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[Dec. 6] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Your Cup Speaks Volumes
Title: Your Cup Speaks Volumes
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2011 "coffee is a form of communication"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar & Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Context? What context? I'll get back to that. ^^; ...I'm going to blame this one on No True Pair.
"Tea or coffee?"
"I prefer tea," the Ishvalan answered, although, considering the perverse nature of his host, whatever he asked for was not what he was going to get.
"What's Ishvalan tea like? ...And don't try to tell me that there's no such thing or that it's exactly the same as Xingese tea."
It was funny, because that was exactly what he had been planning on doing. Kimblee was a lot of things Scar found unpleasant to varying degrees from merely irritating to downright despicable, but his cleverness wasn't all bad, he supposed. How did Kimblee guess that without even looking at him?
"I tried to get my hands on some during the war, but there was none to be found. ...I suppose that after taking so much, your people were bound to want to deny me something."
Scar frowned. Well, there was that bad taste he expected. "I'm not sure a coffee-drinker would appreciate its subtlety."
"My, how disappointing," Kimblee made a little tsk-tsking sound as he continued to bustle about the kitchen, surrounded by a cloud of delicate clinking sounds.
Actually, it might be entertaining if he could convince Kimblee that there was some esoteric aspect of the tea that he was missing out on. The alchemist had sophisticated tastes. He probably would be able to give the tea the careful attention it deserved to honor its growers and its flavor. ...But that didn't mean Scar couldn't let on that there was still something of it that eluded him.
"Here," Kimblee set a mug sporting a yellow light bulb logo in front of him, "It turns out I only had coffee."
"Then why did you ask?"
He shrugged and went back to retrieve the sugar, milk, sugar spoon, and a mug of the dark liquid for himself. "I guess I just wanted to know."
Scar looked down into the mug, but he didn't see the future in his coffee. It wasn't about to give him any of the answers that he sought.
"How do you like it?" Kimblee asked, sensing some general apprehension from his guest over how to handle the drink.
Scar resisted the quip that rose to his lips- "Black like your soul"- because he doubted he really wanted it that way. "I don't know."
"Do you like your tea sweet? How do you feel about bitter tastes in general? ...I know you like those terrible bell peppers."
"Everyone in Ishval likes bell peppers," Scar countered. The distaste in Kimblee's face was amusing for its sincerity. "But I think I would prefer my coffee sweeter than that."
"Hmm, well, I suppose your tastes are too complicated for me to guess at. Please, add to it at your leisure."
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2011 "coffee is a form of communication"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar & Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Context? What context? I'll get back to that. ^^; ...I'm going to blame this one on No True Pair.
"Tea or coffee?"
"I prefer tea," the Ishvalan answered, although, considering the perverse nature of his host, whatever he asked for was not what he was going to get.
"What's Ishvalan tea like? ...And don't try to tell me that there's no such thing or that it's exactly the same as Xingese tea."
It was funny, because that was exactly what he had been planning on doing. Kimblee was a lot of things Scar found unpleasant to varying degrees from merely irritating to downright despicable, but his cleverness wasn't all bad, he supposed. How did Kimblee guess that without even looking at him?
"I tried to get my hands on some during the war, but there was none to be found. ...I suppose that after taking so much, your people were bound to want to deny me something."
Scar frowned. Well, there was that bad taste he expected. "I'm not sure a coffee-drinker would appreciate its subtlety."
"My, how disappointing," Kimblee made a little tsk-tsking sound as he continued to bustle about the kitchen, surrounded by a cloud of delicate clinking sounds.
Actually, it might be entertaining if he could convince Kimblee that there was some esoteric aspect of the tea that he was missing out on. The alchemist had sophisticated tastes. He probably would be able to give the tea the careful attention it deserved to honor its growers and its flavor. ...But that didn't mean Scar couldn't let on that there was still something of it that eluded him.
"Here," Kimblee set a mug sporting a yellow light bulb logo in front of him, "It turns out I only had coffee."
"Then why did you ask?"
He shrugged and went back to retrieve the sugar, milk, sugar spoon, and a mug of the dark liquid for himself. "I guess I just wanted to know."
Scar looked down into the mug, but he didn't see the future in his coffee. It wasn't about to give him any of the answers that he sought.
"How do you like it?" Kimblee asked, sensing some general apprehension from his guest over how to handle the drink.
Scar resisted the quip that rose to his lips- "Black like your soul"- because he doubted he really wanted it that way. "I don't know."
"Do you like your tea sweet? How do you feel about bitter tastes in general? ...I know you like those terrible bell peppers."
"Everyone in Ishval likes bell peppers," Scar countered. The distaste in Kimblee's face was amusing for its sincerity. "But I think I would prefer my coffee sweeter than that."
"Hmm, well, I suppose your tastes are too complicated for me to guess at. Please, add to it at your leisure."