grailcyclist | KR Ghost: Instant Noodles

SFW | 335 words | Alan/Makoto
Just Alan and Makoto being passive-aggressive over eating cup ramen.
Probably crack or a weirdo's version of fluff.

The money they robbed from the vending machine was enough to buy one cup ramen from the convenience store. They agreed on a mild, chicken-flavoured cup. While Alan saved them a table, Makoto did the work of pouring hot water and bringing the bowl over.

Makoto usually remained quiet during their lunch breaks while Alan mused out loud about strategies for eyecon collecting. This afternoon, Makoto broke the silence of their three-minute wait with criticism on Alan’s dining etiquette.

“You’re holding the chopsticks the wrong way,” Makoto said.

He pulled open his own disposable pair and held it to show Alan the right way to do it. Alan looked down to study his method, then back to Makoto’s fingers.

“You should be able to do this,” Makoto instructed, snapping his chopsticks together rapidly.

He did so by having rested his second stick on his fourth finger. Alan’s fault was that he handled his pair like he would hold a pencil. He adjusted his fingers accordingly and now he could snap his chopsticks back at Makoto, no problem.

“Say, if the eyecons appeared in some other place on earth,” Alan said, “you’ll be as much of a gaijin as I am.”

Makoto didn’t bother responding for the three minutes are up. As Makoto tore aside the cup’s cover, Alan was all set to dig in when Makoto started sucking up the noodles in the Japanese style.

“What the—”Alan started.

He had seen other humans in the area doing the same in having their noodles practically flow into their mouths like a reverse waterfall. Before the stream ran dry, he plunged his chopsticks into the cup for his share, only to have the strands elude his clumsy grip. The correct method for handling Japanese utensils was trickier than it looked. He gave up and did more chopsticks snapping to amuse himself. Perhaps Spectre’s conscience would soon interrupt his swallowing.

‘I may be the gaijin around here,’ Alan thought. ‘But you sure do eat like a kaijin.’