mauville | Open Post ☆ Clover Field

Edited 2016-07-03 05:26 (UTC)

[so okay there's a communal kitchen for a dorm or something we've been talking about this for the past twenty minutes you know what's happening, point being: here's Clover, doing some baking for the first time since she got here a week ago, and she's one bag of chocolate chips away from this cookie dough being ready to bake and the chocolate chips are all the way up there. All 4'9" of her is so, so mad.

So here we are: she's got two chairs stacked on top of each other and a dictionary on top them and she's standing on top and she still can't reach the bag of chocolate chips on the highest shelf in the highest cabinet and why was this place built for giants, why is this happening, she tried climbing the counter already and couldn't even reach from there and is this against some kind of building code? It should be.

It took way too many trips to find available chairs and a book because she's not used to the layout of this place yet, she's not going on any more trips, she's stubborn and angry and grumbling to herself while she strains for the bag.]

[Murasakibara is pacing the halls of the complex restlessly. He's out of allowance money and can't go out shopping for snacks today. But he wants snacks now and everyone he's asked so far today has said no. So he's walking around looking for somebody else to ask. He came down this hallway after a vague sound caught his attention, though he couldn't figure out what it was and had mostly forgotten about it by the time he actually got here. (Clattering heels. He has very little experience with that: Araki and Momoi always wore sneakers.)

Then he walks past the open doorway and sees the bag of granulated sugar that's set out. Very briefly he considers whether it is worth the mess of putting his hand directly into the bag, before he takes in the wooden bowl and flour and wide sheet pan. Aha. Somebody is baking cookies.

When he steps over the threshold, that's when he registers that the cookie baker is Clover. It's kind of hilarious that she's actually kept trying after this long. And by hilarious, he means pathetic. Murasakibara sees no point in letting this go on, especially when he stands to benefit from the result. He reaches out to encompass about a quarter of her hoodie in one hand, tugs up, and puts his arm forward.]

[Okay, so Murasakibara's here now, only Clover doesn't notice until he's already approaching. In general, Clover makes it a rule not to ask anyone to reach things for her out of stubborn pride and willpower, but she's been at this for ages, the oven is already preheated, and she just wants her goddamn cookies to be done.]

Hey, can—

[And this is as far as she gets before he hoists her upwards.]

HEY! [Enjoy the handful of flailing squalling pink teenager you've acquired Murasakibara???] What's the matter with you?! Let me GO!

What's the matter with me is that I can't reach them either.

[He narrows his eyes at her as he shakes his arm a small distance, like the amount of motion required to knock on a door, in the direction toward the shelf. It's true that this is the extent of his arm. It's not like her face is slammed into the cabinet. She's clearly acceptable levels of safe.]

Do you want those or the "white chocolate" ones? [He says that the way that some people spit out the name of a hated political party, or a dog who has bit somebody before. While these are not even actually chocolate, they are a bag that has already been opened and so rest at a reasonable height in the fridge.]

[There's a little yelp when she's shaken, and then—nope, she's right back to yelling. Safety is pretty low on the list of immediate Clover concerns at any given time, but she's way too proud to let this guy dangle her around like a kitten by the neck scruff. She's not a kitten!! She's tough!!! And she's so mad.]

No one just grabs people like that! Let go of me! Put me down! [She's kicking her feet and grabbing mostly futilely towards his arm the entire time. The sanctity of different types of chocolate and why the cabinets are this goddamn high up can be worried about when this isn't happening anymore.]

"No one"? But I just did.

[Literally. So that means she's wrong and he has the right idea!

His lips start to curl down as she continues grabbing at his arm. Murasakibara isn't all that used to enduring physical pain; he starts to consider giving up. For now he just stays where he is, though his arm is starting to sway a little bit from keeping still.]

Oh! My god! What is your problem?!

[ANGRY STUBBORN FLAILING CONTINUES, she is made of nothing but rage at the moment. How can so much fury be contained in such a tiny package.]

Let go! Let me go! Put me down! Let go of me! [and then she just screeches. maybe eventually someone will come do something about this if she screams loud enough?? actually she's just screaming because she's mad, she hasn't thought that far ahead, but y'know.]

[Murasakibara rolls his eyes. Okay. Loud noises, that he doesn't want to put up with.] Shut up--

[That isn't happening. Clover keeps screeching. He finally puts her down on the countertop and only then lets her go because he does actually think it would be kind of bad if she seriously fell and hurt herself.]

How do you think you're going to get it now, though?

Edited 2016-07-03 06:44 (UTC)

[Clover shutting up is definitely not happening. She's only mildly quieter once her feet are on the countertop, pausing long enough to adjust her hoodie and hmph loudly.]

Who just picks people up like that?! No "hello" or even a question! Why my hood?!

[hmph hmph hmph!!! ...pause]

Ugh. Then I can go find the white chocolate chips.

Why not the hood? Would it be better to pull you by your hair?

[He doesn't even sound sarcastic. Murasakibara doesn't understand girl's fashion, maybe her outfit contains some superior handle like the earmuffs or something. He barely raises his eyebrows at all to the earlier content about greetings. It's not like he can say "hello" now. He tried that once when he was late to practice and got thoroughly smacked.

Murasakibara takes his arm out of the way (just in case she grabs at him again) and leans back, propping his hands on the chair. It's really pathetic that she tried so hard and couldn't even do it, but not surprising. That's just how life is, he thinks. There are some things unattainable to short people in this world.]

Edited 2016-07-03 06:52 (UTC)

[Even if he doesn't sound sarcastic, she's parsing it as sarcasm, because that's not a thing she expects anyone to ever ask in earnest. She harrumphs even more angrily, pushing her pigtails over her shoulders and starting to scramble down the counter and back onto the floor, skipping the chair entirely since he's got his hands on it. Once she's on the ground, she adjusts her hoodie again and brushes nonexistent dust off her skirt.]

I'm getting more books.

[Murasakibara takes a more serious look at her after that, though there's a brief flare of confusion as he initially wonders how books are an answer to his question about the handle. Well, they're not.

So Clover didn't give up after all. He has no idea how the book scheme is going to turn out but at the very least it's going to take a lot of time. Impatience, then, is the main reason that he picks up the entire chair and places it flatly onto the countertop, not heeding the book load of the chair that slides down onto the floor.]

[She's starting to walk off but there goes Murasakibara, and now the chair's on the counter and the dictionary's on the floor, and she just kind of

looks at the chair

look at him

looks at the book

looks at him again]

It was bad enough having my feet on there.

[she does not realize what's being gotten at here. there's just a chair on the counter now]

And?

[He's bad at a lot of school subjects, but not at math.]

It's not lower than the chair on the floor.

...

[She spends another moment just kind of squinting at him, like she's trying to figure out how serious he is about this—but yeah, okay. Why not. She's trying to hoist herself up onto the counter again. It takes her an extra couple of moments, but she manages it, and then she climbs just a little carefully onto the chair and finally, finally, she can reach the chocolate chips.

She descends far less carefully once she has the bag, practically skipping off the chair and then leaping from the counter to the floor. Clover, you're in heels, you're gonna get hurt?? She seems unperturbed by the landing.

Once she's on the floor she just kind of gives him a Look instead of saying anything, though. There will be no gratitude for the dude who scooped her up like a goddamn kitten. None at all.]

Wow~

[He is just barely impressed. He's never seen anybody with footwork that precise up close in his life. Leg work, arm work, hand work - sure. On the other hand, Clover actually thought she could do that alone, and she was obviously wrong. So he doesn't look impressed for long.

This is when it finally dawns on him that she might actually not share her cookies, even though somebody the size of Clover clearly could not eat this amount of cookie so really by sharing with Murasakibara she would be productively avoiding waste, clearly. He nudges the bowl an inch closer to her. Perhaps another "helpful gesture" will thaw her demeanor further, just as she de-escalated from yelling at him to saying nothing.]

[Assuming Clover can't eat all these cookies is a vast underestimation of her power, probably. But she squints at the bowl as it's nudged towards her, pausing in the middle of pulling apart the bag.]

I know what it's for. [Gonna have to use your words, my dude.]

So are you going to use it to do that? Make cookies.

[As he just stands there, Murasakibara's brow furrows in return. He takes in Clover's baleful gaze and realizes that she's exhibiting verbal defiance, which also means that he can't just use additional gestures or even violence to get what he wants here (especially considering that he would really prefer not to bake these cookies himself; besides his reluctance to exert effort, she would be better at baking the cookies). He takes half a second more to settle on his verbal weapon of choice. It's been at least three weeks since he's actually had a reason to say this out loud.]

Please.

Make cookies? I was just gonna eat the dough out of the bowl like this while the preheated oven kept me warm in here.

[What makes this sarcasm necessary, Clover?? But she pauses, and then starts to grin. It's not a nice grin at all. As a matter of fact, this is the face a girl who has realized the power she is currently wielding.]

Please what?

[why is she this way]

[Murasakibara does not know why she is this way. The last girl he knew well, Momoi, was not like this. On the other hand, Momoi couldn't cook. Maybe the fires of the kitchen burn their souls. Or something gets into their teeth - she shows her teeth a lot, he would be intimidated if her face were less than two feet away from his face.

He heaves a sigh, decides that he would rather be subjected to this power for now than actually try to figure out over the course of years if Clover is Ever Nice, and speaks again.] Please bake the dough into cookies.

[Spoilers: she's either nice or helpful, but never both at once. It's because she's so short and, ergo, closer to hell.]

Um, that was the plan. [And she tugs apart the plastic chocolate chip cookie bag, takes a moment to glimpse over at a measuring cup set aside, and proceeds to dump the entirety of the bag's contents into her bowl of batter.

In the middle of stirring, she pauses and glances up at him.]

Need something? [why are you still here, bruh. Except no, she knows exactly why he's still here, but she knows full well what power she has here and she's going to milk it for all it's worth.]

[For a brief moment he actually relaxes and thinks she's totally agreed with him. The only reason Murasakibara doesn't get bored and leave is because he derives vague amusement from the visual appeal of watching the ingredients get mixed. It's only when Clover asks him if he needs something that he realizes she's still mad at him, and his teeth click.]

When the cookies are done please share them with me. [Half a second later he remembers something else and then actively grits his teeth, speaks more quickly this time.] More than one of them.

[And she snorts and starts to giggle, because god he's so mad about it and that's absolutely hilarious to her, that he can be that pissy about basic pleasantries, and especially that her influence is great enough that he needs to specify cookie number. This is wonderful. She's so proud of herself.]

Yeah, I was just gonna leave 'em out for everybody anyway. [All of this effort from him for nothing.] Just, like, save some for everyone else.

Okay.

[He lets out a big sigh of relief. Murasakibara immediately slates the claim that Clover had generous intentions all along as more of her Unhelpful Games because clearly he never makes useless effort unlike other people. This is just Clover trying to stay in power. On the other hand, he doesn't like the idea that Clover could win, and the events of the winter cup (including actually losing) have left him more open to the possibility of getting caught off guard. So he makes one more defensive move.]

...Thank you. [He says it as one word. He got into the habit when he was younger along with his general lilting speech, but it never got beaten out of him because it's also fairly common among uncouth athletes.]

You're welcome. [But she sounds so goddamn smug about it. It even comes with a haughty little hm! noise while she plops the batter into surprisingly even circles on the cookie tray.]

Hey, are you gonna get the chair off the counter or what? [Because that's totally not where that goes.]

[Well, Clover got the last word anyway, but Murasakibara doesn't bother to frown. It's not like this is a real game where Clover will be eliminated from the tournament, so it doesn't count. At least, he tells himself that to preserve his self esteem.]

Sure.

[Now that the central tension of the hour is dispelled, with far more languid limbs Murasakibara goes over and gets the chair off the counter. It's not an objectionable exertion of effort by his standards since to him it's not at all difficult to lift. He just leaves it on the floor right next to the counter, not sure where it actually originally went. Hey, he doesn't come in here a lot.]

[While he does that, Clover pops the cookie tray in the oven, sets the timer, takes her bowl of batter and the spoon, and sits right down in the recently-deposited chair. It didn't actually come from this room, she totally stole it from somewhere down the hall.]

It's gonna be, like, ten minutes. [The timer says eleven. In the meantime, Clover's going to be eating the remaining cookie dough.]

[He turns his head to look at the timer and then doesn't say anything. She said "like". It's not a big deal. He had thought it might take even longer than that, not immediately remembering that the oven was preheated.

For a while he just stands there. Even if there were anything to say to Clover, once she starts eating he's not about to interrupt her. Verbally, or physically; she never said that he could have the cookie dough, and he doesn't relish the idea of her pawing at his hands should he reach into the bowl. Though ten minutes isn't really enough time to wander somewhere else for activities that aren't standing around; by the time he got back they'd be cold anyway. He wants something to do...

Murasakibara grabs the bag of chocolate chips and looks to see if there are any left inside.]

[There are, in fact, no chocolate chips left inside. Clover has never half-assed anything in her entire life, much less when half-assing involves receiving less chocolate.

She glances over at him and, once she figures out what he's doing, snickers a little.]

There are white chocolate chips somewhere if you're that impatient.

[He briefly glares at her. It's not even the white chocolate chips that are the insult this time, though he doesn't want them any more than before; he doesn't like being called out on his impatience, and so he feels a childish urge to prove her wrong.]

Whatever.

[He leans in place and turns the bag over, glaring at the logos and labels.]

I used the line "you don't have enough pillows". Then left. Thought you should know.

good. never settle, nothing is worth compromising on pillows for, they're important

wait was it actually the pillows or did you just need an out

I needed the out
its been too long been around too much lab equipment

i'm only made for flirting with electrons

please don't make me pep talk you into getting back out there like some kind of crappy sitcom bff
was she cute tho

so cute :(

oh no :(
you realize it's been too long becomes more of a problem the longer you keep making bad pillow excuses right
that's how time works

Open Post ☆ Clover Field

Atsushi Murasakibara | Kuroko no Basuke

this isn't a meme ya nerd

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