[ Kaneki's guts twist when he reads that second part. He already knows Dirk sleeps with others, that isn't new, and kaneki knows he has no right to be upset. But now this is Dirk saying (writing) it and it hurts and Kaneki feels stupid all over again.
Even with that compliment that he liked it best with Kaneki.
He is so glad for it - it means that he was able to make Dirk feel good and if he continues doing that, maybe then Dirk won't throw him away. But Kaneki knows perfectly well he isn't like Dirk at all: he knows he gets attached, he knows he crushes on people easily and he knows he can't do "friends with benefits" like other people do because of that. And it hurts Kaneki every time he realizes how they different their wavelengths are.
He is so glad this is text. ]
You don't have to worry.
And I suppose we can explore together. You can teach me what you know.
(Honestly? All fair assumptions to make at this point. And Dirk has absolutely no social skill fine-tuned enough to figure that one out. The stupid thing was Dirk is an extremely jealous type and Dirk would be so much worse if their situations were swapped.
He'd become awful and possessive if not downright defensive and nasty. He wasn't a good person. Especially not compared to someone like Kaneki who was just...sweet and good.)
Most of the stuff I know is theoretical. So we'll work out the ropes together. When did you want to do dinner?
(Some part of Dirk wished he had a better place to spruce up. But he's still in his trailer while working on the ranch. There is lumber in neat stacks out in his front yard and husks of robots being worked on. At least it's easy enough to clean up the inside relatively quickly.
He even removes the swords from the kitchen cupboard and throws them...into his shower. For now.
He's cleaned up and styled and ready for their date. He even bought utensils as promised. Which turned out to be some pottery plates he picked up at the farmer's market. He mostly got stuff that reminded him of Kaneki since he had no real taste for stuff like that himself. He's got some music playing and had even gotten? Flowers? Flowers! They are in a small vase at his two-person dinner table in the trailer. Some red dahlias. They looked pretty, so.
He's trying! And now waiting for Kaneki to show up. Maybe he should have offered to go pick him up? He has no idea.)
Kaneki isn't late, he is not the type, and while he carries a smile, he also carries all the promised cooking utensils and the food he will be cooking for one single person (since kaneki himself does not eat; of course that will be suspicious, but he already has a good enough excuse that he hopes it will work for now).
While easily carrying everything with one arm - inhuman strength is very nice sometimes - he knocks with the other. naturally he takes the chance to look around Dirk's yard, glancing at the robots with some curiosity.
(He can move the swords...! Somewhere else...Back into the kitchen!
Dirk flies to the door probably in an embarrassing way and pulls it open, making it all too evident that he was pacing around waiting for Kaneki.)
Hey, sweets. Need some help? (He opens the screen door to his trailer, stepping halfway out to hold his arms out to help Kaneki with what he's carrying.
Definitely a genius of sorts, but sure as fuck not a genius when it came to boys and how to cope with how hard his heart thrashes at just the sight of Kaneki alone. Whoop.)
[ When the door opens, Kaneki quickly turns to look back at Dirk with a smile. His cheeks burn a little, but he will make no mention of it and instead hand a bag to Dirk so he can indeed help ]
Thank you. I see you have been busy outside. [ he already knows about the ranch and the robots too, of course, but still ] Are you really building everything on your own?
[ Ken steps inside to leave the food in the kitchen area by the counter, and that means he gets to see the dishes Dirk got. and the flowers.
They are pretty, indeed. ] It looks very nice. Dahlias, right? [ Ken reaches to gently touch one flower, smiling softly ]
(Ahhh. HHH. Why did Kaneki have such a cute face? Dirk silently takes the bag.)
Yeah. Got nothin' else to do, y'know? Plus then I can really make it mine.
(He slips inside ahead of Kaneki and sets the bag down on the counter.)
Thanks. It's probably the most domestic thing I've done in my life. (He's just being real, okay. There is also definitely a Kiss the Chef apron hanging off a hook attached to the front of the fridge.
He watches Kaneki touch the flowers, feeling unspeakably nervous for some reason.) Yeah, I think so. I'm uh. Not really familiar with flowers. I think that's what the lady said that I bought them from.
(He shrugs and adjusts his glasses.)
I should really be thankin' you. You're the one doing all the work.
[ kaneki looks back at the other and smiles wider. ] When you have your place, you will be doing a lot of domestic things.
[ but afterwards, Kaneki shakes his head, walking up to Dirk ] You should eat well, specially if you are working hard. So I don't mind making something for you.
But that also means I take no criticism. [ he is joking, of course, and Kaneki turns to the bags to grab the minced meat he got from the market. making hamburguers is easy, but it's all about spices and herbs added; naturally he knows more about Japanese cuisine, thus this hamburger will have a Japanese flavour to it.
Kaneki does spot the apron and can't help but to chuckle ] You really did get one of those, uh.
Only if you're around. (He ain't even trying to be romantic either. Dirk knew he wouldn't bother with these things without Kaneki.
And he thinks it would be nice to have Kaneki around anyway.)
You give me too much praise, dude. (But some part of him feels good at Kaneki thinking he was doing some hard work. Some part of him itches to touch Kaneki. They have slept together. Been on a date. He should be able to just - like. Kiss him or something, right?
But he's not so sure if that's really appropriate given their situation. So he's relieved by his own foresight to get that apron. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging.)
Hell yeah. I didn't know any other smooth way to land one on you outta the blue. (And for criticism, heh.) We're supposed to be meetin' our potential here. I think some criticism might be necessary. Luckily for you, I ain't got shit worth for brains when it comes to food criticism. You could feel me somethin' awful and I wouldn't know the difference.
[ Dirk is sweet. He says the sweetest things. Some (maybe a lot) of people would argue with that, but Kaneki can't help but to feel that.
And it makes him smile, cheeks warm, and chest squeezing because there is a type of happiness growing inside of him that is hard to explain. But Kaneki does remember not to fall in too deep, he does remember that he and Dirk aren't like that.
Just friends. Friends who have sex.
Kaneki reaches for the apron to put it on. It will be needed, after all.] I'm sure you can tell if something tastes good or not. You must have preferences for what you like and dislike, you just haven't figured them out yet.
Don't worry, I'm not going to cook anything bad on purpose. [ he grins a little] But we might try some Wasabi. [ it's spicy and not for everyone.]
(Dirk was really only as sweet with Kaneki because - Kaneki kind of made him sweet. It was hard to be anything but sweet with Kaneki. Who the fuck could be a dick to that face?
Oh yeah. Totally. Just that. Because Dirk isn't stumbling all over himself for Kaneki either. These guys-.)
Maybe. I'm pretty good at shoving weird stuff into my mouth and swallowing it whole.
(There's some sexual innuendo there.)
I do think I like sour stuff. Citrus. (He watches Kaneki. He hovers by him, winding up playing with the ties at the back of the apron because what the fuck's personal space?)
I'd be down. I feel like Texans ate spicy food a lot back in the day. (It's in his blood or whatever. Probably not, but he's open to exploration.)
I did like that thing you ordered for me on our first date. And I've liked pretty much everything you've fed me since.
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(GUILT.)
I mean. Everyone I've slept with so far have been hyped up on horny lightning, so.
We're both a bit new to earnest exploration. Plus I liked it best with you.
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Even with that compliment that he liked it best with Kaneki.
He is so glad for it - it means that he was able to make Dirk feel good and if he continues doing that, maybe then Dirk won't throw him away. But Kaneki knows perfectly well he isn't like Dirk at all: he knows he gets attached, he knows he crushes on people easily and he knows he can't do "friends with benefits" like other people do because of that. And it hurts Kaneki every time he realizes how they different their wavelengths are.
He is so glad this is text. ]
You don't have to worry.
And I suppose we can explore together. You can teach me what you know.
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He'd become awful and possessive if not downright defensive and nasty. He wasn't a good person. Especially not compared to someone like Kaneki who was just...sweet and good.)
Most of the stuff I know is theoretical. So we'll work out the ropes together. When did you want to do dinner?
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Tomorrow, then?
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I can bring all the food and cooking utensils. We will just needs plates and such.
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(He does not and is going to go look for them immediately.)
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I can bring mine too, if you want.
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I should probably get some anyway though, right?
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If you end up wanting me to cook you dinner more often, it'd be easier.
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Okay, yeah. I can do that then. Maybe I'll get you an apron too.
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(See he's getting that for the irony and the fact that he does indeed want to kiss the cook.)
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I will see you tomorrow then.
-> skipping to tomorrow annnd an action tag
He even removes the swords from the kitchen cupboard and throws them...into his shower. For now.
He's cleaned up and styled and ready for their date. He even bought utensils as promised. Which turned out to be some pottery plates he picked up at the farmer's market. He mostly got stuff that reminded him of Kaneki since he had no real taste for stuff like that himself. He's got some music playing and had even gotten? Flowers? Flowers! They are in a small vase at his two-person dinner table in the trailer. Some red dahlias. They looked pretty, so.
He's trying! And now waiting for Kaneki to show up. Maybe he should have offered to go pick him up? He has no idea.)
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Kaneki isn't late, he is not the type, and while he carries a smile, he also carries all the promised cooking utensils and the food he will be cooking for one single person (since kaneki himself does not eat; of course that will be suspicious, but he already has a good enough excuse that he hopes it will work for now).
While easily carrying everything with one arm - inhuman strength is very nice sometimes - he knocks with the other. naturally he takes the chance to look around Dirk's yard, glancing at the robots with some curiosity.
He... really is a genius of sorts, isn't he? ]
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Dirk flies to the door probably in an embarrassing way and pulls it open, making it all too evident that he was pacing around waiting for Kaneki.)
Hey, sweets. Need some help? (He opens the screen door to his trailer, stepping halfway out to hold his arms out to help Kaneki with what he's carrying.
Definitely a genius of sorts, but sure as fuck not a genius when it came to boys and how to cope with how hard his heart thrashes at just the sight of Kaneki alone. Whoop.)
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Thank you. I see you have been busy outside. [ he already knows about the ranch and the robots too, of course, but still ] Are you really building everything on your own?
[ Ken steps inside to leave the food in the kitchen area by the counter, and that means he gets to see the dishes Dirk got. and the flowers.
They are pretty, indeed. ] It looks very nice. Dahlias, right? [ Ken reaches to gently touch one flower, smiling softly ]
Ah- thank you for having me.
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Yeah. Got nothin' else to do, y'know? Plus then I can really make it mine.
(He slips inside ahead of Kaneki and sets the bag down on the counter.)
Thanks. It's probably the most domestic thing I've done in my life. (He's just being real, okay. There is also definitely a Kiss the Chef apron hanging off a hook attached to the front of the fridge.
He watches Kaneki touch the flowers, feeling unspeakably nervous for some reason.) Yeah, I think so. I'm uh. Not really familiar with flowers. I think that's what the lady said that I bought them from.
(He shrugs and adjusts his glasses.)
I should really be thankin' you. You're the one doing all the work.
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[ but afterwards, Kaneki shakes his head, walking up to Dirk ] You should eat well, specially if you are working hard. So I don't mind making something for you.
But that also means I take no criticism. [ he is joking, of course, and Kaneki turns to the bags to grab the minced meat he got from the market. making hamburguers is easy, but it's all about spices and herbs added; naturally he knows more about Japanese cuisine, thus this hamburger will have a Japanese flavour to it.
Kaneki does spot the apron and can't help but to chuckle ] You really did get one of those, uh.
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And he thinks it would be nice to have Kaneki around anyway.)
You give me too much praise, dude. (But some part of him feels good at Kaneki thinking he was doing some hard work. Some part of him itches to touch Kaneki. They have slept together. Been on a date. He should be able to just - like. Kiss him or something, right?
But he's not so sure if that's really appropriate given their situation. So he's relieved by his own foresight to get that apron. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging.)
Hell yeah. I didn't know any other smooth way to land one on you outta the blue. (And for criticism, heh.) We're supposed to be meetin' our potential here. I think some criticism might be necessary. Luckily for you, I ain't got shit worth for brains when it comes to food criticism. You could feel me somethin' awful and I wouldn't know the difference.
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And it makes him smile, cheeks warm, and chest squeezing because there is a type of happiness growing inside of him that is hard to explain. But Kaneki does remember not to fall in too deep, he does remember that he and Dirk aren't like that.
Just friends. Friends who have sex.
Kaneki reaches for the apron to put it on. It will be needed, after all.] I'm sure you can tell if something tastes good or not. You must have preferences for what you like and dislike, you just haven't figured them out yet.
Don't worry, I'm not going to cook anything bad on purpose. [ he grins a little] But we might try some Wasabi. [ it's spicy and not for everyone.]
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Oh yeah. Totally. Just that. Because Dirk isn't stumbling all over himself for Kaneki either. These guys-.)
Maybe. I'm pretty good at shoving weird stuff into my mouth and swallowing it whole.
(There's some sexual innuendo there.)
I do think I like sour stuff. Citrus. (He watches Kaneki. He hovers by him, winding up playing with the ties at the back of the apron because what the fuck's personal space?)
I'd be down. I feel like Texans ate spicy food a lot back in the day. (It's in his blood or whatever. Probably not, but he's open to exploration.)
I did like that thing you ordered for me on our first date. And I've liked pretty much everything you've fed me since.
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