It occurs to me that maybe I should let myself have a little whimsy and blab about my wips, especially the ones that won’t likely be published in the near future.
I have this one little brainworm of Nicholas staying with the Katayamas for winter break, and it’s either the day after (Dec 25) or one of the days following Christmas (Dec 27/28/29) when the conversation below occurs:
Mama Katayama: *mentions Seiji’s birthday while tidying up breakfast/lunch/brunch*
Nicholas: Your birthday’s coming up?
Seiji: January 11th, it lands on a school day
Nicholas: *Snorts* one-one-one? That’s so like you *pops a piece of food into his mouth*
Seiji: *Raises an eyebrow while sipping his drink* I don’t see how I could’ve influenced the day of my birth anymore than the next person
Mama K: *says something about Seiji either being born early (really fast labor like it was nothing), late (they’ve been in the hospital for over a day or two until he finally arrived), or on the dot (average labor, born day of predicted delivery)*
Nicholas: *laughs at the story*
Mama K: When’s your birthday, Nicholas?
Seiji: *Studies him, interested*
Nicholas: You don’t need to worry about it *waves off the question without actually answering it*
Seiji: Did it pass already?
Mama K: Is your birthday in the summer?
Nicholas: Oh, I’m a winter baby, but don’t worry about it. My family doesn’t celebrate birthdays
Seiji: Is it on a holiday?
Nicholas: *non distinct hum*
Seiji: …Nicholas? Is today your birthday?
Nicholas: *takes long sip of his drink* mmmmmmmmyeah?
Seiji: Nicholas! Why didn’t you say anything? We could be doing something fun!
Nicholas: You wouldn’t know what fun is if it bit you in the butt
Nicholas: Okay, agree. And we fenced this morning. We’re going to fence again before dinner. And then analyze fencing videos the rest of the night.
Seiji: We’ve done the exact same thing this past week!
Nicholas: And it’s the perfect day, Seiji. Back in Bridgeport I’d be lucky if I could even squeeze 15 minutes at the salle. Usually I’d be working whatever part time job I could get my hands on the entire day. Sometimes I’d even be able to catch a movie after work as a treat. I get to fence with you, that’s enough for me.
Seiji: *Silent, looking at Nicholas deep in thought*
Seiji: *Stipples fingers* You may decide the menu for dinner.
Seiji: And dessert. *A decisive nod*
Mama K: What’s your favorite treat, Nicholas? We can do cake or ice cream. Or—ooh, I know a nice place to get éclairs that even Seiji approves of.
Father K: All of the above.
Nicholas: I-you don’t… *floundering, not used to this*
I haven’t fully thought out where the rest of this scene goes, but I want them to bake cookies together and then go out window shopping. Nicholas finds it hard to accept an expensive gift, so Seiji either buys something reasonable, or something not related to fencing as a birthday gift. Maybe they try an escape room or something. Seiji already got Nicholas a Christmas gift, although I haven’t figured out what that is either.
The cookies they bake are oatmeal brown butter chocolate chip cookies with pretzels and dulce de ledge pieces in it. Kitchen sink cookies. No particular reason other than that’s the vibe I’m getting. Nothing particularly groundbreaking or new but still quite unique in answer. Also I like dulce de leche in sweets. Perhaps I’ll make that Nicholas’ thing, too.
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