[It had been a slow and awkward recovery after his re-arrival. What he needed was repairs, not bandages, but he didn’t have the heart to tell his father that his efforts were in vain. It wasn’t as though telling him would have made any difference, there was no one here capable of repairing him anyway. Fortunately, he’d stumbled upon the golden feather he’d once carried, and the residual power on it was enough for him to reclaim enough strength not to get pinned down by cats. A low bar, but it was something.
So with him “better”, Father had returned to his duties, and a routine started to fall into place. He… was still trying to figure out where he belonged in everything. He’d shed many names and identities in the past, but this was the first time he’d had to return to one. He was still trying to figure out who “Kanoa” was, what he still had in common with that incarnation of himself.
It turned out that he had precious little, which while he did not see as bad thing, it made this all the more difficult. His father was the only real common thread, so he figured that was a fair place to start. Also he’d been quiet and sullen since his arrival and he could tell his father was getting worried.
So before his father’s return in the evening, he’d got started on a meal. Eating may not be a necessity for him, but he enjoyed working with his hands, and he’d had four centuries to mess around with cooking, so he wound up quite good at it. He made his personal favorite, chazuke on the side, and a radish and fish stew for the main meal.
He was confident in the meal, once he heard the door open he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He couldn’t even place why, he just was.]
Welcome home papa, I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.
[Normally he’d greet him in person, but he was cooking fish and eel in a house full of cats. He knew better than to leave anything unguarded.]
[Especially when those cats - the entire hoard of them - we're lingering nearby both in and out of sight, just waiting for the moment the boy so much as looks away from dinner in question. Several sit perched nearby, eyeing the counter holding the food intently. The one that had become so attached to Kanoa in the time the boy had lived there winds around his legs with every step the boy takes, purring and trilling and laying on affection as thick as possible, as any good moocher does.]
[It would be a concerning sight to walk in on, Nanu's crimson gaze taking in the room with a raised brow when he finally walks through the door that evening, but the smell of fish that permeates the room is a telling enough sign on just what has everyone's attention.]
[It attracts Persian's attention near instantly as well, the large feline padding off before Nanu can even shut the door behind them, and a wry smile touches his face as he looks over to where Kanoa is working in the kitchen, throwing his coat across the back of the couch.]
You cook now? Maybe the Tapu have finally blessed me, after all.
[He couldn’t help the brief smile when he heard Nanu, he’d never admit it but there was a nervous excitement. He made him happy it sounded like? Hopefully he’d at least like the food? He knew Nanu had comparatively few years of life, and he’d resolved to try and make his father as happy as he could for them. It was just that trying to make someone happy was uncharted territory for him.]
It’s something to pass the time… which I happened to have quite a lot of.
[He looked over his shoulder, but remained alert and ready to gently smack some thieving paws should they make an attempt at the meal. Persian does get a quick head scratch in greeting though.]
Radish and fish stew with chazuke on the side, I hope that’s alright?
Brave boy, to be cooking something like that around these jackles.
[But it sure sounds like the meal's more than alright with him. Especially when he immediately goes for a bowl of the soup, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately as he moves past him.]
But I appreciate it, especially after the day I had.
Keep this up and you might be fully forgiven for everything before the week's out.
[He jumped at first at the hair ruffle, he was still trying to get used to not always being on edge, but offers Nanu a smile after so he didn’t think he was adverse. He really did… kinda like it. He just has to try and get used to it again.
Of course his next words broke a like hole in his attempts to be more polite than came naturally, and his tone was laced with flat sarcasm.]
Wait seriously? [Then He paused, realizing what he just said. Of course he’s not serious ! He’s just being… a weird old man! He could feel his cheeks grow hot, and once againcursed his mother with making that a function he had to suffer, yet couldn’t make him taller.] Don’t answer that.
[And clearing his throat while serving up the stew. Just going to pretend that never happened. Don’t perceive him.]
Tough day at work?
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[And he makes no effort to hide the soft snort and softer chuckle that follows the sight of Kanoa getting all flustered, feeling something of a weight lift from him to see that, just for a moment, things were...normal again. Whatever the kid had been through, the odd, sweet little boy he'd found only months ago seemed to still be there, buried under the gruff and sarcastic demeanor of a particularly jaded teenager.]
[...it's such an odd thought to have to wrap his head around, still. That Kanoa could have lived so many lifetimes, in what felt like terribly few short weeks...]
You know I hate going out to the desert, but I couldn't keep putting off going out to Tapu Bulu's shrine. And then when I got back, I had to deal with some dumbass tourist deciding it'd be fun provoking Guzma of all people...
I'm ready to retire, Kanoa. I'm not paid nearly enough for any of this.
[He listens as he dished up the meal. He gave Nanu a get larger portion than he got for himself. He didn’t need to eat, but he still wanted to share the meal with his father.]
You say that, but even if you did retire people would still come to you to solve all of their problems, and you’d still do it. Except then you wouldn’t be getting paid for it.
[All the love in the world wasn’t going to stop him from calling Nanu out there. He said it with a cheeky grin too- at least the blow would be softened with him setting the food in front of his father. And without thinking he kisses his father on the forehead and mutters a quiet “love you papa”. An old habit that still lingered, ingrained enough that even centuries later he thought nothing of it. It was just what he told Nanu every day when he got home, just with far less fanfare. He deliberately did his best to suppress the embarrassing memories of him nearly rushing the door to greet Nanu with an abundance of childish affection.]
I’m not sure how going to the shrines work but… if you teach me, maybe I could go instead? I’m not bothered by weather or temperature, and I don’t tire.
[Not that he thought the Tapus wanted anything to do with him, and he couldn’t blame them… But if he could make things a little easier for Nanu then it was worth a shot.
He paused a moment trying to place that name, then immediately looked annoyed upon remembering. The man had scared him enough that he’d hidden behind his father their first meeting. He vaguely remembered him being loud and spiky with an abundance of Things on his head, and it had frightened him at the time… which in hindsight was hilarious considering he’d been sitting on enough power to level the island.
Even though the memory was hazy, it was enough for him to lovingly not extend help to beloved father. Like a true teenager.]
Guzma is that loud guy, right? I don’t think I’d be any help with him. I’d probably just punch him in the mouth, and apparently that’s frowned upon here.
I mean unless you want me to make you a sword or something to chase him around with, but you’d probably just hurt yourself with it.
[He says with all the love in the world.]
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So with him “better”, Father had returned to his duties, and a routine started to fall into place. He… was still trying to figure out where he belonged in everything. He’d shed many names and identities in the past, but this was the first time he’d had to return to one. He was still trying to figure out who “Kanoa” was, what he still had in common with that incarnation of himself.
It turned out that he had precious little, which while he did not see as bad thing, it made this all the more difficult. His father was the only real common thread, so he figured that was a fair place to start. Also he’d been quiet and sullen since his arrival and he could tell his father was getting worried.
So before his father’s return in the evening, he’d got started on a meal. Eating may not be a necessity for him, but he enjoyed working with his hands, and he’d had four centuries to mess around with cooking, so he wound up quite good at it. He made his personal favorite, chazuke on the side, and a radish and fish stew for the main meal.
He was confident in the meal, once he heard the door open he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He couldn’t even place why, he just was.]
Welcome home papa, I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.
[Normally he’d greet him in person, but he was cooking fish and eel in a house full of cats. He knew better than to leave anything unguarded.]
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[It would be a concerning sight to walk in on, Nanu's crimson gaze taking in the room with a raised brow when he finally walks through the door that evening, but the smell of fish that permeates the room is a telling enough sign on just what has everyone's attention.]
[It attracts Persian's attention near instantly as well, the large feline padding off before Nanu can even shut the door behind them, and a wry smile touches his face as he looks over to where Kanoa is working in the kitchen, throwing his coat across the back of the couch.]
You cook now? Maybe the Tapu have finally blessed me, after all.
What are we having? It smells amazing.
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It’s something to pass the time… which I happened to have quite a lot of.
[He looked over his shoulder, but remained alert and ready to gently smack some thieving paws should they make an attempt at the meal. Persian does get a quick head scratch in greeting though.]
Radish and fish stew with chazuke on the side, I hope that’s alright?
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[But it sure sounds like the meal's more than alright with him. Especially when he immediately goes for a bowl of the soup, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately as he moves past him.]
But I appreciate it, especially after the day I had.
Keep this up and you might be fully forgiven for everything before the week's out.
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Of course his next words broke a like hole in his attempts to be more polite than came naturally, and his tone was laced with flat sarcasm.]
Wait seriously? [Then He paused, realizing what he just said. Of course he’s not serious ! He’s just being… a weird old man! He could feel his cheeks grow hot, and once againcursed his mother with making that a function he had to suffer, yet couldn’t make him taller.] Don’t answer that.
[And clearing his throat while serving up the stew. Just going to pretend that never happened. Don’t perceive him.]
Tough day at work?
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[E v e r y t h i n g.]
[And he makes no effort to hide the soft snort and softer chuckle that follows the sight of Kanoa getting all flustered, feeling something of a weight lift from him to see that, just for a moment, things were...normal again. Whatever the kid had been through, the odd, sweet little boy he'd found only months ago seemed to still be there, buried under the gruff and sarcastic demeanor of a particularly jaded teenager.]
[...it's such an odd thought to have to wrap his head around, still. That Kanoa could have lived so many lifetimes, in what felt like terribly few short weeks...]
You know I hate going out to the desert, but I couldn't keep putting off going out to Tapu Bulu's shrine. And then when I got back, I had to deal with some dumbass tourist deciding it'd be fun provoking Guzma of all people...
I'm ready to retire, Kanoa. I'm not paid nearly enough for any of this.
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You say that, but even if you did retire people would still come to you to solve all of their problems, and you’d still do it. Except then you wouldn’t be getting paid for it.
[All the love in the world wasn’t going to stop him from calling Nanu out there. He said it with a cheeky grin too- at least the blow would be softened with him setting the food in front of his father. And without thinking he kisses his father on the forehead and mutters a quiet “love you papa”. An old habit that still lingered, ingrained enough that even centuries later he thought nothing of it. It was just what he told Nanu every day when he got home, just with far less fanfare. He deliberately did his best to suppress the embarrassing memories of him nearly rushing the door to greet Nanu with an abundance of childish affection.]
I’m not sure how going to the shrines work but… if you teach me, maybe I could go instead? I’m not bothered by weather or temperature, and I don’t tire.
[Not that he thought the Tapus wanted anything to do with him, and he couldn’t blame them… But if he could make things a little easier for Nanu then it was worth a shot.
He paused a moment trying to place that name, then immediately looked annoyed upon remembering. The man had scared him enough that he’d hidden behind his father their first meeting. He vaguely remembered him being loud and spiky with an abundance of Things on his head, and it had frightened him at the time… which in hindsight was hilarious considering he’d been sitting on enough power to level the island.
Even though the memory was hazy, it was enough for him to lovingly not extend help to beloved father. Like a true teenager.]
Guzma is that loud guy, right? I don’t think I’d be any help with him. I’d probably just punch him in the mouth, and apparently that’s frowned upon here.
I mean unless you want me to make you a sword or something to chase him around with, but you’d probably just hurt yourself with it.
[He says with all the love in the world.]