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May I request 41? :D
It’s not as good as my mom’s.
Tooru took them out for lunch that day. Mahiru, being only five, asked for the only thing he understood on the menu his uncle read to him; curry with chunks of carrot and meat, served on fine, white rice.
His mother laughed when he said it. She taught him how to make it that night, and he slowly, carefully chopped vegetables as she talked of how to soften the meat and when to add the carrots. That memory is one of his favourites.
It’s not as good as my mom’s.
He’s fifteen now, and doesn’t go out to eat anymore. The apartment is silent save for the bubbling pot on his stove, in which chunks of carrot and meat slowly turn as he stirs, frowning at the brown sludge they’re swimming in.
He never quite managed to make it taste like hers, no matter how well she taught him. But it’s close enough to make him think of her and the brighter spots in their life, so he cooks it again and again, and eats it alone by the kitchen table, and gives it away to everyone in need of a warm bowl of curry to feel a little less alone.
Years later, loneliness is but a distant shadow in his mind. He’s taken out for lunch again – he forgot the occasion but doesn’t mind all that much. Kuro is there, too; and Sakuya, and every other friend he ever made in all that time.
“It’s not as good as Mahiru’s.”
It’s Kuro who says it, to Sakuya who nods sagely in agreement. There’s curry on his plate, with chunks of carrot and meat, served on fine, white rice.
It’s an offhand remark, met with murmurs of agreement around the table before the conversation moves on. Mahiru allows himself to stay in that little, golden moment for just a second longer.
It’s comforting, in a way he never felt before.
#41 “Comfort Food” from this lovely list of prompts
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Horsies in the Plex if Roxy is a horse lover before she knows they've ever existed here is really good honestly. She's off exploring, finding random horse themed things and immediately drops what she's doing to run over to Vanessa with it like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!" cause Vanessa also likes horsies and is the reason Roxy likes them so much in the first place.
Like it starts with a prop horseshoe or something. Then she's finding plushies and building a little collection of them, making sure to give Vanessa one every time she finds a new one. Then she finds a random ass saddle or a bunch of prop hay bales or something. A bridle. Some bit pieces. A harness for a wagon. The wagon itself. Horse action figures. Whatever else. She's been excited about every single thing she's found so far and wonders how much more there is to find...
Opens a new storage room door and she finds actual fucking horses. Deactivated, dusty as hell, animatronic horsies.
Fucking grabs Vanessa and takes off running into areas Vanessa is absolutely not allowed to be in at all to show her all the horsies sndjjd like "VANESSAA!!! THERE'S HORSES!!!! NESSA HORSES ARE REAL!!! THEY REALLY EXIST NESSA LOOOOK!!!!"
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