002 | Video | March 22 | Afternoon

[ahomine]

[ 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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[ahomine]

[ 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.

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[itaidakimasu]

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?

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[ahomine]

[ 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...? ]

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[itaidakimasu]

{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.}