['Put these on. You'll see the flow of the game better.' 'But with these, my field of vision is narrowed.' 'Oh, really?'
Kidou's eyebrows dip down just a little. His hand pauses, then continues to work on prep as if nothing happened, and any fleeting shadow is gone as quickly as it came. It's not a question that many people ask him, and it's a question that he's never answered, not once. It won't be a question he answers here, either; but the substitute answer he'll give is with a forced smile. It's a lot harder to be read that way.
With his eyes hidden, who'd ever know the difference?]
You could say they're my trademark.
[Or that he's brushing off the question as airily as possible.]
You're a soccer player, not a superhero. I mean, most heroes where I'm from wear like, capes and goggles, among other things. But you're--I dunno. Kind of more normal.
[tara, you have no idea what normal is. she peers towards the food, watering eyes now protected by her own goggles, before reaching out and pointing at a spice that looks particularly interesting.]
[Not a superhero, huh...? He'd agree with her, though maybe not so blatantly at the moment. She has no idea just how right she is. No part of his appearance has ever meant 'hero.' It means emperor of the field, or a precision instrument, someone who can see they way to cut straight through the opposition's weak points. It means so many things... but that someone could think it means 'hero' is still almost wishful thinking. Hero can describe the team he belongs to, but he's a little separate. Just the guide to that path, no matter how much he wishes he could step further into the light.
But he'll leave that topic to his ongoing internal monologue, brooding over it in peace. No need getting into that. She's moved close enough he doesn't even have to tilt his head to see where her hand is going, meaning she is far closer than she needs to be to his workstation.]
It's turmeric.
[.... and that's it? Really? Apparently, yes. He's not going to be here identifying what turmeric does. Instead, he's adding these onions to the pan to start sauteeing while he works on ginger root next. He's a little rushing this, but it'll work out.]
Please don't reach over things with unwashed hands.
[huh. seems weird, to be honest, but whatever. she'll eat literally. anything.]
I showered, so, shouldn't my hands be kind of washed?
[she's pretty sure that counts. it's not like she's been touching nonsense all over the place; around these guys, she feels out of place. awkward, and tense. they don't like her. they should; she's good at getting people to like her, normally. of course, talking back probably isn't the right way to get him to like her.]
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Date: 2017-05-24 06:53 pm (UTC)'But with these, my field of vision is narrowed.'
'Oh, really?'
Kidou's eyebrows dip down just a little. His hand pauses, then continues to work on prep as if nothing happened, and any fleeting shadow is gone as quickly as it came. It's not a question that many people ask him, and it's a question that he's never answered, not once. It won't be a question he answers here, either; but the substitute answer he'll give is with a forced smile. It's a lot harder to be read that way.
With his eyes hidden, who'd ever know the difference?]
You could say they're my trademark.
[Or that he's brushing off the question as airily as possible.]
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Date: 2017-05-24 08:33 pm (UTC)[tara, you have no idea what normal is. she peers towards the food, watering eyes now protected by her own goggles, before reaching out and pointing at a spice that looks particularly interesting.]
Never seen that before.
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Date: 2017-05-24 08:46 pm (UTC)But he'll leave that topic to his ongoing internal monologue, brooding over it in peace. No need getting into that. She's moved close enough he doesn't even have to tilt his head to see where her hand is going, meaning she is far closer than she needs to be to his workstation.]
It's turmeric.
[.... and that's it? Really? Apparently, yes. He's not going to be here identifying what turmeric does. Instead, he's adding these onions to the pan to start sauteeing while he works on ginger root next. He's a little rushing this, but it'll work out.]
Please don't reach over things with unwashed hands.
[Or at all. Don't do that at all is even better.]
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Date: 2017-05-25 12:25 am (UTC)[huh. seems weird, to be honest, but whatever. she'll eat literally. anything.]
I showered, so, shouldn't my hands be kind of washed?
[she's pretty sure that counts. it's not like she's been touching nonsense all over the place; around these guys, she feels out of place. awkward, and tense. they don't like her. they should; she's good at getting people to like her, normally. of course, talking back probably isn't the right way to get him to like her.]