1808/Lounging

Lounging
Date of Scene:	04 August 2017
Location:	Office - Danny - Rand Building
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Fist, Daken

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Iron Fist has posed:
Night has just fallen and, for once, Danny doesn't have work to do, costumed or otherwise. It feels good to stay home, where he can relax and meditate, which is what he's doing now. He wears a pair of beige linen pants (that's all) and sits in front of the expansive set of windows that line one wall of his apartment. Before him, the city stretches out in all its lighted glory, though his eyes are shut to its visual charms.

Some music plays in the background, a shoegaze band Danny "helped out" by purchasing their CD from them in the subway. He later had to convert it to a digital file just to play anything. Besides that, the apartment is still.

Daken has posed:
There's a knock at the door. Wouldn't you know it? Just when you sit down and try to have a nice, relaxing time in your linen pants, somebody has to come to the door. It can't be just anyone, though. Certainly not at this time of day or this floor of the building.

And behind the door is Daken, who has naturally remembered where Danny lives and decided to come by...and he didn't come empty-handed. In fact, his arms are filled with bags. Grocery bags! Reusable shopping bags. And groceries in them!

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny's eyes flutter open at the sound and he stands, stretches, then crosses the room for the door. When open, he meets Daken with first a smile, then a pair of raised brows. "Um, hi," he says, stepping aside so the other man can come in. "Are you planning on cooking something?"

He closes the door behind Daken and walks over to his couch, which has a good view of a lot of the rest of the apartment's open layout. He sits there cross-legged and watches Daken.

Daken has posed:
"Hi," Daken answers, sort of lifting the bags in his arms and then stepping in, looking around again and finding his way over to the kitchen. He starts to unload the bags, and there are all kinds of things inside, but it's obvious he did most, if not all, of his shopping at an Asian grocery. "I thought I would. You bought me lunch the first time we met...and I thought you might like some of the food I know how to cook." Once he has one bag empty, he folds it and then sets it aside, moving to the next. "Sorry for not calling first, but I thought you might like a surprise if you were home tonight. And here you are!"

Iron Fist has posed:
This isn't exactly new to Danny, at least not when considering the whole of his life, but for the relatively short time he's spent as an adult in Manhattan, he has never had an unsolicited visitor. Especially someone coming over to cook him dinner. The idea amuses him and so he laughs, childlike, and nods. "Yeah," he says, "I'd like that."

For now, he remains where he is, dragon tattoo exposed, feet bare, as if he were back in K'un Lun hanging with a friend. "What's on the menu?"

Daken has posed:
"I also, uh...kind of misplaced my phone." Daken looks up and flashes the most sheepish grin he's ever shown to Danny, before finishing the second bag and folding it up, resting it on the first one. "We are gonna have hiyayakko, which is chilled tofu -- proper tofu, prepared properly, 'cause I know how to do it -- and I thought I'd make us a kelp salad, some spring rolls for a little touch of fusion cuisine, and of course..."

Now Daken reaches into the smaller third bag and pulls out a very fancy-looking bottle, setting it down on the countertop closer to Danny. "Nigorizake. Because I like the rice stuff in it."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny considers the food as it's pulled out and then described to him. He appears familiar with it, but who can say? He's fresh out of meditation and zen enough to jive with just about anything Daken has to offer. Except sparring, he hasn't indulged in that, yet.

On pullng out the bottle, the martial artist rises and walks over to join Daken in the kitchen. He fishes around in a cabinet and takes out two small cups. "Should we start with that, then?"

Daken has posed:
"It's your call, my friendly host!" Daken cheerfully calls over to Danny, starting to separate out the ingredients into specific areas so that he will have the things he needs for each specific dish. "You mind if I rummage a little and find some things? Or did you want to give me the grand tour of the kitchen?" He glances over his shoulder.

Iron Fist has posed:
On glancing over, Daken will find Danny helping himself to the bottle of nigorizake, which he opens without any trouble. "Make yourself at home," he says, glancing up to Daken with a gentle grin. The two small sake cups are filled and let to sit until Daken's rummaging is through. "Can I get you anything else?"

Daken has posed:
"No, no!" Daken holds up his hands, laughing softly as he starts to look around. Eventually, he finds all that he needs: some bowls, some plates, a pot or two...everything else he needs for the food, he's brought with him. Though he does open a bag of what appear to be rice crackers wrapped in roasted seaweed, and he pours them into a bowl, setting them next to the cups. "There. Those are for eating with the drink!"

With a wink, he goes back to preparing the other things. Daken wraps the tofu in a towel and sets it on an upside-down plate, with a bowl on top of it. Pressing it, it seems like. Then he places the dried mushroom slices in a bowl of ice water.

And once he's got that started, he strolls over and takes his cup. "Kanpai," he pronounces crisply, lifting his cup and waiting until Danny lifts his. Then Daken touches his to Danny's and leans a little closer. "That means, to your health."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny watches the process curiously. He's never been much for cooking for himself, always having relied on someone else to prepare him something if he wanted more than a bowl of gruel or some simple soup. The process is facinating, but he doesn't jump in to offer any help.

Then it comes times to cheers, and Danny lifts his little cup with three fingers to tap it against Daken's. "Kanpai," he says, smiling, then downing the sake. He sets the cup down and grabs a cracker.

Daken has posed:
The crackers have a unique taste about them, which will be especially refreshing if Danny likes the richness seaweed. The crackers themselves are obviously cooked in some sort of soy sauce-based glaze, giving them a salty bouquet that really goes well with the slightly sweet nigorizake. Daken chose wisely, maybe because they're something he likes to pair himself.

As for Daken, he makes slow, steady progress, preparing things in the kitchen with maybe a surprising degree of proficiency. They seem to be simple dishes, but he really excels on the preparation. In Japanese cuisine, preparation is as important as any other aspect, and he takes some pride in it. Maybe trying to show off a little bit. After all, they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

"So you really don't mind? I was really hoping you'd be here tonight. I can't think of anybody else I'd rather spend the evening with." Daken flashes a grin in Danny's direction, occasionally picking his own cup up for another little sip of the drink.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny crunches into the cracker and leans agains the island counter set into the middle of the kitchen space. His exposed body shows his muscles contorting in a new way as he does, and soon he's wiping his fingers on a small napkin yanked from a nearby holder. A bit more sake is poured into his cup.

"These are great," he says. "I'm glad I was home, too. There actually aren't too many evenings where I'm free anymore." He muses over this before catching onto what Daken was really getting at, which makes him blush. "Well, that's nice of you to say."

Daken has posed:
"I'm not just saying it." Daken starts setting out the food, which all seems to be things that can sit at room temperature or slightly chilled. Though he does, after a few minutes, end up placing the tofu on one of the plates and setting it in the fridge while he finishes up the rest.

While they wait, once everything else is finished as it can be at the moment, Daken walks over and reaches out to clap his hand against Danny's shoulder. "You share my proclivities. I like that. Usually people wonder why I don't like to wear shirts in my leisure time. I say, who *likes* to wear shirts?!"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny appears to only just now realize that he's not wearing very much. The tattoo of Shou Lao is on his chest after all, and it's meant to be on display, so he makes sure it is whenever possible. Still, he knows this isn't so acceptible with most people in Manhattan.

"Well, you still have yours on," he tells Daken, grinning. Even as he does, he's looking over at the food and admiring its simple elegance. It's rustic charm. This is food he knows he is going to enjoy.

Daken has posed:
Daken chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "I could undress if you don't mind. I certainly don't need to wear anything special to serve and eat dinner." Though he doesn't do that just yet, nabbing one of the crackers to crunch while he puts the finishing touches on a thing or two. Especially the hiyayakko, which is cut into careful slices and arranged just so, with all of its elaborate toppings. It looks like a work of art, once he's done with it: drizzled just so with tamari, and sesame oil, and sprinkled with any number of various vivid-colored toppings.

He serves the spring rolls, and the hiyayakko, the kelp salad, and some other things he apparently didn't have to cook too much or prepare, just put together out of the package. And it's all arranged on the island there. "Do you have any sticks to eat with, or no? I brought some if you don't." Daken then motions to some he must have unloaded earlier. They're more formal fare, with pretty colors and designs on them.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny rolls his eyes at Daken and just says, "I already told you to make yourself at home," though twhether or not that's an invitation for anything is unclear. His attention is stolen away be the food, the presence of which reminds him that he hasn't eaten since lunchtime.

"I only have some takeout sticks around here somewhere. Let's use yours, they're much better looking," Danny admits, not moving to grab them, though, or anything else for that matter. It looks like he'll be comfortable eating standing up at the island. Maybe that's what he does every night. A quick meal before donning his costume and bashing skulls.

Daken has posed:
Daken moves so smoothly as he moves his body, shedding his shirt and balling it up to toss into the other room. He took his shoes off at the door, of course, as a matter of custom, so that just leaves him in basically the same amount of coverage that Danny has. And the smooth motion seems to flow into him picking up the sticks he brought, taking them to the sink to wash them, then drying them afterwards. He holds out the two sets in his hand: one is green and one is blue. "I didn't know which one you'd like, so I thought I'd bring the prettiest ones and let you choose."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny reaches out for the green sticks and holds them at the ready like a pro. He smiles to Daken and asks, "Does this mean we can dig in? It all looks so good." A laugh and he clicks his sticks together, gaze moving over the other man's tattoos again, remembering them from the only other time he saw them all (or most, he supposes) at once.

Daken has posed:
Daken gestures with his hand holding his own sticks, the blue ones, to the food. "It's all for you. I'll hold up the rear." He breaks into a toothy grin, and it's not exactly clear exactly how he meant that, although it's clear enough that he's joking or quipping or attempting some kind of pun. Maybe it's innocent, maybe it's not so innocent, maybe it's some combination, but that's Daken and by now, Danny should probably expect it.

"You take first pick. See what you like most. I brought enough to make all of it again..." Daken did seem to have bought enough to stock up on the ingredients, on the short term. "And I'm *really* good with breakfast, by the way."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny reaches out and snags a bit of salad between his sticks, bringing it to his mouth and setting it in. He chews, swallows, and closes his eyes to moan a bit. "That's really good," he tells the other man, opening his eyes again to stare across the island at him.

As he reaching out for some of the tofu he smirks and lifts one brow. "So, you expecting to stay over, then? I haven't made the guest bed, honestly." He winces and shrugs. That's just not his thing.

Daken has posed:
Daken looks as if he had planned to continue with his track of conversation, but he stops, eyes widening, at Danny's innocent reaction. He may not know a huge amount about Danny, but he can now be pretty sure that what the man told him about being away in a distant land, training, was probably true.

It takes him a few seconds to gather himself again, and Daken soon smiles once more. "It's an easy recipe," he replies, being a little modest, for once. "I thought all nice, cool foods would be good for a summer night's dinner."

Reaching out to collect his cup, he takes another sip of it and then reaches out with his chopsticks to pick up some of the kelp, bringing it to his mouth and chewing. Once he's swallowed, he licks his lips. "Y'see, the whole point of that phrasing was that I was trying to show my interest in staying over with you, and asking without asking. But uh, I was kind of also implying that I would be very happy not to sleep in a guest bed, alone." He raises his eyebrows slightly. "You know?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny munches on a bit more food as Daken more directly (but not entirely) aims his question at the young man. He swallows and breathes in deeply before exhaling with a nod. Yes, now he understand. He thinks.

"I, uh," he starts, seeming to be at a loss of words for a moment. "I mean, sure, but I don't know if it'll work the way you're hoping for," he motions to himself then Daken, then back again. Maybe nothing happened at monk camp that had to stay there.

Daken has posed:
Daken stares, silent for a moment...and then he starts laughing, leaning against the island, as if he's fighting to support himself in the face of utter hilarity. He keeps laughing for some time. It's not so much a mocking laughter, it's more the sound of someone who is genuinely amused and enjoying the uncommon occurrence.

When he finally straightens up, Daken wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm, then gets the rest of the tears of laughter with fingertips. "Danny...you really are a treasure."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny's face sort of falls here, because when people laugh at him it dredges up all sorts of memories he would rather not relive, despite having been taught that reliving them can be a source of strength. He just doesn't feel all that strong right now. So, he just eats some tofu and keeps his mouth shut. On top of that, he pours some more sake and then downs it shrugging.

Daken has posed:
Daken notices it immediately, and he steps closer, reaching over again to rub Danny's arm. His touch is gentle, but of course his touch also carries with it pheromones, whether or not anyone asked for them. It's easy to be calm around Daken, when he's exuding pure calm from his pores. "Sorry. I hope I didn't upset you. I've just never met someone like you. It makes me happy." His grin returns, kind of one-sided and uneven, but it looks genuine, an expression of real feeling. "You surprise me all the time by being so much better than everybody else in this filthy place."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny does calm down, glancing over at the other man's hand as it rubs his bare arm. He doesn't realize it's pheromones at work, of course, but he doesn't really care because it feels nice. So, he steps a bit closer, looks up at Daken and shakes his head. "I'm not sure if you're right about me, but thank you." He sets his chopsticks down and looks deep in thought. "I, um, think I'm getting a little tired," he says, glancing to the bedroom, but still looking unsure of where things may head.

Daken has posed:
"Tired? Already?" Daken gestures to the food. "Try the hiyayakko! At least a little? I want you to have a good, full stomach so you don't wake up hungry. Though some of this stuff will keep." He smiles and steps closer, throwing that arm around Danny's shoulders. "I'll leave the food with you. It won't be the *best* after a few hours, but it'll still be totally edible. Then I can come back tomorrow, maybe, and make you another round?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny smiles and wraps an arm around Daken in turn. "No, never mind. I'll have a few more bites. And, please, stay. I want to see what you can do for breakfast." He drops his arm and reaches out for his sticks again, moving in for the hiyayakko this time.