[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SZEDBFPpgw][i][color=aquamarine]"did you get your wish?"[/color][/i][/url] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e410c73f-b396-432c-b02c-1a5f0b239841.gif[/img][/center] [color=darkorange]"A-ah! Is it!?"[/color] Startled, Chunjiro drops the cup measure into the boiling water, then frantically tries to grab it back, wincing when the water is too hot (of course it's too hot! It's boiling!). Thankfully, he manages to pull it out without too much injury, courtesy of the thick callouses on his palms. Looks like all that training was good for something after all. [i]Thanks, dad.[/i] [color=darkorange]"G-got it,"[/color] he pants, and Haru flutters around per usual, running away with her words until they run away from her. Chunjiro watches, but whatever Haru was embarrassed by completely passes him by. [color=darkorange]"Cooking for two? Yeah, aren't we?"[/color] he asks, confused, before replacing the measuring cup and the bag of rice to their proper places. [color=darkorange]"Well, if there's any extra, we can just make onigiri out of it, or something."[/color] In his house, any leftovers were regaled to the twins, who were in their growing phases and tended to always be hungry. Chunjiro got used to his siblings' hungry stares, even Reo's, which he always tried to hide... Chunjiro smiles fondly at the memory. He misses them, loud and chaotic as they were. [color=darkorange]"I think that's it. While we wait for it to cook, why don't I give you the tour?"[/color] he suggests, putting out his hand and hoping Haru doesn't spontaneously combust. He doesn't get why she was flustered, but he's starting to get used to her funny way of fumbling and backtracking sentences. He doesn't mind it, since she always settles on the right thing in the end. And like he said, Takeru talks [i]way[/i] more than Haru does. [hr] After a short but nonetheless eventful house tour, the rice is cooked enough to eat and the two enjoy a good (if slightly bland) breakfast before heading out. On a normal day, Chunjiro would have already been out the door, but the addition of Haru completed flipped his daily routine. Surely, though, his clients won't mind the small delay--this is only the first day after the wedding, who is to say Chunjiro can't enjoy it with his new wife? They will understand. --That's not to say everything went perfectly. But he can keep that part a secret. Setting his dishes in the sink, Chunjiro surveys his tiny home one more before grabbing his sword and sheath--more for appearance than anything else, but he never leaves the house without securing it to his belt. It makes him feel secure, and besides, civil service is also one of a samurai's duties. If there was to be a threat to the village, himself, or Haru, he would be ready. [color=darkorange]"Shall we go? Ka-san?"[/color] he addresses her formally, holding his arm out for her. Haru, like him, is most likely familiar with the market, but as it's their first time appearing in public as a married couple, Chunjiro wants to show everyone all is well. Especially his father. He can be scary, and Chunjiro has never really gotten rid of wanting to please him. [color=darkorange]"I was thinking we would visit the stalls to get groceries for my clients, then drop them off and introduce you. I have some yard work after that, so if you'd like to shop for your--ourselves, please feel free."[/color]