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[The scene probably wasn't scream worthy, but Komasan loved to yell. On the floor, one of the bags is torn apart, the very one Komasan put a delicious cake in for a "monge" dessert. All that remains of said cake is the cardboard base, accompanied by a Shiro who rests by the scene of the crime. If an ice cream cone can look stuffed, he manages to pull it off perfectly.

Even worse, Noko appears to have some traces of cake on her face, too. Compared to Shiro, she at least looks a little more guilty, but seeing her trainer upset causes her to pull her routine: She sits at the base of her tail and tilts her head.]

N-Noko-chan is forgiven, zura!!

[Komasan turns to Shiro, who still contently lies on the floor. Very well, Shiro. Very well.]

Grounded forever, zura!!

[At the very least, it looks like they only went after dessert. The rest of Komasan's groceries haven't been touched.]

[Luckily for Komasan, Porygon don't really seem to be the cake eating type. Unfortunately for Komasan, Zip and Whiz weren't interested in getting their new friend(s) in trouble, so they didn't actually...stop them or anything.

Chihiro offers Komasan a sympathetic smile as he walks into the kitchen, bending down to briefly pat Noko on the head.]

I guess they couldn't wait.

[Porygon are also grounded forever.]

I was really looking forward to eating that with you, zura...

[But no use crying over eaten cake. Komasan sighs as he finally walks into the kitchen, picking up the garbage his Pokemon left behind.]

Guess I'll have to buy another one some other time... B-But that's okay, w-we can still make dinner, zura.

[Noko seems especially pleased that neither human seems upset with her. She's not sure what kind of magic she has, but she'll take it. No further head pats from her trainer though, Komasan goes straight for the counter after he finishes picking up that mess.]

D-Did you still want to help, zura...?

[Nodding, Chihiro walks over to help Komasan clean up the rest of the mess that his Pokemon left, picking up the bags they'd knocked over.]

Mhm! Just let me know what you need, and I'll help however I can.

I'm gonna need a pot, a measuring cup, and a teaspoon, zura.

[Back to smiles, Komasan figures it's best to just list what he needs rather than rip apart the kitchen looking for them.]

Oh, and two bowls for when we're done. If you can slice the green onions, that'd be a big help too, zura.

[...]

I-If you're okay with all of that, z-zura.

Of course!

[He wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay. Just as well, he knows where all of the utensils and things like that are already, so it would be faster to have him pull it all out.

Chihiro walks over to the cabinets, standing up on his tiptoes to pull one of the top drawers open.]

What are we going to be making?

Kitsune udon, zura.

[Because in the end, everything goes back to youkai with him. Speaking of which, just because he got through that talk, doesn't make it any less Friday. Komasan watches Chihiro stand on his tiptoes and absolutely loses it.]

Monge~ S-So cute, zura...

[And of course he catches it, and of course he double facepalms.]

[Chihiro absolutely heard that, but this time he doesn't say anything. In fact, he just keeps on doing what he's doing, gathering the utensils and bowls as Komasan had instructed him to do.]

Mmm~ That sounds perfect. Especially with how cold it's been lately, right?

[Komasan can only drag his hands down his face, grateful Chihiro is willing to put up with him right now. He'll have to make it up to him again, make a dinner not on a Friday. That sounds good, that's a foolproof plan.]

Y-Yes, that's what I thought, z-zura!

[HAHA, EVERYTHING'S FINE.]

There were plenty of times when I was traveling that I wished I could have something nice and warm. Now that I'm in the city, I have to make up for all that lost time, zura!

[After finishing up with his rummaging in the cabinets, Chihiro walks back over to the counter and deposits everything he could carry in one trip with a soft clatter, returning to the drawers a moment later to get smaller tools- knives, a cutting board, things of that nature.]

I can imagine. Traveling makes you hungry, too...

What is your favorite thing to eat, Komasan-chan?

Soft cream, zura!

[Komasan doesn't even skip a beat as he grabs the pot and prepares the ingredients for the broth. That's not even his lack of filter, just his pure devotion to all things ice cream. As if on cue, Shiro finally hovers off of the floor and towards his trainer, helping emphasize his point. Everyone needs a visual cue.]

Back when I still had to guard my shrine, I used to watch the nearby festivals, zura. Everything was so monge~, but I especially liked it when people would come up just close enough where I could see their soft cream, zura~

When my shrine was torn down, the first thing I did was go to the city and look for some. Ever since then, I can't think of anything that tastes any better, zuraa~

[Unable to control himself any longer, his mouth latches on top of Shiro's head. If only Vanillish actually tasted like vanilla...]

What's yours, zura?!

[He says with a mouth full of Pokemon.]

[Ice cream, huh? He'll have to make a note of that for the future.]

Mine? Well...I do like sweets, myself. Though I'm not sure I would say they're my absolute favorite...I try not to be very picky if I can help it. Chocolate is nice, though.

[So clearly, they need to go out and get some chocolate ice cream sometime. Komasan's a human, not a dog, so that's probably okay, right?]

[He was also a magical dog, so eating chocolate has never been a problem. Are you saying normal dogs never get to experience the wonders of chocolate?!]

Monge~, I can see it! You definitely look like the chocolate loving type, zura!

[How anyone can look like they love chocolate is questionable, but apparently Komasan knows.]

Then the next time I come over, I can get you one of those chocolate boxes I always see at the store! They've been everywhere lately, zura!

[Chihiro sets out the cutting board while Komasan chatters away, preparing a space so he can start cutting up some green onions.]

Oh, that's right...it's getting close to February now. You'll probably be seeing a lot more chocolate and things in the stores here soon.

February is chocolate season, zura?! Monge...

[He is totally okay with that.

Speaking of cutting, though, Komasan pulls out the narutomaki once he finally finishes putting the broth together, cutting up some thin slices so they're ready to go when he needs them.]

[He can't help but giggle softly at that. Well, he isn't wrong...]

Have you heard of Valentine's Day, Komasan-chan?

Is it like Christmas, zura?

[That's the only holiday he knows, and it's only because he got recruited to help. By now, Shiro has left Komasan's mouth, which gives him the freedom to stuff some spare food into said mouth as he awaits Chihiro's answer.]

Edited (wording) 2016-02-01 03:35 (UTC)

[With a small nod, Chihiro pulls the onions from the bag to give them a brief rinse before chopping.]

It's a holiday, like Christmas. But instead of presents, people give each other chocolates and letters. It's popular with couples, but I think everyone can enjoy Valentine's Day whether they're with someone or not.

[O-Oh...a popular couples holiday. Of course it is, that's just the theme today, isn't it? Well to Komasan's misfortune, he still has his filter turned off, which only means he can only ask more embarrassing questions.]

S-So...would you like to try it, z-zura?

[But just because he has no filter, doesn't mean he can't sound nervous as hell.]

L-Like go on a date and see what happens, z-zura...?

[Oh is right. It's clear that Komasan's brain-to-mouth filter is virtually nonexistent right now, but even then...that still manages to surprise Chihiro as he turns the water off, looking over at Komasan over his shoulder with his face starting to grow red again.]

A-ah...

[He pauses for a moment before quickly walking back over to the counter, though he doesn't start cutting the onions right away.]

I...I wouldn't mind.

[Just to see what happens. Right?]

[...Komasan isn't sure how to feel. Happy is certainly in there, surprise's thrown in there for good measure, but mostly he's concerned. If it wasn't for whatever the heck's going on, he'd never have the nerves to get that far.]

M-Monge...

[Stop it, focus.]

I-I mean, great! It'll...it'll be fun, zura...

[BACK TO SOUP MAKING.]

I think so, too.

[He agrees before finally getting to work, trying his best to keep his own nervous tremor out of his voice. This was really happening. But...Komasan is his friend, and a 'date' didn't necessarily have to mean anything more than friends spending the day together. And the thought of it really is...well, fun. And he's spent a lot of time with Komasan already, and it's been enjoyable. What would make that any different?

...well, by then he might be a little less loose-lipped, maybe.]

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