the last few days have been quite … interesting. the little shop that jun found himself living in as a guest was nothing like his last ‘ home ‘. blue, that was apparently his name, was also nothing like anyone he ever met before. jun thought he was harmless, but there were also times jun didn’t know how he survived this long by himself, like all the times he accidentally killed himself putting the wrong ingredient in a potion. blue told him about someone he called teacher, who used to live there but didn’t anymore. jun didn’t know what happened to him, but he hoped he didn’t come back any time soon. revealing himself to blue was already a risk, he didn’t need any more unpredictable factors. what he needed was to leave soon.
days turned to weeks though, and he was still here. oh and he was cooking, or trying to. blue was incompetent taking care of himself, as the thing constantly reminded them, but he never ratted jun out. yet. so jun thought he needed to start pulling his weight before blue threw him out before he got a decent plan together on what to do next.
it wasn’t working so far though. his stew was floating with little black charred pieces he kept scraping from the bottom of the pot and the scent had a sour note. damn. and just his luck, he heard the door to the apartment starting to open. he panicked and shouted. “don’t come in yet!”
so! several things he learned about his new temporary housemate: he was neat, he was quiet, and he had sharp teeth, and he often worried his bottom lip between them and looked very intently into the distance, like he was waging an inner war with himself. blue sometimes caught him whispering (or whisper-shouting) to himself. it was all very interesting, and perhaps would have also been frightening if blue wasn’t fascinated.
with humans encroaching on their neighborhood, the others in the community were often moving away; for the same reason, no one really moved in anymore. teacher used to tell him stories about when there wasn’t a human in sight, and there were still trees, and the trees talked, but when blue first opened his eyes to the light, the world was already like this: very loud, very crowded, and yet somehow still very lonely.
even if jun hated him or was apathetic to him or just used his room and board and never spoke to him in the day or even looked at him, his presence was still a welcome addition to the shop, filling a silence that blue had scarcely noticed until he arrived. edgar disliked the hellion, but blue was sure he would come around, as would the crybaby walls that liked to groan whenever he was around. (it was like none of teacher’s manners rubbed off on them!)
usually he came home to jun squirreled away in his room, but today, there seemed to be an occasion. blue unlocked the door that separated the shop from the apartment above and began toeing his shoes off, only to sniff something burnt. not a moment later, he heard jun’s shout.
“what’s happening?!” he yelped, stumbling as he dashed for the kitchen. “is there a fire? step aside--” he was already chanting the spell as he crossed the open threshold to the kitchen. there was a distant rumble of thunder, and then a trickle: when he stepped foot in the kitchen, the ceiling was raining.
there...was no fire. “jun?” he blinked, feeling the rain soaking rapidly into his hair and clothes. yet he couldn’t move, dumbstruck by the sight of jun standing in front of the stove with a...pot? “what’re you doing?”
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