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At first, everything turned black and white.
Now, I can only see people and things that likely have black and white on them.

[ There are so many questions he can ask about this, but first things first: ]

How have you been eating.

[ has she only been subsisting on rice or something... he's Concerned. ]

Seaweed, salt, and rice... And I've been drinking milk.
I think I might even grow taller from this experience.

Doubtful.

Give me a location I can find you in.

I've just been at my apartment. I can't exactly see well, so I skipped work today.

[ address goes here!

are you visiting... you do care uwu* ]

Don't leave, then.

[ and he leaves it at that— he's cold as hell and he has a hard time with walls when he bumps into them, but he doesn't feel comfortable with being idle and being aimless, this is the only thing he can think of to do, even if!!! it's too close to caring!!!

and approximately an hour later?? poor Akane will have to deal with a 6 foot tall German guy ringing her doorbell with an armful of food. ]

[ it's only when the lights are all off that she can navigate through her apartment, so when adolf arrives and akane slides the door open, he might be surprised by the darkness permeating throughout the rooms.

akane, on the other hand, is more surprised by the visit than anything. ]

Hello, Adolf.

[ she bows her head at him. ]

It's a bit dark, I hope that's okay.

[ he wasn't sure if Akane would even be able to see him, but he'd been privately glad that his customary high-neck jacket is white— he's also wearing a black shirt underneath, not that she'd be able to see it under the layers.

he touts his similarly white shopping bag, shakes his head. ]

It's fine. [ placidly as ever, with his usual pokerface, even while reflecting on how inconvenient this must all be. ] ...Even if you have to live like a caveman, eating like one isn't necessary.

[ Adolf?! this judgmental statement can largely be translated as: 'can I come in, I have food.' ]

Like a caveman, huh? I suppose it's the rice and seaweed that do it.

[ that's actually funny, so she laughs a bit. ]

Please, come in.

[ she moves to the side, gesturing for him to enter. don't trip now! ]

[ man, it's dark... he takes a second to let his eyes adjust before wandering in, because how bad would it be if he tripped and sent all this food flying everywhere. thankfully, the apartment is built kind of like the one he's in, so he manages to maneuver himself into the general kitchen area. ]

I won't stay for long. [ he realizes preemptively that she should be more careful about letting weird people into her apartment?! he's going to give himself a heart attack for no reason, let's concentrate on food for now. you can do this, Reinhardt. ] I already made a few things before I got here. Speak up and tell me if you can't see them.

[ reaching inside his bags and taking out a tupperware full of German knödels that he hopes is white enough to pass as visible... along with a tupperware full of black bean salad. he even brought black and white plastic utensils, this nerdlord. ]

[ adolf isn't weird (ha ha ha ha hahahahahah), so why is there a problem...?

she just looks at the food that's spread out, feeling rather... well, overwhelmed by kindness. ]

I can see them all, [ and after a thoughtful pause, ] I think.

[ well, he took out a couple of things from his bags, so the number of times he took stuff out should be the number of things on the table, right? good detective work, tsunemori. ]

[ gingerly pulling out a big tub of vichyssoise now, with a low 'hn' in response to her being able to see what he's brought. ]

Good, then. And since you can't be trusted with fire right now— [ he gestures towards the ovens with a look that says do not even try to operate these things in your condition, before pointing back down to his offering. ] —this is chilled soup. You don't need to heat it, so don't try.

[ cue an awkward silence here as he tries to think of what else he can say... he feels vaguely stupid about this already. ]

[ her eyes follow the new food he's brought out. she looks at it curiously, before looking at adolf. ]

It looks like chawanmushi.

[ would this tall german guy know what chawanmushi is, she wonders. ]

...Chawan...?

[ he's had japanese coworkers but he's only been subjected to the horrors of extra large ramen... cue a curious half-tilt of his head while he sets everything up neatly. ]

I assume that that's Japanese, whatever it is.

Oh, I'm sorry, [ of course, he wouldn't know... she should have maybe described it, instead of just leaving the word out there without a hint of. . . anything. ]

It's egg custard.

A dessert? [ he sounds a little curious, and adds a little 'sorry' before taking the liberty of opening the fridge to put the soup in there. ] I didn't know I was opening myself up to taking requests.

[ prickly... but he means it in a relatively neutral way, because let's be real: he's a nerd that would go ahead and try making chawanmushi... ]

Eh? I wasn't— [ WOW THANKS now she feels bad and is all flustered now. ] That's not what I meant— [ and with a pout, she fall silent and just stares at her hands which she's joined together with her fingers, now. Awkward. ]

[ HE HAD TO MAKE IT AWKWARD...HE HAD TO MAKE IT AWKWARD!!! the silence here might be profoundly uncomfortable, but sadly Adolf is Used To It. loser.

but ok, once he's done being a jerk: ] If there's something impairing you, you have a right to speak up. Asking someone to make food is a minor inconvenience for them, at most— but, well.

Still preferable to other outcomes.

[ HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER??? ]

No, it's— it just reminded me of chawanmushi, that's all! I don't want to eat it right now.

[ oh my god. ]

And I do appreciate all of this, so thank you very much!

Edited 2015-08-03 00:51 (UTC)

[ awkward nerd moment #325036. ]

There's. Nothing to thank me for.

[ please ignore that weird pause in the middle there... ]

You gave me information when it wasn't required of you. I'm only returning the favor.

Ahaha, well, I'm learning a lot more, if you'd like to know anything else--

[ awkward laughter goes here.

everything is awkward. ]

...If there's anything worth knowing, I'll hear it.

[ ah... but ok, is this nerd rolling up his sleeves and putting pans over a fire? what is this?? what is he doing?!

he's making custard, is what he's doing. it'll only take 15 minutes tops, and he might as well. ]

[ SHE CAN'T SEE MOST OF WHAT'S GOING ON all she know is that his movements are... curious, more than anything. the fire is definitely a white blur, as well as anything else that isn't.. black or white. akane, why??? ]

I was told to learn Braille, since CERES may be watching us at all times.

Communication through something that doesn't use sound or sight might be pertinent here.

[ ah. this is a sore subject for him straight out of the gate, the whole 'being monitored' thing. so he frowns into his custard mixture for just a second. ]

That'll be difficult. Not everyone will have the patience for an alternate form of communication.

[ he almost burns his hand checking the heat of the pot, because he's still as cold as a ghost; thank god he can pokerface with the best of them. ] But if they're monitoring us, the best course of action to take, for now, is to be as mundane as possible.

[ akane wonders if he's just saying that because they're being watched. ]

... ah, then when would be a good time to do something about it?

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