[Mikleo comes out when he hears Sorey's exclamation. Fortunately, he's just finished setting up dinner: saba shioyaki as the main dish with a small salad, a clear, broth soup, a meat and potato stew, and brown rice as side dishes.
Seeing his boyfriend's expression, his own softens into affection and fondness. The older man immediately goes to Sorey's side, hugging him around his waist so that he doesn't disturb the kitten, and kisses his cheek gently.]
Welcome home. I see you've already met your kitten. She's part rag doll, by the way, so she's gonna get pretty big and she'll like being picked up.
[Sounds like the perfect kind of cat for Sorey, to be honest.]
She's also been spayed and vaccinated already, so we don't have to worry about that. She just needs a name.
[He's leaving that to his partner, since she's his pet.]
[He hugs Mikleo back with his one free arm. The ridiculousness of crying over a kitten has not escaped him; now he's laughing and crying at the same time.]
Thank you so much. Thank you. Feeding me all day and then I come home to this... I-I'm really happy, I promise, I'm just-- [a giggle-sob] -- I keep leaking.
[He sniffles anyway and tries to wipe his tears on something that is not the cat. When he opens his eyes again, they're green and bright.]
We should come up with a name together! We're her new parents, after all.
[Mikleo feels his heart melting at his poor boyfriend having a minor meltdown over the kitten. He reaches up to help wipe off his eyes and kisses his cheek again.]
Aw, Sorey, you're welcome. I was honestly terrified that Noah was going to ruin your birthday present.
[The man smiles up at the brunet and then gives the kitten some affectionate scritches under her neck.]
Well, then let's talk about it while we eat. She's got food laid out for her already. It didn't seem fair to make her wait.
Noah? But-- ... oh. Ohhhh. At the charity ball, when he was trying to push me to adopt... Oh my gosh, I had no idea. [He leans over and kisses Mikleo's cheek right back.]
Sounds good. I'm starving. [He lets the kitten down gently so she can continue exploring the house. The dinner spread is super impressive, there's no getting around that. He lets out a low whistle as he slides into his chair.]
Saba? And stew on top of that? If you keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna blow up like a balloon. I'll have to commute by rolling to work!
[He looks down at his food, chopsticks poised halfway in the air. His green eyes are the size of dinner plates.]
You made mochi?!
[He almost wants to skip dinner entirely, but that would be rude considering how much work Mikleo put into it.]
Are you a wizard? My mom's showed me like ten times, but I always messed it up. How am I supposed to eat fish when there's mochi somewhere? [He sits up a bit. Are they in the kitchen or out here? He might steal one if they are.]
[He's about to drool-- he's pretty sure of it. It takes serious willpower to sit back down and look at his mackerel, which is fucking delicious, but it's not mochi... He'll tide himself over for now by attacking this stew instead.]
Okay, okay. I'll behave for now, but no promises for later.
[Sorey gently sets his chopsticks aside. He is also finished, but that's no surprise. He was hungry and also it was freaking delicious.]
Branwen it is. [His eyes practically sparkle as he smiles at Mikleo, and then he goes looking for the cat.] Kitty! Here, kitty kitty! You need to learn your name!
[That leaves Mikleo to fetch dessert, but that's probably fine. In the meantime, Sorey's scooting around on his hands and knees for any sign of the kitten.]
[Mikleo laughs as Sorey bolts to find their kitten. He cleans up the table and puts the dishes into the washer. Only then does the older man start getting out the glasses and alcohol so that he can mix some drinks, setting them on the table.
He digs into the freezer and takes out the mochi. There's...an actual gallon tub full of them, so this should last a little while.]
Hey, Sorey, I've got your birthday mochi out, if you want some right now.
[Mikleo sounds amused. He's pretty sure that'll get Sorey running like the kitten when she hears the word "food."]
[Sorey straightens immediately, which proves to be a bad idea as he hits his head on the endtable. THUMP.] Ow! Uhh, I-I'm coming! [He scrambles to his feet.] And I'm okay!
[The cat wanders out of some hole she's decided to sleep in for the past few minutes, making Sorey feel rather foolish. The cat wasn't even back there. Damn it. He rubs at the back of his head as he comes to the table again... and promptly drops his arm to his side.]
... Are those real? Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. They look like something out of a magazine! How can I eat them? I want to eat them. Mikleo, can I? Can I, pleeeeease?
[That thump he hears gets him walking to see what Sorey just did to himself. Mikleo eyes him suspiciously when his boyfriend enters the kitchen.]
Are you sure you're all right? That sounded pretty bad.
[Ugh, but it's hard to keep frowning when the brunet is acting like a puppy presented with his favorite treat. Jesus Christ.]
You have to save some for me and you're not allowed to eat more than half the tub. Otherwise, it's fair game.
[Mikleo kisses his cheek and goes to start mixing the two of them some drinks. He starts off with making a White Rabbit cocktail. When he's done, he sets the glass down in front of Sorey while taking the other one for himself.]
This is called a White Rabbit cocktail. It's got some vodka in it, but I put in a lot less than normal for yours. I figure you should probably work you're way up to having what it actually calls for.
I'm fine, I'm fine! [He doesn't want to delay the Mochi-ing any longer. But, gosh, he looks like he's about to pick Mikleo up and whirl him around. He's that happy.]
Thank you! Thank you so much!
[Despite his insatiable hunger, he takes one of the wagashi delicately in his hand and he only eats a small part of it at first. He wants to savor these, not get sick off them and puke them up. That would not be a good way to spend his birthday-- even his 21st. He's not that kind of guy.
He moans rather inappropriately at the sweet vanilla taste and closes his eyes. Give him a minute, he's in heaven.]
Mikleo, you need to try one of these. They're incredible. Best thing I've ever eaten-- don't tell my mom.
[He leans over to look at the cocktails. After a moment, he picks up the glass and gives it a sniff.]
I don't think this is on the Cabin 11 menu. Looks yummy, though. [The alcohol smells less strong than the drinks he's made at work. He tilts it back and takes a big sip, unafraid of anything that Mikleo could make.]
Oh! This is good! [It tastes more like vanilla than vodka. The sweetness drowns out the sharpness of the alcohol, which he severely appreciates.] ... What if I just drank this whole thing...?
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Seeing his boyfriend's expression, his own softens into affection and fondness. The older man immediately goes to Sorey's side, hugging him around his waist so that he doesn't disturb the kitten, and kisses his cheek gently.]
Welcome home. I see you've already met your kitten. She's part rag doll, by the way, so she's gonna get pretty big and she'll like being picked up.
[Sounds like the perfect kind of cat for Sorey, to be honest.]
She's also been spayed and vaccinated already, so we don't have to worry about that. She just needs a name.
[He's leaving that to his partner, since she's his pet.]
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Thank you so much. Thank you. Feeding me all day and then I come home to this... I-I'm really happy, I promise, I'm just-- [a giggle-sob] -- I keep leaking.
[He sniffles anyway and tries to wipe his tears on something that is not the cat. When he opens his eyes again, they're green and bright.]
We should come up with a name together! We're her new parents, after all.
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Aw, Sorey, you're welcome. I was honestly terrified that Noah was going to ruin your birthday present.
[The man smiles up at the brunet and then gives the kitten some affectionate scritches under her neck.]
Well, then let's talk about it while we eat. She's got food laid out for her already. It didn't seem fair to make her wait.
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Sounds good. I'm starving. [He lets the kitten down gently so she can continue exploring the house. The dinner spread is super impressive, there's no getting around that. He lets out a low whistle as he slides into his chair.]
Saba? And stew on top of that? If you keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna blow up like a balloon. I'll have to commute by rolling to work!
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[He looks smug as he tilts his head into the kiss. It's deserved, all things considered!
Mikleo sits down as well, smirking at Sorey.]
I dunno, I think you need a little more meat on those bones. Heaven knows you have a black hole for a stomach, anyway.
[The pale-haired man helps himself to some food before adding:]
I've made some sakura wagashi, too, for when you want to try any drinks. They'll take the bite out if it's too strong for your liking.
[He's really proud of how they turned out.]
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You made mochi?!
[He almost wants to skip dinner entirely, but that would be rude considering how much work Mikleo put into it.]
Are you a wizard? My mom's showed me like ten times, but I always messed it up. How am I supposed to eat fish when there's mochi somewhere? [He sits up a bit. Are they in the kitchen or out here? He might steal one if they are.]
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Not just any mochi. I filled them with vanilla ice cream, and I made the outside a light vanilla flavor, too.
[He can't contain his grin, though. This is adorable, even if the compliments are making him blush.]
After dinner, Sorey. I made sure there was enough to not spoil dessert.
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[He's about to drool-- he's pretty sure of it. It takes serious willpower to sit back down and look at his mackerel, which is fucking delicious, but it's not mochi... He'll tide himself over for now by attacking this stew instead.]
Okay, okay. I'll behave for now, but no promises for later.
[He laughs, then goes back to eating.]
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Fair enough.
[He takes a few more bites before continuing.]
By the way, what kind of names were you thinking of for our cat?
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Sorey is already halfway through his fish when Mikleo speaks up again. He chews thoughtfully and swallows before answering.]
What about Eleanor? Like Eleanor of Aquitaine. A queen's name would make sense for a cat, don't you think?
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Mm, maybe. I like the sound of it, but let's run through a couple other names before we decide on Eleanor.
[Give him a moment....]
Maybe Bast, the cat goddess?
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I can't really see Bast as a calico, though... Maybe if she was black all over, or a sphinx?
If we're going with goddesses there's a bunch to choose from. Like Áine, or Ceridwen-- ah, and Freyja too.
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Brighid might be nice, or Branwen if we want to go with something from Arthurian legend.
[Please don't name the cat Morgan. She might turn evil on them in that case.]
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[They're not going to name the cat Morgan. But Sorey grins a bit and suggests it anyway.]
Or we could name her Morgan, and then her last name could be Le Fay...
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[He's so proud of you, Sorey.
Up until the brunet suggests Morgan Le Fay. Mikleo gives him a flat look.]
Are you trying to imply that you want to have my surname? Or is this another way of saying I'm catty?
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Uhhhhh-- i-it would rhyme at least? Sorey Le Fay, haha!
[... ANYWAY.]
Seriously though, Morgan's just asking for trouble. There's a bunch of different forms of Branwen we could use, too, like Brangaine, or Brangwin...
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Hmmm, well, I guess Sorey Lefay does have a nice ring to it.
[He's dying on the inside. Holy shit, moving on—!]
Yeah, it really is. But do we really want to do that to the poor vet who has to enter than information in and then read it aloud?
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Haha, you have a point! I know I've seen Brangwin as a last name before. Branwen sounds nice though.
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Then, if you like Branwen, we can stick with that. Unless you're still partial to Eleanor?
[He shrugs lightly.]
I don't mind either one.
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Branwen it is. [His eyes practically sparkle as he smiles at Mikleo, and then he goes looking for the cat.] Kitty! Here, kitty kitty! You need to learn your name!
[That leaves Mikleo to fetch dessert, but that's probably fine. In the meantime, Sorey's scooting around on his hands and knees for any sign of the kitten.]
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He digs into the freezer and takes out the mochi. There's...an actual gallon tub full of them, so this should last a little while.]
Hey, Sorey, I've got your birthday mochi out, if you want some right now.
[Mikleo sounds amused. He's pretty sure that'll get Sorey running like the kitten when she hears the word "food."]
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[The cat wanders out of some hole she's decided to sleep in for the past few minutes, making Sorey feel rather foolish. The cat wasn't even back there. Damn it. He rubs at the back of his head as he comes to the table again... and promptly drops his arm to his side.]
... Are those real? Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. They look like something out of a magazine! How can I eat them? I want to eat them. Mikleo, can I? Can I, pleeeeease?
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Are you sure you're all right? That sounded pretty bad.
[Ugh, but it's hard to keep frowning when the brunet is acting like a puppy presented with his favorite treat. Jesus Christ.]
You have to save some for me and you're not allowed to eat more than half the tub. Otherwise, it's fair game.
[Mikleo kisses his cheek and goes to start mixing the two of them some drinks. He starts off with making a White Rabbit cocktail. When he's done, he sets the glass down in front of Sorey while taking the other one for himself.]
This is called a White Rabbit cocktail. It's got some vodka in it, but I put in a lot less than normal for yours. I figure you should probably work you're way up to having what it actually calls for.
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Thank you! Thank you so much!
[Despite his insatiable hunger, he takes one of the wagashi delicately in his hand and he only eats a small part of it at first. He wants to savor these, not get sick off them and puke them up. That would not be a good way to spend his birthday-- even his 21st. He's not that kind of guy.
He moans rather inappropriately at the sweet vanilla taste and closes his eyes. Give him a minute, he's in heaven.]
Mikleo, you need to try one of these. They're incredible. Best thing I've ever eaten-- don't tell my mom.
[He leans over to look at the cocktails. After a moment, he picks up the glass and gives it a sniff.]
I don't think this is on the Cabin 11 menu. Looks yummy, though. [The alcohol smells less strong than the drinks he's made at work. He tilts it back and takes a big sip, unafraid of anything that Mikleo could make.]
Oh! This is good! [It tastes more like vanilla than vodka. The sweetness drowns out the sharpness of the alcohol, which he severely appreciates.] ... What if I just drank this whole thing...?
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I won't tell her, especially not after that escaping your mouth.
[He takes a sip of his drink to try distracting himself. Then, he tries one of the mochi and smiles a bit in satisfaction.]
I guess they are pretty good. And, no, it's not on the menu there. I did a bit of experimenting on my own after looking up some recipes online.
[Mikleo laughs at that.]
Feel free to! This is just a warm up, which says a lot about the vanilla liquor mixed drinks I found.
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