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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:14 pm
"Don't worry, I'm sure they have several in stock for just such an occasion," of that, Rin was very certain. Though she could not avoid the morbid curiosity, "- and what the hell is a pip?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:20 pm
"Why the ******** would they keep pink aprons in stock for some sadistic woman to like make an idiot of her "friend"? " he shrugged.
"And I dunno what a pip is. I just know that like. It means it gives me the err..the balk? It makes me want to throw up. I ******** hate it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:25 pm
"You'd be amazed how many dares and bets they are involved in," she offered helpfully before turning to offer him a real smile - small, feeble, but real.
"Well, you aren't vomiting on my sandwich I'm telling you that right now, so what about mustard? Doesn't make you pip, balk or polly wolly doodle all day?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:33 pm
He returned the smile but his was hesitant, not sure what to make of the situation.
Again that strangled fury threatened to uncurl. He was acutely aware he was surrounded by Americans and the subtle language barrier was something he tended to run into at awkward moments. He didn't appreciate fun being prodded at him in the least and didn't feel comfortable enough to take it from her in a friendly sense.
But again he resisted, drawing a sort of tranquillity from the idea this was something he had to do.
"I dunno, I've never tasted mustard I guess. So no, it doesn't gross me out." That was the right term wasn't it? "I figured you'd be like, more reasonable, but... " He trailed off with a heavy shrug.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:39 pm
"Nope, sorry. I'd like to think a bit of humility performed in front of me should be the least of your worries right now," Rin offered softly before moving to re-open the door.
She stood in the open doorway and turned to look his way again, "I'm hungry already."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:48 pm
He froze. "What? You want me to do it like, right now?"
What if there were people around? How could he even explain any of this s**t?
"I.." He didn't want to do it, it went against, flat against everything that he hated, she had to know that. He'd ranted about women enough to her. But he couldn't ruin this, he had to get it over with and apologise, no matter how ******** awful it was.
Afterwards it could be him who held a grudge against her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:55 pm
"Yeah, why not?" she raised a brow at him, not entirely getting his inner turmoil. As far as she could tell, this was going to be the true test. He'd never make a human being anything edible, especially not unless he was really truly sorry and it wasn't as though she planned to sit back and watch. No, she had another slightly less bitchy thing in mind for him really. But she lingered in the doorway now. Waiting.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:01 pm
He hesitated. Because I don't want to somehow didn't sound mature enough to cut it.
"Fine." he said, looking grim and wandered over to stand next to her in the door. "Lead the ******** way before I change my mind."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:09 pm
"Gladly," Rin led the way out, pausing to lock her bedroom door before heading on ahead to lead the man first to grab a pink apron from the quartermaster - the pinkest and the frilliest before heading into the kitchen where she promptly offered him said apron.
"The moment of truth."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:29 pm
He took the apron and eyed it with distinct loathing. A ********> emblem of womanhood. Everything he hated, everything that stood directly in opposition to masculine dominance. Pink only worked when you were an immovable badass who wore it like it didn't even matter. He couldn't wear pink the way Harrison did, he was fragile and easily derided.
He bet his mother had never worn one of these. She failed even at keeping to the ideal.
The temptation was there to just dig in his heels and tell her no, if she wanted him to do things to prove his apology, she was just taking advantage. He wanted to just get out of it. But he couldn't. Because he had to do this.
He put the thing on, or tried, it was impossible to tie behind him. He couldn't even put on a ******** woman's garment, great.
He sighed forlornly and just hoped that she'd help him and end this goddamn suffering.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:35 pm
Rin promptly moved over to tie him up and then point, "There is bread in that box. I'll fetch the Plates."
She turned to fish around in a cupboard and retrieve from it plates, "The other stuff is in the fridge," and then she pulled out a drawer and grabbed two knives from it. Not sharp or pointed but rather rounded and blunt.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:48 pm
He was somewhere pretty far into abject distress, staring a million miles away as she tied up the apron. For anyone else it was just a stupid apron, for him it was a whole lot more than that, and he was struggling an enormous amount to convince himself it was just a pink frilly bit of fabric and nothing else. It was like the boobs all over again, not sure how he was meant to behave, if because he'd conceded this he was meant to somehow like having to do this s**t, if he was even allowed to object now he'd given the nod and was essentially the woman.
He felt dizzy and vaguely ill.
A mental sigh. <Honestly.>
The words in his head jarred him out of his grinding halt and he robotically ambled over to get the bread, picking up two slices, two was right right? He wasn't even ******** sure how much bread went into sandwiches, he just ate the damn things, he didn't think about them. He threw them onto the worktop haphazardly and turned on his heel to amble with that same robotic gait over to the fridge, opening ******** hell there was a lot of s**t in it. What the ******** was half this stuff? Did you put eggs on a sandwich? What in the name of ******** were even half of the vegetables in the bottom tray? Did people actually eat this stuff?
"Help."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:53 pm
Rin turned to set down two plates and frowned at the two slices of bread. It wasn't going to be enough. She placed the two on one of the plates and headed over to grab a second pair of slices and place them on the other, it was about now she could swear she heard a fly fart. But it wasn't a fly farting, no, it was the most pitiful little call for help she'd ever heard and soon she was sidled right up next to Rep.
"Haven't you ever made a sandwich before?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:59 pm
His voice was less his usual arrogant snarl and more a plaintive wheedle. "Naw. I just bought them out of the shop. They have names on them and you just open them and eat them, you don't need to choose what goes on them."
He pointed at the fridge. It didn't look like his fridge back home, which had mostly been booze and microwavable things at best. Possibly a forgotten left over pizza or two. And sometimes shoes, the rare times it was warm outside.
"What is all this s**t. Can't you just pick?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 9:02 pm
"I... already did pick?" she pointed at a creamy yellow bottle, "That's mustard," and then at a drawer, "all the sliced meats and cheeses are in there?"
She softly urged, "Open it and I'm sure you'll be a bit surprised the variety you'll find that you just can't get pre-fab at a gas station."
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