good morning, rose! i missed you...

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

Who: usedwindything usedtherapy
Where: Goldenrod Inn
When: Evening of the 22nd
Summary: Rose wakes up from her canon update coma a day later than expected, but that's okay. It's not like the timing really effects his surprise date plans.
Rating: G (perhaps occasional language? Idk)
Log:
[To say that he was happy to see her eyes finally open again was perhaps the grossest understatement imaginable. He wasn't just "happy", no. "Happy" was far too weak of a word to describe John's emotional state, but he was far too worked up to think of a better one. So we're just going to say that he was really super duper happy or something. But that's not the point. The point is, Rose is awake again and gosh darnit girl, why did it take you an extra day he was starting to get worried!]

[So anyway, Rose is conscious again, John is trying not to pass out from excitement, there are hugs all around, and it was basically the most joyous of reunions imaginable. Too bad we won't actually get to see it played out.]

[Fast forward a few minutes. Rose is still in bed, sending a message to let people know that she's conscious and fine again; John is in the small hotel kitchenette, attempting to make chicken friend rice. Because he's been planning what is sure to be an incredibly romantic stay-at-home date ever since Nepeta planted the idea in his head last week. And he knows Rose likes Chinese food and this is really the only dish he thinks he could pull off.]

[Keyword there being think. While John may be able to handle simpler things like pastas, soups, and even plain rice with no trouble at all, fried rice is proving to be a bit too advanced for him at moment. With as much as they're on the road and with how limited the hotel kitchens are, it's not like he's had a ton of cooking practice here. Or maybe he should have tried making it a few times BEFORE tonight so he had a better idea of what he was doing. Or better yet, gone out to dinner instead and left it to people who actually know what they're doing. Then maybe there wouldn't be the scent of something burning coming from the kitchen.]

[At least he hasn't managed to set the fire alarm off yet?]

Comments

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[Smoke? Is that really smoke she's smelling? He left her without a word, save for 'brb stay right there', and she was quite curious as to what exactly it was he was doing. Now she's more curious as to if he needs help...]]

John? Is everything alright in there?

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

[It's a surprise, Rose! You can't know yet because that defeats the purpose of a surprise, duh! Though yeah he could probably use some help. But is he going to admit to that?]

Yeah! Everything's fine! One hundred percent a-okay. Just stay right where you are and don't worry about a thing!

[Nope.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[There's a frown but she does as asked, glancing at her 'gear to answer a few responses. And then at her Espeon in thought.]]

...Guile, how about you go in there and check on him for me?

[[As the Pokemon nods and trots into the kitchen, her owner sighs and lays back down to stare at the ceiling.

This is so weird.]]

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

[Rose. Your boyfriend is a total weirdo, this of all things strikes you as odd?]

[In any case, he continues what he's doing (vainly trying to keep dinner from burning moreso than it already is), completely unaware that he has a little visitor in the kitchen.]

Maybe if I just...turn the heat down a little bit...

[He can fix this...he can totally fix this...]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[Guile is just going to watch you a bit, John, before tilting her head and making a soft inquiring noise. What ever are you doing?]]

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

[John can't help but jump a little at that noise, quiet though it was. He was focusing far too intently on what he was doing.]

Yeeeowch! Aah, ahhhh... [That would be his wrist hitting the frying pan. He's going to hope Rose didn't hear that, grab his wrist and ouch that doesn't make the burn hurt less. What if he runs over to the sink and sticks it under the faucet? While simultaneously turning around to see what the source of the noise was?]

Ah! Guile! Shoo! [He waves his unburnt hand at her, signaling for her to leave the kitchen.] I'm surprising Rose, shoo! No spying!

[Yeah, he's doing such a good job at this surprise thing.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

I'm not spying, John. I was told to make sure you were alright. Do you need Haze's assistance with that?

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. [He pulls his burnt hand out from under the faucet, turns the water off, and walks back over to the stove. That was dumb, the food is even more burnt now.] I'll get the first aid kit out of my bag in a s--

[Or the smoke detector will go off. And then the sprinkler. Right over John's head.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[While Guile does a little fancy telekinesis work to take the pan off the stove, move it around John and place it in the sink, Rose has had enough. It only takes a few moments before she's in the kitchen, leaning against the entry way.]]

John.

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

Ah! Rose! [This is John turning off the stove and then moving to stand in front of the sink so that she can't see what a mess he just made of the dinner she didn't even know he was making.] What are you doing? Go lay back down! Relax!

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

I can't exactly relax with a fire alarm bellowing, the smell of smoke wafting from the kitchen, and the idea my poor friend is standing in the kitchen, drenched from the sprinkler. What ever are you doing, dear?

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

Nothing, nothing! I have everything under control! [Watch as he scrambles up onto the counter (not without wincing a little first) and starts fussing with the firealarm! Pulling it off the wall now aaaaand out go the batteries!] See? Everything's fine!

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[Don't think she didn't see that wince, John.]]

...you burned yourself didn't you?

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

No! [The fact that he's hiding his arm behind his back is sheer coincidence.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[With a sigh, she holds out a hand.]]

Let me see.

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

No, I told you I'm fine! Everything's fine! [Except for the fact that the sprinkler is still going...going to have to do something about that. But for now he's hoping off the counter and crossing the kitchen so that he can try and shoo Rose out of the kitchen.] Please just go lay back down and take it easy? Please?

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[There's definitely hesitation before she complies.]]

Fine. However I'm leaving you with Guile. And please be careful.

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

Yeah I will! Don't worry, okay? [He presses a quick kiss to her cheek.] Now off with you, shoo!

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[Why is a kiss like that so surprising? Is it really because she spent so much time at home and apart from John?

...come to think of it, she...hadn't remembered their relationship back home. A fact both disconcerting and a tad heart breaking.

Nothing she should be surprised by though, really.

With a quiet nod, she returns to the living room, sitting down and staring at her things in contemplation. Perhaps she'll do a little knitting...]]

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

[Okay, first order of business! Do something about that sprinkler! Once that's done, see what can be salvaged from-- yeah no this dish can't be saved. John pretty much destroyed dinner that much is obvious to anyone with a brain. Alright. Well then the next order of business is to get some towels, dry up the kitchen and then change because John is completely soaked at this point. Better do something about that burn as long as he's in the bathroom gathering towels.]

[So about ten minutes later, all that's taken care of and John is once again staring at the mess in the kitchen sink. Sigh. Really only one thing to do about this...]

Hey...Rose? [Kinda just...peeking out of the kitchen and into the living room.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[Glancing up from her knitting, she raises a brow.]]

Yes, John?

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

So uh...how does take out sound? [Big smile so that will hopefully distract from the fact that he BURNT DINNER and is basically a terrible boyfriend for it.]

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[She's just going to stare at you a moment John. Before giving way to soft laughter.]]

Take out sounds lovely.

[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

[A sigh of relief.] Okay, good. Glad to hear it! [He pulls his pokegear out of his pocket.] So...what would you like then?

[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

Would Chinese be alright?