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[Mihail decided that he needed to get around to cooking something. Back at home, this time of year yields some of the best food his country has to offer. Lucky for him, he's got the blessing of being a pretty decent cook. However, this only really applies to food from his region (Romanian food is more like Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, and German food combined) so things like hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and pizza aren't exactly within his...skills.

So he's going at making any number of things, specifically mamaliga (Romanian "peasant" cornbread that goes great with sour cream), frigarui (really spiced up kebabs), and of all things, baklava. There seems to be a cloud of garlic powder and any number of spices floating around him, and there's a gratuitous amount of pork, among other meat. Romanians like their meat, y'know.

This is more like stress relief for him, other than just traditional winter cooking time. He hasn't had the best month and he's just gotten over being sick for the umpteenth time, so cooking seems like an awesome stress reliever.

He's more than willing to share (his inner Romanian grandma will probably say you look too skinny and then shove some mamaliga in your mouth), but there is a degree of acquired taste to this stuff, except maybe the baklava.
]

Date: 2010-01-25 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
I'm sorry. [ a sigh. ]

I'll leave now.

Date: 2010-01-25 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com
I don't see why you would stay... []

Date: 2010-01-25 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
[ trying his hardest to crack a smile, only this time his eyes are wet and there's a hole in his chest. ]

You can be so unfair.

Date: 2010-01-25 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com
I-- W-what makes you say that?

Date: 2010-01-25 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
[ it was word vomit, near the door now. ): ]

It's - It's like you expect me to give you more than I am allowed to.

Date: 2010-01-25 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
Don't - that is not what I meant.

[ mihail doesn't know how tempted yuri is to storm out that door at the moment. there's such a thing as too much emotional roller-coaster rides. ]

Date: 2010-01-25 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com
Then what did you mean, Yuri? Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're not his dog?

[]

Date: 2010-01-25 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
You're wrong! [ honestly, this is just another screaming match waiting to happen. he's not moscow's dog (lmao, who is he trying to fool?), he's -

it's simply not about dimitri. period. ]


Don't speak as if you know everything!

ahaaa, he's being super manbitch, sorry ;;

Date: 2010-01-25 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com
I don't! I know I don't! I'm just-- []

Alright, if you want to stay miserable, go right ahead. No one is stopping you.
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
Then, what?

[ but of course mihail has to go and say that and. it's. so. well, let's put it this way: tears roll down his cheeks, just tears; no sniffling, no red cheeks, no anything. just. fuck.

ouch. ]

circles have no end.

Date: 2010-01-25 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
[ shrinking. ] I - [ hurts more than anything he's ever experienced in life (though maybe this is a momentary exaggeration more than anything) and, god, he doesn't know what to say because... ]

You're right, I -

[ ...it's what's best? there are differences between them, big and small, not that yuri knows all of them, but mihail has things that he does not, that he will never have. why can't he - ? urk. choking again, refraining from bringing a hand to his face. ]

It's OK.

and it rules us aaaalllll

Date: 2010-01-25 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com
[ he wants to do something, at least a retort would be better than just standing with his back against the door. ]

I'll leave you then. I - goodb -- later.

[ for real. he exits the kitchen, closing the door behind him with a soft click. ]

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