All of the Memories

[masinorimoriyama]

Izar didn’t like Masinori’s motorcycle, he frowned. “I suddenly realize I want a car.” Masinori smirked. “No, I don’t really have anything going on ever…” Well, just stay with me until you do have something going on then. He wanted to say. As he pushed him towards the kitchen he yelped and said, “just because I’m small…” and it was so cute Masi wanted to squee and pinch his cheeks. He just scrunched his face a little in response because it was too adorable not to cause a reaction. He wanted to ask Izar if the pill he was taking was for his headaches, but thought it might be rude in case it was for something else. Probably not though. He would give him some of the herbs he mentioned in the field the day before, to take with him when he left.

Success, Izar was hungry. He took a waffle iron out from the cupboard and plugged it in. The electricity seemed to be working again. Then he added water to the powdered mixture and liberally put in the extra cinnamon and sugar, stirring until it wasn’t lumpy anymore. While the waffles cooked he took out two plates, some silverware, butter, syrup, everything they needed. He didn’t bother about Odille because she basically lived on coffee. Then he went to select some herbs, and came back in with his arms full of jars and a mortar and pestle. Feverfew and Valerian, were among them.

He ground up a bunch of different herbs, first into just a slightly less leafy mixture, which he put into a fabric sachet with a drawstring. These were for infusing in tea. Then he ground up the rest into a fine powder and scooped them up into ready-made gelatin capsules, for when it wasn’t convenient to have tea. He put these in a separate plastic bag and stuck them in the sachet as well. He was starting to rush around as the waffles were finishing now. He left the herb things out on the counter and took the waffles out, putting them on plates and giving them an extra sprinkling of cinnamon. He insisted Izar sit down and not help, and carried the two plates to the table, placing his down first and handing Izar the sachet with his plate. “Let’s see if science prevails.” He said, meaning that Izar could eat now. As he poured syrup on his, he explained about the herbs. “Those will take away your headaches, the tea wont be the most delicious, but it will work effectively. Just put a teaspoon in hot water.”

The waffles were good, they made his stomach feel better, and made him feel a little more energetic as a whole. He really needed to remember to eat more. He looked up every so often at Izar, watching him eat to see his reaction to the waffles. His lip curled a little every time their eyes met, wanting to smile. “So if you don’t have anything going on ever, you should give me a call…” He started, “Hmmph,” he added, holding up a finger, his mouth was full and it was probably supposed to be a here. He stood up and scrolled something onto a slip of paper, then picked up the sachet and stuck it in there too. “That is my phone number, I don’t have a lot going on usually either.” He sat back down to finish eating. “If you get bored or whatever…” He was saying, “So what do you think…of the waffles I mean?” He asked, hoping Izar was a slow eater.


(OOC: Our characters are freaking cute. I loved the "Just because I'm small..." thing, it made me squee ahaha)

[izar]

((OOC: ^__^ I try!))

Izar laughed and shrugged, he was alright with cars though he still didn't like them. He blinked once, he was too picky. Izar stuck his tongue out at Masinori feeling very childish but he couldn't help it. Izar was glad to have the pain relieved from his head but now his stomach was beginning to complain and there was only one solution for that. He sat down at the table and watched. He thought about helping but threw away the idea, "I'd offer to help but..." He shrugged and grinned sheepishly, "I'd probably destroy it." He was the worst cook on the face of the planet and he knew it. He wasn't about to even try. He had a few times but it always either came out black or some other odd color.

He watched him get out all the stuff and the waffle iron. "You know, you're very good around a kitchen," he said his eyes saying more than his voice. He was making up for earlier with his small height being taken advantage of. He wondered why he was getting herbs. Perhaps it was something that one put in waffles? He didn't know he should stop trying to think that he knew these things. He rested his head on his palm and the smell made it's way to him. He smiled it smelled good. Nothing he had ever attempted at had smelled anything other than burnt. At least they wouldn't be without electricity. He sighed with relief that would mean that his apartment would have it's lights on at least. He couldn't stand not having lights or anything else. Yes he could and did often live without it but when he was home he liked to have those pleasures.

Izar smiled, ah, so that was what the herbs were for. Not the waffles. Izar nodded, he'd had his share of bitter teas. "Yes, sir." He said taking the herbs and examining them like he knew what he was doing. He put it down after a while and faced the waffles, "Yeah," he grinned and cut the oddly shaped pastry. He took a little bit of syrup and put it on the waffle. He chewed it slowly taking in the flavor. He grinned and went for more. Damn it was good. "Wonderful!" He said nodding slowly. He ate it slowly trying to savor the waffle. "Science prevails," he concluded nodding to himself, "These are very good, Masinori, I have been missing out on the meaning of life." Yes, he was now in love with waffles.

Izar nodded and grinned, "Will do." He promised. Izar looked at the number feeling as though that was a number that he would definitely be calling. He nodded again and went over to get a pen. He quickly wrote his own number on the paper writing his name in a sweeping cursive so that it would never be forgotten that this was Izar's number. He grinned and handed it over. He took the number and pocketed it. He smiled, "Waffles are the nectar of the gods, the life force of all things good." He said as he smiled at the heavenly taste. He glanced over at t door going to the living room. He should recover his shirt and jacket soon.

[masinorimoriyama]

“Fussy boy.” Masinori said, “You could always ride a tricycle around.” He wondered why Izar didn’t like vehicles. Did he walk everywhere? If so that was incredible. Somehow everything about Izar seemed admirable though. Masinori shrugged, “It’s pretty easy, you just pour it on the iron and leave it til the light turns off.” Masi said trying to reaffirm his masculinity after Izar’s comment about him being good around the kitchen. He had this playful glint in his eyes that said he was picking on him. He looked down at his plate, a little embarrassed. His mouth was full when Izar started praising the wonderment of the waffles, and he had to small hard to say his thanks.

Izar got up for a second to get a pen and started writing something down. Waffle recipe? No, it was his phone number. Izar. He would keep that paper forever, even though he’d store the number in his cell phone. Which consequently he’d plan on using a lot more now. He had lived in San for quite a while now, but there were no intimate friends in his life aside from Odille, only people to hang out with and maybe share a drink. Shallow, shallow, shallow. With the exception of Danae and Luthan maybe. He just didn’t like opening up that much to people. Especially when he saw their frustration when conversations would take a serious turn. People had their own problems, he knew that from seeing their dreams. He kept his to himself, mostly trivial anyway. So his phone usually sat somewhere in his room untouched for days.

"Waffles are the nectar of the gods, the life force of all things good." Masinori dropped his fork and fell into a fit of laughter at this statement, like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He threw his head back and laughed heartily. When he regained his composure, straight faced and tight lipped, and started breathing normal again, he picked up his fork and started back on his food, shaking his head. Izar was pretty much finished eating he’d been laughing so long. He glanced at the door now. “You probably want to get going soon.” Masinori offered, so that Izar wouldn’t feel awkward saying he’d better get going. “I wont hold you hostage now that you’ve successfully finished your waffles.”

He looked down at the phone number, “Your handwriting is kawaii…” He said offhand, and put it in the pocket of his pants. Then he stood up and took their plates to the sink. He left them there and led Izar back into the living room where he handed him his shirt and jacket, and waited for him to gather his other things, secretly hoping he’d forget something vital and have to come back that same day even. When he had everything, Masi stepped forward and pulled him into a "friendly" embrace. That wasn't the intention behind it, and it may've been a moment too long to be considered so. It was much too short for Masinori though, he closed his eyes, one last squeeze before letting go. Which was somewhat painful to do. It was almost too fast for him to even think while doing it. “Yoroshii! (Right or very well!)” He swallowed, his hands at his side now. "It's been...an interesting time meeting you, Izar." He said apprehensively. “Remember, any time, you can even randomly stop by…and...I’ll make you waffles.”

[izar]

Izar glared at him. "Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I'm scared." He retorted throwing his nose in the air, "I just prefer my own feet thank you very much." Izar laughed, "You know you'd think that it was that easy, but you see, I'm special like that." He winked and stuck his tongue out. Izar had finished his waffles wishing that there was more. That was odd, normally he didn't like food that much but he loved waffles. He had truly been missing out on life. He watched Masinori out of the corner of his eyes and had to force himself to stop staring. He flushed with embarrassment. He shouldn't be feeling this way about another man but he was. He couldn't wrap his mind around anything but his heart dictated the way his thoughts formed.

He thought about the number in his pocket and smiled. He felt... cared for? Like someone had for the first time genuine care about him. It made his heart warm. Of course it wasn't the first person to care about him, but it sure felt like it. He cursed his paleness for showing his redness so clearly. He glanced over at Masinori and though about nothing else. Again the world around Masinori seemed to disappear. All that existed was Masinori. He blinked and it was over and the world came back into focus. He smiled his mind working sluggishly again. He blamed it on the alcohol that he had had last night but he knew that that was not right. He was truly grateful for the herbs they would help him get sleep on occasion.

Izar realized what he had said and joined Masinori in shoulder shaking laughter. Izar grinned and followed Masinori's eyes to the door and nodded, "Yeah," he said with just a touch of regret. He laughed again, "Thank you, again," he grinned, "The waffles were wonderful... and a half." He stood and smiled, "Thank you." He said no one had ever said that his handwriting was that good.

He followed Masinori into the living room and pulled on his shirt and jacket as Masinori handed them to him. He felt grimy and couldn't wait to get fresh clothing on at his apartment. He buckled his sword onto his hip welcoming the familiar weight. He didn't know why he carried it around it was more of a burden than anything else. He should just wear his dagger and be good but it was habit. He stuffed the herbs in his bag and slung it over his shoulder and blinked in surprise as Masinori hugged him. He returned it gratefully. Izar smiled and bowed jokingly, "And also you, sir." his eyes sparkling with happiness. He opened the door and began to head out then stopped and pointed a finger at Masinori. "I'm holding you to that." He said referring to the waffles. He laughed and waved turning out the door. He trotted down the lawn before starting off in the general direction of back home. He glanced back over his shoulder to make sure Masinori was watching and when he wasn't he shot into the air like a bullet. He unfolded his wings and sailed into the air. It felt good as the wind rushed against his face and his wings stretched.

He pulled up the winds from behind and up. He let his wings relax as sails for a moment and let the wind carry him up and forward. He beat his wings a few times putting small bursts of speed into his flight. He let a laugh of joy escape his lips and glanced over seeing several sylphs darting around trying to make the clouds into shapes. He spotted his building and smiled. He smiled at the opened window and dropped toward it and went through the window as he pulled his wings in. He went in feet first and fell forward into the couch he placed there just for that purpose. He pulled Masinori's number out of his pocket and smiled putting it by his phone under a pen.

((Farewell from Izy... New post?))