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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout april
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: april catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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[adornmental]

Wow, another one? [MUTSU GETTIN ON HIS ADOPTING GAME THIS ROUND. Kashuu's mildly impressed...]

Good to meet you, I guess. I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu. [A little nod in return! He glances back over toward the microwave and, once it's sufficiently cleaned, will do his best to put the door back into place. It's a questionably successful endeavor.]

It's fine, it's fine. Y'know, as far as first meetings can go here, this actually isn't bad. [Thanks for that, CERES!] A-ny-way! What were you trying to make again? We can make you another cup on the stove. I'll have one too. [So they don't dirty up a pot just for one cup and all.]

[dishevelment]

It's good to meet you, Sir Kashuu-- and thank you for the help with getting this clean.

[It wasn't perfect-- not with the microwaver in the state that it was in, but it would have to do until morning.]

I was trying to make a drink I tried once in my travels around the continent. The locals traditionally referred to it as 'golden milk' and it was a common remedy for many different ailments. Since the ingredients are primarily milk, honey, and turmeric root, I thought I could make something similar to what they made in that city.

[adornmental]

[Waving a hand at that!!]

Just Kashuu is fine. "Sir" isn't cute at all, right? [And that's the most important part... THAT SAID:]

Hm, hm - well, we've definitely got honey and milk here. You didn't use up all the turmeric, right? Just tell me the measurements or gimme a guesstimate and I'll show you how to use the stove so you can do it the next time you want some.

[And with that, he'll start to rummage around for a new pot, two mugs, and the ingredients if they haven't been left out.]

[dishevelment]

[This person....

Would be excellent friends with Kouha.

Reaching up to rub the back of his head uneasily, he cast a look around at the remains of the mess instead of Kashuu.]

Honestly, I was guessing from the start. I never learned the measurements-- typically I don't visit the kitchens.

[It was partly because he was too busy to, but also partly because he didn't think to eat half of the time.]

[adornmental]

[imagine that duo, they'd wreak havoc on the poor city.

THIS BUM, THOUGH... Kashuu gives him A Look™, but he can't judge too hard, honestly, considering he couldn't eat until about a year ago.]

Then I guess we'll just have to do our best to guess. The turmeric probably wasn't a super strong flavor in it, right? How sweet was it?

[dishevelment]

[Look at him like that all you wanted, Koumei was well acquainted with such sentiments from his brother-- albeit less politely, and more violently.]

Fairly sweet, from the honey. The turmeric was there to give body and color to the drink-- it's quite subtle, but very effective.

[adornmental]

[That's enough to work with! Or at least enough to get a vague estimate that's probably workable...]

All right! You can just taste test a little and we'll add more stuff.

[The milk is poured into the pan, then, and Kashuu adds just a little turmeric and honey. They can always add more but they can't take excess away...]

What're you drinking it for, anyway? [Since he said it was for ailments!] Stomachache?

[dishevelment]

Something like that...

[There was a dull ache underneath his ribs that hadn't yet gone away, and flared up from time to time. A remnant of a wound that should be there, Koumei knew-- but it wasn't the real problem.

He was worried about something he couldn't do anything about, and it was something that he coulnd't be comfortable with.]

[adornmental]

[He glances back briefly, but Kashuu isn't the sort of person who presses, so that answer just gets a nod.]

Maybe you could try something with ginger in it later, too. I heard that stuff's great for soothing all kinds of issues.

[After a little while of stirring, he'll gesture Koumei forward.]

Here - use the spoon and try some.

[dishevelment]

[Kashuu's discretion is appreciated. Perhaps one day Koumei would explain his circumstances to the others, but not in the middle of the night while standing before the wreckage of what was once a microwave.]

I've heard the same-- we frequently use it at home, and there's nothing quite like a hot cup of ginger tea on a snowy day.

[Delicately spooning up some of the liquid, Koumei gave it a try...]

This'll do.

[It wasn't perfect, but the warmth and the subtle flavors were soothing enough as they were.]

[adornmental]

I'll have to try it sometime! I don't think I've had ginger tea yet.

[Still so many new flavors to test out...! One can only eat so much in the few months that he's had a human body, after all.

He'll nod at the approval though, giving the pot another stir. Steam rises from the surface in slow coils but it's not bubbling yet, so none of the ingredients will burn; Kashuu takes the pot from the burner and starts pouring into the mugs.]

Good, good. It smells nice. Kinda comforting!

[dishevelment]

I think that's part of it's point. To be comforting.

[He had read about the antiseptic qualities of both turmeric and honey, and how certain folk tales posited that turmeric could help balance the flow of Magoi in the body, but the details were just that. Details.

The scent of it was one that was foreign to Kou, but it was strangely comforting in it's exotic nature.]

[adornmental]

It'll probably do a good job, in that case.

[With the drinks poured, Kashuu holds one out.]

Here! It should be hot enough, but be careful not to burn your tongue. [Just because this guy seems like the kind of person who needs that reminder...]

[dishevelment]

Thank you for the help, Sir Kashuu.

[He accepted the warmed drink with a grateful bob of his head, glad to have had help in both the clean up and preparation of the drink. The golden color and subtle scent of it alone was enough to evoke memory of a time that was a little more simple...and, eyes closed, he took a sip.

It wasn't much, but it was everything that he had imagined the drink to be.]

[adornmental]

[Kashuu waits first to see that the drink is satisfactory for Koumei before taking a sip of his own. It's nice - not too sweet, but with a full-bodied flavor. He nods once approvingly.]

Not bad! I could totally see why this is popular.

[dishevelment]

[The subtlty of the flavor was why Koumei wanted to try to recreate it. The gentleness of the drink was far more desireable than the discomforts of his own thought processes.]

I'm glad you do. It's not something I indulge in often, but it's always a pleasant change of pace.

[adornmental]

Next time, you should try hot chocolate! Haruji makes the best.

[A little, bright smile is offered. Sharing drinks is nice, and sharing good drinks is even better, right?]

[dishevelment]

[Sharing good drinks was always a good thing.]

'Haruji.' You mean Mister Kure Haru, right?

[adornmental]

Right! Haruji's my master. [Haruji, aruji... Not that Koumei would know the word aruji in the first place BUT STILL. Dumb puns, ah.]

He summoned all of us.

[dishevelment]

[He wouldn't know regardless. There was no differentiation between 'Japanese', 'English', 'Arabic' or any other languages in his world. It was a noted oddity, that they were all united by the same tongue.

The pun was lost on him, but the description helped clarify things.]

Ah, the Magi, [He murmured, half to himself.] Sir Mutsu told me a little about him. Only good things, to be sure!

[adornmental]

Duh! [He might pull on Mutsu's metaphoric tail all of the time, but even Kashuu can acknowledge that he's a loyal sword. He loves Haru a lot! Clearly the only things he could say would be words of praise! But he's not going to say any of that out loud, so instead:]

Haruji's a great person, so there're only good things to say.

[dishevelment]

[A smile spread across Koumei's face.]

Such dedication and loyalty speaks volumes about his character as a man. I can't imagine him being anything less than a well-liked person.

[adornmental]

[Kashuu couldn't either, but his bias is Enormous.]

You'll get to meet him yourself soon if you're gonna be sticking around, so you can see firsthand!

[dishevelment]

[Bias is a well understood concept-- and, in this case, well founded too.]

I hope so. Meeting people like him is a rare honor-- and I must properly thank him for allowing me to stay here.

[adornmental]

He gets up pretty early most days, so if you head over to the first set of apartments, he'll probably be in the kitchen!

[Yes, good, the more people who meet Haru the better!]