[Whenever Tetsuo wasn't following him--usually when he'd taken the time to actually get sleep, Kaneda could be found in the kitchen. It didn't hog up the TV, in case Tetsuo wanted to watch something, and he found some solace in it. Cooking was, in a way, comfort for him too. He could just let his mind wander off as his hands worked, the motions more like therapy than actual work.
He'd never be eloquent enough to explain it that way, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Cooking got his mind off shit in his life.
It's early when he enters, maybe 7am as he sleepily walks in, bedhead from the couch and Dalish slung around his shoulders as he zombies his way through the side counter and table, making his way over to the stove.
It was too early to cook, but he knew people were up at this time. He'd hear them absently as he tried to catch up on his own sleep, mumbling their way around the kitchen quietly, trying to keep their voices down with Kaneda resting just outside that entrance.
But he could at least make tea--Maya would probably be one of the first up, anyway. The kettle gets set on the stove, finger absently flicking on the burner it was under. All he had to do was wait now, as his hips rest against the counter, trying not to nod off.]
January 9th;
He'd never be eloquent enough to explain it that way, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Cooking got his mind off shit in his life.
It's early when he enters, maybe 7am as he sleepily walks in, bedhead from the couch and Dalish slung around his shoulders as he zombies his way through the side counter and table, making his way over to the stove.
It was too early to cook, but he knew people were up at this time. He'd hear them absently as he tried to catch up on his own sleep, mumbling their way around the kitchen quietly, trying to keep their voices down with Kaneda resting just outside that entrance.
But he could at least make tea--Maya would probably be one of the first up, anyway. The kettle gets set on the stove, finger absently flicking on the burner it was under. All he had to do was wait now, as his hips rest against the counter, trying not to nod off.]