feeling alive again. ]
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[He only kind of knows what that means on a good day!
Maybe if he had a guest room he'd ask Togami to stay; he's having some lonely impulses in that direction, ugh. As it is, he's not going to. He wouldn't ask him to sleep another eight hours on the couch, and Togami wouldn't accept it if he did. But this moment of not being along with his thoughts is . . . pretty relieving. He puts his soda down, swinging his leg.]
. . . I was pretty worried about you.
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Even though, this time, it's not like he made it out of his situation through any deed of his own. At that thought, he looks like he swallowed something unpleasant, despite his food being perfectly fine. ]
...I appreciate the hospitality.
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[This isn't the first time he's noticed that reaction. Hell, you'd have to be blind not to pick up on that one. It's bizarre to Leon, but then again, so are a lot of things about Togami. Shouldn't he be happy people care about him . . . ?
(Ugh, he does. He does care about Togami.)]
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[ That actually comes out more vicious than he'd intended. His powerlessness in Cerealia is really starting to get to him, apparently. He's maybe more aggressive than he needs to be in stabbing the fork into the food. ]
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[This is finally actually beginning to get to him; he makes a face at Togami from behind his soda can as he lifts it to his lips.]
I never said you were useless! I don't even think that, so screw off!
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...Fine.
[ That's about as close as he can manage to get to an apology. But his voice is softer now, calmer, even if he hasn't completely calmed down himself. ]
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[His own voice lowers, and he leans on his arms on the table, looking away for the moment. Damn. He hates that kind of thing; why is this guy so hard to deal with? Leon's not used to people he can't comfort. What do you even do when you can't comfort someone who's down, or after a fight like this?
He finishes off his soda deliberately, so that he can get up to toss the can, taking him past where Togami's sitting, and reach out to fluff hard at his hair as he passes.]
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Mmph.
[ It still seems to have lightened his mood some, though. ]
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I totally only improved it after you fell asleep on my couch for like nine hours.
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...Against all odds, you might actually be right.