Just for clarification: the oven was used solely as a timer. You don't need an oven to make pot roast in a slow cooker!
Also, thank you to everyone for being patient! I'm starting school again, so I lost a lot of my writing time. I'm still dedicated to writing this series, though, albeit with slower updates. Please enjoy! :)
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"Set the table while I finish this up and make the gravy. The silverware's in here." I pulled out a large spoon from the drawer next to me and opened the cabinet to grab two large plates.
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"I didn't know you could cook."
"I can cook, but the crockpot did most of the work for me this time."
"Do you live with someone?" Since I had a bite of potato in my mouth, I shook my head. "It's a big apartment for just one person. A lot of food, too." I responded after I swallowed.
"It is a two-bedroom apartment, but I'm the only who lives here. I like leftovers, so I'm fine with how much food these kinds of recipes make."
He sniggered. "Do your parents pay your rent or something?"
"I worked for all of this, actually." I stuck my fork in a carrot and looked up at him. "I'm in the top ten of A-Class, and it pays handsomely on top of other jobs the HA gives out."
"There are better ways to get money with power."
"Yeah, sure there are, but I like being able to say that I paid for this," I held up my dagger, which I had brought in from the living room earlier, "with my own hard-earned, legally-earned money."
"So you bought an expensive knife just to show off your status? Not that your little 'hero name' isn't show-offish enough." Our words were harsh, but we both kept calm and a little bit sardonic voices.
"I bought this because I've never had something fancy like it before."
He doesn't need to know anything else. Change the topic.
"When my parents died, they didn't leave behind a lot of money." I found myself lost in my reflection in the blade. "My brother and I never lived beyond our means. I can afford stuff like this now, so I like to treat myself now that I can." I put it back in its sheath and laid it on the table. "I'm glad you found it." I was much more grateful than I was letting on. However, his ego didn't need to hear that, so I kept myself toned down.
"I found it after I finished a job. How did you lose it?"
"I was fighting a fast monster in City L the other day. I'm guessing I must have dropped it running around in pursuit."
"Humph. A crony must have found it and taken it to the company head I assassinated. I found it in his office."
"An assassin too, huh? Go figure..." I picked up my fork and finally bit the carrot. He's so amoral. "Tell me about something different."
"Like what?" He asked before taking another bite.
"I don't know, your childhood or something."
"Well, I was raised in a remote village..."
And so it started again: another simple conversation over food. Just basic small talk followed by random tangents. Except, this time, we talked long after we were done eating. The dishes were pushed aside, we got more comfortable, and...we really talked. About ourselves, our memories, everything. We even laughed a bit. It was strange. Strange, but...almost enjoyable.
Ring-ring-ring!
"Was that my-"
"It's mine." He pulled out his phone and flipped it. "Speed O' Sonic." Why am I not surprised he has the default ringtone...
"Alright. I'm on my way." He flipped it back down and stood up. "A client wants me back for something."
"So you're off?" He nodded. " See you around, then." He let himself out without saying anything else. I got up to lock the door and came back into the kitchen.
"You know..." I grumbled to myself, picking up my plate and his, "you could have at least put your plate in the dishwasher."
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Verschlimmbessern | Speed o' Sound Sonic x Reader
Fanfiction(Verschlimmbessern: to make something worse by trying to improve it.) He is a villain. You are a hero. That's all there is to it, right? Not at all.
