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COOKING SHOW - 5PM PST - Heart Soldier Senshi
[ Your unit-colored kitchen has all the basic necessities for cooking, but strangely, there's no refrigerator. There's just a table full of pebble-sized crystals. . . There are candies available in bins next to the crystals as well.
Though you can technically turn the stove on, you can't actually hurt yourself on it. It's like the flames are illusions. Huh.
Upon entering your unit-colored kitchen, you'll find that you can't see or hear anyone from any other kitchen. You're aware that this whole area is magically sight- and sound-proofed; no other unit will hear or see any conversation you have. ]
Though you can technically turn the stove on, you can't actually hurt yourself on it. It's like the flames are illusions. Huh.
Upon entering your unit-colored kitchen, you'll find that you can't see or hear anyone from any other kitchen. You're aware that this whole area is magically sight- and sound-proofed; no other unit will hear or see any conversation you have. ]
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[Hesitates, then hands her over a candy]
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Do you think it'll work if we bite it?
[She doesn't, for the record.]
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You can crunch through most hard candy, if you gotta.
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[Regret, and uncertainty]
So, like. May as well get it over with, right?
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[May as well start on the candy, too. She pops it in her mouth.]
What now? Do we just wait?
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[Uncertainty, anxiety, and then, through it... she does feel something]
[He goes very quiet as the memory begins, anxiety and shame amping up like they're in a competition to outsine each other]
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[There's a thread of curiosity there (was that magitek she was working on?), but it's buried deep, a single bright thread in a skein of surprise and dismay.]
Being busy's no excuse for being unkind.
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[The shame twists tighter, into a heavy little knot]
And she was right. It wasn't a game.
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She needed someone to look out for her.
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[it's hard not to, honestly]
--but you needed someone to look out for you, too.
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[The shame twists a little tighter, and an impulsive sort of avoidance creeps in beside it]
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[There's something almost like... guilt? And something a little shy, under that]
I like being able to do something for everyone.
I ain't great at a lot of things. And I can't... do much, when it matters. But I can do that, at least.
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[She seems genuinely very excited about the vacuum cleaner.]
But you must let me know, if ever you need help. I'd be glad to, if you wanted.
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[She can feel how much he appreciates it, a small swell of gratitude]
...lemme look out for you some, though. Okay? And if I ever need a hand, I'll say.
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[ didn't seem like it. Doesn't feel like it now. He doesn't remember his parents, but he's pretty sure this isn't how a normal relationship goes being parent and child.
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[The shame twists tighter, into a heavy little knot]
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