Sugar, spice, and everything nice? | Rin + Ayano
☩—- Other than lazing around and doing absolutely nothing, there was one thing for certain Rin could do. He loved to cook, and he was rather good at it. Growing up, all of his family had told him he had a talent for cooking, all them always complimenting the meals he cooked. It was one of the childhood memories he cherished, although there were a lot of good one, the ones he spent cooking while his father watched him were the ones he adored. So in the situation he was placed in, the anxiety levels threatened to break him, seeing no familiar faces made him fear for the worst.
☩—- So of course when the anxiety levels peak, Rin found himself in the kitchen, where he was at peace the most. For once he was thankful to be here because back at home he never had access to these ingredients and it was incredible. He contemplated using some extravagant ones, ones he couldn't even pronounce, but went against it as he just wanted to make simple comfort foods. 'Comfort foods' as in a simple sew with potatoes, biscuits and meat inside of it. A growing guy had to have his meat, you know?
☩—- Rin was so immersed in his cooking that be barely noticed anyone entering the kitchen, stirring the boiling pot of seasoned water quietly, his tail swishing behind him in a content fashion. The demon set his spoon down, and turned the boiler off. As he turned around, he only just then noticed the girl standing there, feeling his cheeks flare up as he realized she'd probably been there for a while. “A-am I hogging anythin'? I'm almost done, so I won't be long!”