soul_campaign | 002 | Video | March 22

[ No one ever taught Aomine how to take care of himself – or their lessons never stuck, whatever – so among other great lifestyle choices, he's survived on fast food and other junk ever since he showed up in Death City a few weeks back. Sure, he sometimes shows up at morning training to mooch free breakfast, but that's only if he manages to crawl out of bed on time...which almost never happens.

It's more common for Aomine to play basketball all day, grab a burger or something, then crash on his bed for a long afternoon nap. Which is what he did today. In fact he woke up just seconds ago, rolled over and snatched the Communicator up off the floor. His stomach's rumbling and he has an important question to ask the network.

He gives the camera a vacant stare. Then he yawns. Then he stares again. It's pretty obvious he's forgotten what he was going to say. Actually he doesn't look like he's even realised he's awake. It takes a couple seconds for his brain to catch up to reality.

Basketball superstar extraordinaire right here. ]

'm hungry. Who wants to come make me some dinner, or somethin'? Not right away but pretty soon...

[ He trails off into another yawn. It occurs to him that such an offer might not be tempting. ]

Or at least tell me how to make somethin' decent. Livin' offa junk food is startin' to lose it's charm.

[ He rubs the sleep from his eyes before cutting the video feed. ]

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...kind of, yeah. But they're round instead.

[ Well if it's like Scooby-Doo then get ready for another dumb question. ]

Can he talk? Like, in human languages.

No, sorry.

{She won't laugh she won't laugh she won't laugh she won't...}

Oh.

[ Man, listen to that disappointment. ]

Whatever. A talkin' dog would've been a pain to deal with.

[ And he scoops the Communicator back up. ]

3M, right?

Yeah, 3M.

{There, there, kid. There's a literate wolf out there.}

Be there in a sec.

[ And he clicks the video feed off. ]

[ And a couple minutes later - a bit longer than a second - he's knocking on Yako's door with a little too much force. ]

Yo, what's your name. It's Aomine.

{He probably hears a jangle of action on the other side of the door before she opens it, one hand twisted into the collar of her massive dog. She looks up, blinks, looks up again and manages not to stare too much at just how tall he is.}

Katsuragi. Ah, but considering where we are, you'll probably hear people calling me 'Yako' more often. Come on in, Aomine-san.

[ Aomine doesn't pay attention to that double take. Or rather, he doesn't comment on it. Maybe he should've mentioned how tall he was earlier? ]

Cool. Yako it is.

[ He gives Kerberos a gentle pat on the head on his way into the room. Yeah that is one huge dog. ]

So what's the plan then, Yako?

{She closes the door and lets go of the collar, letting Kerberos bound after the new visitor and snuffle at him inquisitively.}

Well, if you're really hungry right now and don't mind leftovers, you can have some of those now before we get started and then you can take whatever we end up making back to your place for later?

[ With a smile on his face, Aomine practically throws himself onto the couch. Then he shifts over a little in case the dog follows after him. ]

Sounds awesome. What've you got lyin' around?

[ Not like it matters, because he'll eat anything. ]

{The dog does follow suit; quite closely, in fact, sprawling over his allotted portion of the couch and the open lap as well. Meanwhile his mistress has opened the fridge, which seems to be stocked with everything under the sun.}

Ahh...Let's see...There's some takoyaki, some take-out from a decent Chinese place, some gyoudon, some cold cuts from the deli down the street, some lasagne--I was trying out the recipe, and it's pretty good! Oh, and there's some dessert stuff too, but you said you were getting sick of 'junk food', right?

[ He turns around to watch her dig through the fridge, nodding along with each item she lists.

It all sounds pretty damn good, even the desserts, but after a couple seconds of quite thought he finally settles on something. ]

If you're fine with lasagne then let's go with that.

Lasagne it is then.

{She pulls out about a third of a pan and moves it onto a plate, making a few adjustments here and there before sticking it in the oven to warm.}

You have any preference for a drink?

[ Don't say beer don't say beer don't say beer... ]

Not really. Whatever you have is good.

[ You have let a shameless moocher into your home, Yako.

At least he isn't too fussy...? ]

{It's good that he didn't, considering his well-intentioned hostess only turned eighteen a couple weeks ago.}

Tea, then?

{She rummages around in the fridge again, this time pulling out a plastic bottle and tossing it his way.}

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