#the cilantro feud is getting settled

[melancholitas]

The dangers of cooking, pt. 2 (also on AO3)

for @heart-pirates-week day 6, Uni & aftermath

Uni blearily wakes up to a strange, herbal smell surrounding his cot. Not yet fully awake, his hands move up to wipe at the sleep crusting his eyes. He's never been a morning person, but something feels...off. Ruffling his locks, the man sits up startled; his drowsiness gone in an instant as his fingertips brush over foreign leaves in the process. The dim morning light flitered in through the fans is enough to take in the extent of his current situation. But the deep sigh that escapes the tall curly-head isn't enough to reign in an exasperated chuckle bubbling up his chest. "Now he's really done it... Could've guessed he wouldn't let me off the hook so fast." And truly, Clione seems really adamant of making his point from the night before, as he takes in the enormous amount of cilantro he has been bedded on while he slept. "For someone so keen on hating the taste, how did he even manage to get so much of this stuff...." With amused annoyance, Uni flicks most of his coverage to the side, only to send more greens onto the bedding as he softly shakes his unruly head in disbelief. The dinner yesterday turned out somewhat enjoyable, despite the initial rage he'd been confronted with. Just for using some of the very herbs he now thrones on in a dish. But he's aware now he has to step up his game to truly calm the waves of the aftermath. That small gremlin can be tenacious, after all. And Uni would rather enjoy tranquil times in the kitchen again, alongside his blond crew mate. So finding his resolution, the lanky man turns over the cover and steps into his his slippers. Only to retract his feet with a scrunch. Bending down to shake out his foot wear, he's greeted with even more leafy gifts. "You utter menace" the gentle giant mumbles, and swears he can hear a muffled giggle from the hall way.

He doesn't know how he managed to survive that chaotic morning, or what he should do with the sheer amount of cilantro he had collected until he finally made it to the kitchen. Accompanied with howls and jests from the rest of his crew, the raven had to pull out even more of the stuff out of his clothes, his brush, and even needed to sweep the small bathroom he shares with a handful of the crew. It's been quite an eventful hour, effectively crushing his usual morning routine. Despite his fondness towards the herb, even Uni wonders how long the smell that seeped through most of his belongings will haunt his nostrils... But the content, cheeky grin on his small companion tugs his scarf-covered frown into a tiny smile as he places a steaming hot breakfast soup in front of Clione. "Point taken, here, 'soap' free. We good now?" Digging in with a blissful sigh, the troublemaker replies. "Good. As long as you get it, I am inclined to bury the hatchet." That elicits a small chuckle from the raven. "Glad to hear that. Truce?" "Truce. Never do that again." Crossing his toes, Uni agrees. "Promise."

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