The conclusion of good intentions [Semi Open]

[shiromadoushi]

WHO: Bakura & Kid [and any other Hell Towers folks who wanna poke in]
WHERE: The MANCAVE
WHEN: Thursday, 2:30ish.
SUMMARY: Bakura started the week promising 30 people a meal a day without really realizing that's what he'd done. Thankfully, Kid knows a bit about kitchen work and offers help.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever after



It was a good thing the Mancave was finished, Bakura reflected as he survayed his work area. He had hauled over most of his cooking equipment over to the 'cave's kitchen area earlier in the week when he had realized just how much cooking he was doing and how much space it took up.

Thankfully, he had slowly been upgrading as he had started cooking regular for more people, so most things went nice and quickly. The food processor had been a godsend that week, taking care of almost all the chopping that needed to be done, the fryer could cook more than the pan on the stove could, and, as always, the rice cooker was a life saver.

But he had yet to find a gadget that would do the whole washing and pealing thing. Which was what he was really starting to get tired of.

But a promise was a promise.

...

Next week, everyone was eating takeout.

Comments

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

Kid had gotten pretty bored of hanging around his bedroom and the apartment in general, and the Mancave was a good place to laze around. He had expected the place to be fairly empty, since everyone else always seemed to be out and about, but when he saw Bakura active in the kitchen, he wasn't too shocked.

"Hey there." He called, giving Bakura a little half-wave. "You look pretty busy."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura looked up from the sweet potato he was scrubbing and gave a smile. "Un, a little! But I don't mind company!"

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Bet you wouldn't mind a little help, either?" He asked, already heading for the kitchen. He figured it couldn't hurt to offer, since there was a good chance his own meal was in there somewhere.

[shiromadoushi]

Judging by the utter look of relieved happiness on Bakura's face, that was a most welcome offer. "I wouldn't mind at all!"

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Thought so." Kid gave him a little grin and headed over to the sink, giving the pile of raw and unwashed vegetables a look. "I'm gonna let you know..I'm not a gourmet or anything. But I can do simple stuff."

[shiromadoushi]

"Aah, that's fine! The bulk of the work is just the preparation!" Bakura assured with a smile. "Trying to keep it simple for these, since there's so many!"

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Right, right.." Kid took up a spot in front of the sink and selected a different sweet potato, which he immediately began to scrub and then peel. "Who's all this food for?"

[shiromadoushi]

"The Clinic staff and volunteers. Since I can't help with the healing, the least I can do is support them this way," he smiled. "Though I think I really took on a bit more than I should have," he admitted sheepishly. "Especially since I'm cooking for Ben and Fakir and everyone there too since Ben's recovering!"

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

Kid whistled, like he was impressed by the sheer number of people that Bakura seemed to want to cook for. "Awful lot of people you're helping out." He observed as he peeled a few more vegetables, working steadily, if kind of slowly.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded. "They're helping even more," he pointed out before drying off his hands and carrying over the sweet potatoes to the food processor. He wasn't too concerned about Kid's speed. After all, it'd be done faster than it would if it were just him alone no matter how slow Kid went!

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Guess so. But it seems to me..that you're just a nice guy." He observed, continuing to prepare the veggies at a steady pace, working with a vague sort of smile on his face. "Maybe too nice sometimes."

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh?" Bakura blinked, looking over from loading up the processor. "Too nice?"

Normally Hiruma was the one who commented that, and he just passed it off since Hiruma was-- well-- a giant jerk.

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I'm thinking of selfless? Dunno, just seems like it to me." He mused idly, not sounding too serious right now, making idly chitchat for the most part. "Hmm...but maybe I'm wrong."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura looked down with a small smile. "Aa, this will be loud a moment, sorry!" he apologized before turning on the processor, watching it slice as he fed it the peeled potatoes.

"I don't think you're wrong," he smiled as he turned off the blades.

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"No? Looks like I'm good at guessing." He mused, wincing only slightly at the noise from the processor. "Or maybe just observant."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura didn't answer, just giving a smile as he began carefully scooping the chopped sweet potatoes into a bowl. "So when do you think Hiruma-kun will start practice up again? I'm still not too familiar with the schedule for this sport, I'm a little ashamed to admit!."

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

Kid didn't push the previous subject much, actually preferring to ease into the familiar and comforting topic of football. "Soon, I hope. I'm anxious to play. You're the manager, aren't you?"

[shiromadoushi]

"Un!" Bakura nodded. "and the medic," he added with a small laugh.

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Right, right...no injuries so far though?" He asked, sure that the games played here in the City were more tame than the ones back home.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura covered another laugh. "Aaaa, nothing I can't heal, but I think almost every game there was at least one person who needed healing! It still a little alarming to me just how violent it all gets."

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Football's football. It's rough, that's just how it goes." He replied evenly, a slight bit of fondness in his voice, even though now he's remembering injuries and soreness. "But it's worth it, y'know?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura looked a bit awkward at that, giving a small smile. "Everyone does seem to enjoy it," he half agreed.

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

"Even the bad parts can be good." He mused as he added another clean potato to his growing pile. "Ahh, but you aren't the sports type, right? Card games and stuff, that's what you do."

[shiromadoushi]

"Un," Bakura nodded. "I've never really been good at sports or anything, even before my arm!" He flexed his arm, showing off the stiffness (and to get it to relax a little.) "Though sometimes I wonder a little if I should try and find a sport I can play. Everyone always looks to be having so much fun when they play, even when things get hard!"

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

Kid studied Bakura's arm for a minute, and decided to avoid asking about what had caused that; didn't seem like a good topic. "Are you fast? As long as you are you can play pretty much anything."