More "Apple Pie"
Oct. 2nd, 2003 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Had an odd Weiss dream wherein Aya was blinded and hid his sword inside the handle of a Chinese umbrella. Aya-chan wrote her name in pencil on the spines while he was hiding from her by turning into a cat.
*checks last night's painkillers* I only took apirin...
Within half an hour Hisoka knew more than he had ever thought possible on the subject of apple varieties and how they baked up. He had also learned to soak peeled apples in apple juice to prevent browning, to cut the cored halves into uniform slices to ensure even cooking, and that cooking wasn't rocket science (because, Akira had explained cheerfully of himself, he could only be good at one and it wasn't rockets).
Akira was slowly giving Hisoka a sugar headache. The man was like cotton candy, like Tsuzuki at his cheerful worst. It was disorienting and made it a bit hard to follow the thread of his lecture, though Watari nodded and hmmed and asked questions every now and again, the scientist's hands deft as he rolled out pie crust on a marble surface (to keep the butter chilled and make for a lighter crust. It also helped prevent burnt crust, Akira explained). Hisoka's own fingers felt clumsy as he did the same.
"Ah, you're pushing down into the dough, Kurosaki-san," Akira said gently. "You don't want to do that. You just want to stretch it out horizontally. May I?" He reached over and his hands settled on top of Hisoka's, guiding.
//I wonder if he's okay he's pale// and a background question of //who are they and why does Sumeragi-san owe them this favor and why spend it on this// and flashes through his mind, a beautiful young woman wearing a wedding ring and two older ladies, identical twins, standing behind her and a handsome blue-haired man and a golden-haired man who could be an angel save for the mischief in his eyes and the realization that the candy fluff was only the outermost layer of Ijyuin's mind because everything beneath that surface was razor-sharp analysis and years of study and a glimpse of a white mask and tuxedo--
Hisoka jerked away, biting his lip against a cry.
Ijyuin's eyes were wide and startled at first, then narrowed as Watari stepped towards Hisoka with a questioned "Bon?"
The razor-sharp mind must have spun to its conclusion quickly because Ijyuin merely smiled disarmingly and apologized, saying he didn't realize Hisoka had a problem with being touched.
*checks last night's painkillers* I only took apirin...
Within half an hour Hisoka knew more than he had ever thought possible on the subject of apple varieties and how they baked up. He had also learned to soak peeled apples in apple juice to prevent browning, to cut the cored halves into uniform slices to ensure even cooking, and that cooking wasn't rocket science (because, Akira had explained cheerfully of himself, he could only be good at one and it wasn't rockets).
Akira was slowly giving Hisoka a sugar headache. The man was like cotton candy, like Tsuzuki at his cheerful worst. It was disorienting and made it a bit hard to follow the thread of his lecture, though Watari nodded and hmmed and asked questions every now and again, the scientist's hands deft as he rolled out pie crust on a marble surface (to keep the butter chilled and make for a lighter crust. It also helped prevent burnt crust, Akira explained). Hisoka's own fingers felt clumsy as he did the same.
"Ah, you're pushing down into the dough, Kurosaki-san," Akira said gently. "You don't want to do that. You just want to stretch it out horizontally. May I?" He reached over and his hands settled on top of Hisoka's, guiding.
//I wonder if he's okay he's pale// and a background question of //who are they and why does Sumeragi-san owe them this favor and why spend it on this// and flashes through his mind, a beautiful young woman wearing a wedding ring and two older ladies, identical twins, standing behind her and a handsome blue-haired man and a golden-haired man who could be an angel save for the mischief in his eyes and the realization that the candy fluff was only the outermost layer of Ijyuin's mind because everything beneath that surface was razor-sharp analysis and years of study and a glimpse of a white mask and tuxedo--
Hisoka jerked away, biting his lip against a cry.
Ijyuin's eyes were wide and startled at first, then narrowed as Watari stepped towards Hisoka with a questioned "Bon?"
The razor-sharp mind must have spun to its conclusion quickly because Ijyuin merely smiled disarmingly and apologized, saying he didn't realize Hisoka had a problem with being touched.
