Post by mint on Jul 26, 2017 18:15:53 GMT
Prompt: A mess is made, and then cleaned up.
Word Count: 488
Pairing: ShinRan
A/N: Ah, sorry this is late. I thought that I'd uploaded it, but evidently, I had not.
“Listen,” Shinichi says, and he's struggling not to wince at the irritated expression that Ran wears on her face. Her lips are pursed, as she stares down her chin at him, arms crossed. “You said you wanted Italian tonight, so I was trying to surprise you.”
Ran shifts her leg, offers him the smallest of grimaces. Then, throwing her arms up, she lets out a sigh that's half indignation, half confusion. “There is pasta, everywhere.”
“I was trying to cook.” Shinichi says after a moment, and leans forward to scoop more pasta shells into his hands. He's glad that she's not raised her voice, because frankly, he's already a little embarrassed over the mass of pasta strewn across the floor, where he'd dropped the bag he'd been reaching from from the cupboard. “Evidently, I'm not very good at that.”
Ran crouches down, helps him scoop up some pasta that's lodged itself under the fridge. She sighs, again, before her shoulders shake in a quiet laughter. Shinichi, not watching her face, and attempting to shield his own as he throws more shells into the bin, doesn't see the change in her attitude.
“I thought we were going out tonight.” She says, which, frankly is true – Shinichi had told her that, in his attempts to be romantic and woo her. But then, he'd changed his mind when she'd suggested pasta because, truly, how hard could it be to cook pasta?
“The key note here is that I was trying to surprise you.”
“Consider me surprised,” Ran says. She shakes her head, offers a grin and aims a piece of pasta at the bin. It bounces off, lands beside Shinichi's ankle. Shinichi glances up at the movement, meets her eyes. His hesitation melts away when he glances at her, as he realises that she's not actually mad at him. Not in the slightest.
“Very funny.” His voice is dry, a mask in his attempt not to be embarrassed. With all of the pasta regathered, Shinichi pushes himself up, brushes the creases from his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. Ran stands as well, grabs a glass from the side and pours herself some water from the tap.
A pause.
“Do you think we can get into that Italian place in Chiyoda without a reservation?”
Ran takes a sip from her glass, waits for Shinichi to turn to her. Then, she shrugs. She says, “want to try?”
Across from her, Shinichi nods. He turns, slips his phone into his pocket, and heads towards the entrance to the house. Slipping into his jacket, he turns back to Ran, offers her a smile, before grabbing his shoes.
“Yeah, let's try it.” He says, and then - “You look nice, by the way.”
The smile he receives is strained, but beautiful. Shinichi thinks that Ran might want to hit him, just a little bit.
Word Count: 488
Pairing: ShinRan
A/N: Ah, sorry this is late. I thought that I'd uploaded it, but evidently, I had not.
“Listen,” Shinichi says, and he's struggling not to wince at the irritated expression that Ran wears on her face. Her lips are pursed, as she stares down her chin at him, arms crossed. “You said you wanted Italian tonight, so I was trying to surprise you.”
Ran shifts her leg, offers him the smallest of grimaces. Then, throwing her arms up, she lets out a sigh that's half indignation, half confusion. “There is pasta, everywhere.”
“I was trying to cook.” Shinichi says after a moment, and leans forward to scoop more pasta shells into his hands. He's glad that she's not raised her voice, because frankly, he's already a little embarrassed over the mass of pasta strewn across the floor, where he'd dropped the bag he'd been reaching from from the cupboard. “Evidently, I'm not very good at that.”
Ran crouches down, helps him scoop up some pasta that's lodged itself under the fridge. She sighs, again, before her shoulders shake in a quiet laughter. Shinichi, not watching her face, and attempting to shield his own as he throws more shells into the bin, doesn't see the change in her attitude.
“I thought we were going out tonight.” She says, which, frankly is true – Shinichi had told her that, in his attempts to be romantic and woo her. But then, he'd changed his mind when she'd suggested pasta because, truly, how hard could it be to cook pasta?
“The key note here is that I was trying to surprise you.”
“Consider me surprised,” Ran says. She shakes her head, offers a grin and aims a piece of pasta at the bin. It bounces off, lands beside Shinichi's ankle. Shinichi glances up at the movement, meets her eyes. His hesitation melts away when he glances at her, as he realises that she's not actually mad at him. Not in the slightest.
“Very funny.” His voice is dry, a mask in his attempt not to be embarrassed. With all of the pasta regathered, Shinichi pushes himself up, brushes the creases from his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. Ran stands as well, grabs a glass from the side and pours herself some water from the tap.
A pause.
“Do you think we can get into that Italian place in Chiyoda without a reservation?”
Ran takes a sip from her glass, waits for Shinichi to turn to her. Then, she shrugs. She says, “want to try?”
Across from her, Shinichi nods. He turns, slips his phone into his pocket, and heads towards the entrance to the house. Slipping into his jacket, he turns back to Ran, offers her a smile, before grabbing his shoes.
“Yeah, let's try it.” He says, and then - “You look nice, by the way.”
The smile he receives is strained, but beautiful. Shinichi thinks that Ran might want to hit him, just a little bit.