I wish we were all rose-colored too [closed]

[foxwitted]

WHO: Giant Matsuoka Cuddlepile
WHERE: Ichiro and Marcell’s house
WHEN: July 9th (7/9)
WHAT: A belated celebration with a lot of meat.
WARNINGS: Dad Jokes.



[The official holiday may have been last weekend, but for some people, the holiday weekend wasn’t much of a holiday. So, all of the traditional activities (sans the fireworks) have been postponed to this weekend instead! Let us all rejoice, and partake of that sacred family bonding activity:

Grilling meat and then eating it in vast quantities.]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[Ichirou had a busy few days anyway so this is good.

They don't have the biggest backyard, but there's plenty of room for everyone they'd want here, and they have a nice charcoal grill, so Ichirou is doing the Dad Thing and manning it, complete with a really stupid apron that says 'Hot Stuff'.]

It'll still be a bit before anything is done, but nobody run off.

If you do it might be a missed steak.

[foxwitted]

...Did.

Did you just.

[SHE IS IN AWE.]

[wherethewildthingsare]

I didn't do anything.

[He has to restrain a smirk as he pats salt onto said steaks.]

[foxwitted]

Yes you did.

[HOLY SHIT A DAD JOKE LIVE IN THE WILD

THIS IS AWESOME.]

[foxwitted]

[Hikaru, for her part, isn't actually super familiar with this holiday beyond the abstract. But she understands it's about obscene amounts of food and hanging out with the Matsuokas, so she kidnapped her roommate and came on over. Currently, she's sprawled out in a lawn chair, blowing bubbles out of some quarter-store bubble solution. She has also brought frisbees, hackysacks, and a volleyball, not that she is good with any single one of these activities.

Also, marshmellows. She's considering how best to commandeer the grill for those, tho.]

[thorninyourheart]

[speaking of kidnapped roommates...]

Don't light anything on fire. [soft. pointed.] And could you give me more than twenty minutes warning next time you drag me somewhere? [even more pointed]

[foxwitted]

I'm not going to light anything on fire.

[She blows bubbles directly at Myca.]

If I gave you more than five minutes you'd escape and we both know it.

[thorninyourheart]

You could have fooled me. [languidly going to flick their hand, just enough to fan the bubbles away from them.] Me, run in these heels? That's the best joke I've heard all day.

[fairhands]

[ Marcell can be seen bring out all the marinated meat from the kitchen in trays. He has his hair tied back and also an apron, though fortunately it's just plain and striped rather than one with something silly like 'Hot Stuff'. He really seems busy given that he's fussing around helping Ichirou cook and then set up the plates and everything... ]

[wherethewildthingsare]

Dear.

You're doing the thing.

[Scold scold scold.]

[fairhands]

What thing?

[ Let him fuss and busy himself, okay. ]

[wherethewildthingsare]

You flitter around like a hummingbird.

[foxwitted]

...Um.

Do...you need some help, Mr. Matsuoka?

[You don't look like you're having that much fun, sir.]

[fairhands]

Oh, no. I'm fine.

[ It would be rude to make the guests help? They're here to have fun? ]

[thorninyourheart]

[Myca had planned to get more work done on their comps reading list as well as some other things, and had only barely paid attention to Hikaru's cheerful plans involving a family get-together, assuming that they were, in fact, not invited. It was a fair assumption to make, until she'd literally bodily dragged them from their desk, only giving them enough time to grab a paperback novel before yanking them out the door.

Now they're here, with their book, quietly observing everyone to get their bearings and trying not to look as awkward as they feel. academic schmoozing with a bunch of strangers was one thing and they could do it, easily, but this was not formal and...strange.

They pinch the bridge of their nose for a moment. Where to begin?]

[wherethewildthingsare]

[To be perfectly honest he can't help be be reminded of his husband, from the pinching of the nose and all.]

Did she get you in a bear trap before dragging you here?

[thorninyourheart]

No, surprisingly. [that's a surprise.] And I hope she doesn't get any ideas.

[publishorperish]

[Of course Noah is here. It's family, which is important. It's free food, which is pretty much a guarantee in of itself for a college student. And also, he got yelled at by like four different people to show up. That sealed the deal, in that way that only angry shouting and threats of over-exaggerated violence that will never come can.]

[He's a helper! He brought a carafe of homemade, sweetened, ice cold cold-brew coffee. It's a bit eccentric, but so is he! It should probably be watered down, though. It smells strong enough to give heart palpitations.]

[foxwitted]

...[She can smell that from her chair. Noah, are you attempting necromancy via coffee? ]

Noah, how strong is that?

[publishorperish]

Uh... The strongest of my batches so far, I think? We'll see.

[Noah that carafe says "#25" on it in sharpie. Have you made 24 iterations of attempts at stronger and stronger coffee?]

[wherethewildthingsare]

[Wow, that's the fancy coffee.]

You know, when your mom's sister was in college, she used to make something called 'double mocha crunch'.

It was coffee you had to eat with a spoon.

This reminds me with it.

[publishorperish]

Double Mocha Crunch?

[It's said in that way that is honestly more befitting the notion of scientific experimentation than any curiosity to a story of bygone days. He is here, he is physically present, and he will likely respond to anything said to him, but some part of him is racing with the ideas inherent in those three words; the notion that anything beyond sugar and water would be a natural antagonist to the process of extracting as much from the coffee bean as possible being untrue, the concept that there was probably already another recipe he could be casting his work back toward. Was this something his family did? A genetic predilection toward worrying amounts of coffee? Was it fate?]

Funny that mom never mentioned it to me.

[fairhands]

Oh, thank you Noah.

[ ...He says, staring at this coffee brew and wondering there's a way to quietly water it down. Good lord. ]

[publishorperish]

[At this point it's probably something you want to mix with water in a glass to drink like a normal person. Noah's been busy. He'll grin.]

It's unorthodox, but the date kind of snuck up on me, soooo....

[thorninyourheart]

[immediately attracted to the presence of coffee and they walk over, book under their arm.] ...what have you done to that coffee? [it's the same kind of intellectual focus that they reserve for topics that have caught their attention.]