2020-05-01 - Car Shopping over Pirozhiki

Kip had been good, taking it easy for the most part. No more veil excursions and she hadn't been exposed to any more crazy Dreams. Yet. She had slept over at the siblings' apartment last night and, every the early riser, had decided to take over their kitchen. She'd dragged Rekani shopping yesterday to pick up the ingredients needed for Pirozhiki and now was setting about making the dough and fillings. She was wearing one of Reakni's T-shirts that fit her more like a dress, falling about mid thigh, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way while she worked. A mix of savory and breakfasty smells were starting to fill the apartment.

Rekani had two sleeping modes. He was either sleeping late from his late night activities or he was up and down, the usual nightmares giving him intermittent insomnia. Seemed today was a sleepy day, though.

There was a groan from a hinge down the hallway a good ten to fifteen minutes after the smells had really begun to permeate the house. Food was always a wake-up call to this Nazario. He lumbers onto the kitchen sleepily, wearing a white A-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, barefoot. His chest swells with the smell and an almost hazy kind of look comes onto his face, like he were growing high just from the aroma.

As Rekani hears the kitchen he can hear the quiet music that's coming from Kip's phone. Quiet only because the volume is turned down. It's definitely something Russian and metal. She's singing along with it as she kneads the dough in rhythm with the instrumentals. She doesn't notice Rekani until he's been standing there a couple minutes.

The Latino gets a grin though and a cheerful "Good morning. How did you sleep?" She finishes with the dough for now, washing her hands and turning her attention back to the pans going on the stove.

Rekani slides up behind Kip as she seems to be paying attention to other things, a familiar sort of motion as his hands slide around her waist. Given the hour, and Nova's propensity to stay up just as late, she was probably fast asleep, so he didn't really mind a little PDA. His chin tucks around near Russian's ear as he snoops on what she was doing.

"I sleep pretty damn good when you're over, mamacita." He seems pleased to remark, his voice a low grumble, in respect to the other apartment occupant. It was a mostly true statement, meant to be complimentary. "What about you?"

Kip shifts a bit as Rekani came up behind her, relaxing against him with a little chuckle. One pan has a mixture of eggs, bacon, and sausage going. The other has spinach that is being wilted in cream and there's a bowl of some kind of shredded cheese mixture that she will add in soon enough. Her head tilts a bit so she can brush her lips against his scruff. "I am glad to hear it zaichik." She looks back to the pans to give the spinach a little stir. "I slept very well. You are a warm and cozy natural heater." Kip teased affectionately. "Do you want to help me fill the dough? We are going to fry them." She has a pot of oil on the back burner but it hasn't been turned on yet.

"I don't get that a lot." While Rekani's arms had briefly tightened a squeeze around her and fingers had wandered softly along her lower abdomen, he drags his teeth gently along her earlobe. But before it gets too tempting, he relents, hands sliding away, placed on both her hips, then finally breaking contact as he moves away, joking by hamming it up with an even thicker Spanish accent, "Usually, it's 'Ayah! Get your sweaty ass off me!'"

Maybe having spent time in a kitchen a time or two, he moves to the sink to wash his hands, scrubbing, then drying. He grabs a drink of water before drying his hands and moving to help. "Aight, instruct me how to Douglas." he asserts, his grammar mock-crisp, but still attempting a Russian slurring given the task at hand, ever the jokester.

Kip makes a soft little sound as Rekani teases her. "You're nothing but trouble." She teases and, as he turns away from her, she does sneak in a small smack to his rear with a laugh at his joking. She adds in the cheese mixture to the spinach, whisking it all in together and then turns on the pot of oil so it can heat up. "Okay!" She turns back towards the dough, giggling again at his attempted Russian accent. She puts down a pot holder down near the dough area and places the breakfast mixture pan on to it.

"I will cut in to chunks the dough, and then you will flatten it out." Kip demonstrates, cutting off a piece of the dough and making it into a ball before working to flatten it. "And then we scoop filling in." She puts some filling in and, instead of folding it over, she rolls it up. "And then it will go into the oil when the oil is hot. Easy enough, yes?"

There's a little hissing chuckle from the Latino from the swat, then a waggled eyebrow, both in retort to that and his predilection to trouble. Rekani seems an old hat at working the dough into flat portions and filling it, the process close enough to empanadas he can manage. When he gets to rolling it, he has to watch carefully, makes a horrible looking first try, but quickly improves from there. He folds into the assembly line process easily, clearly used to cooperative family cooking.

"GGEZ." He answers as he works. He waits to form a question, seeming to mull it over. "Yaknow, now that I got that job at Jack's, he's cool with me workin' on my own stuff at night..."

Kip watches approvingly to the first few that Rekani gets going. She finishes off the cutting and then works on helping with the flattening and filling. About half of them get the breakfast filling and the other half are going to get the spinach, cheese mixture. She leaves the other half to him as she starts working on the frying of the dough.

She listens closely as Rekani talks about the body shop. "How are you liking it there?" She asks, looking over her shoulder to him and then quirked a brow. "Really? That's nice of him." Grinning again. "Does this mean we can finally do the car things?"

Flatten, fill, roll, repeat. Rekani works slowly, hands gently running through the steps, finding a rhythm to it in time with the music beat, starting to bob his head along. He watches what Kip was doing with interest, but explains.

"Dude's got a real Ron Swanson vibe." He takes on the most flat, expressionless face he can, making his voice gravely and monotone to go on, "Website looks great." Rekani snorts and resumes his typical expressive manner, "But he's funny when you listen. Lyric's pretty cool too. Fucking weirdest thing, did I tell you? Remember that pale, pale blonde from the cheerleader thing? Like whitest thing you ever seen? She's a DJ at the cabaret. She's also a mechanic. Like... What?" He asks the question rhetorically, face screwed up in confusion.

Kip eyes the floating dough rolls and carefully scooped the finished ones out with the scooper and into a paper towel lined bowl. "Hmm, oh! Yes!" Kip nodded about Lyric. "I remember she was talking about the yellow shots being banana flavored." She listens, raising a brow as she glanced back to Rekani. "So she's actually just your very tiny, pale clone?" Kip laughed. "Psikh," Crazy, "Seems unlikely, no?" She goes to retrieve some more of the ones he'd finished to transport them into the pot. "I'm glad you are like it though! Perhaps I will stop in one day to meet them all and say hi."

Rekani makes another snort of a laugh. Untranslated, thinking she said 'sick' fit just as well in the flow of conversation. "Hey, weirder things have happened in this town already. A smaller, less attractive version of me isn't that weird." He punctuates the joke by glancing to Kip and Voguing with one dough-sticky hand once or twice, then chuckling again.

"Yeah, defo. Were gonna be working on a stock car for racing. Shop sponsored. Should be fun. And we can absolutely get you a working set of wheels, now." He finishes the last of his work in short order, then sets them up for Kip's easy access, going to wash his hands again.

Kip waggles her brows at him as he vogues, laughing again. "Weird things are always happening here I guess." She agrees, continuing her steady pace of the frying process. "Stock racing? Is that like. The NASCAR?" She doesn't have a wide spectrum of knowledge of the car racing game.

"Maybe we go look at some options this week then? I know you have found some good possibilities." Kip nodded. Soon enough the last of the pirozhiki finishes and the bowl gets set on another part of the counter to cool while Kip starts to clean up the cooking mess. "Maybe also you teach me a thing or two about the cars when we are fixing it." Well, when he is fixing it, but Kip wanted to help if she could.

Rekani has to think for a moment to consider how he answers it, "No uh... Not stock like NASCAR. It can mean different things. Uh, when it comes stock, there's no mods. So we'll have to do stuff to it." He sets up to help with cleanup as well, putting things in the dishwasher, wiping up what needs it, "Like a roll cage, work on the engine, pull out dead weight, change out the drive train because it may need to handle more torque, that kind of thing."

Drying his hands again, he offers her the towel, which means her hands would likely be full when he surreptitiously runs the back of a finger up the back of her exposed thigh. He grins mischeviously. "Yeah I can teach you a thing or two."

"That sounds...interesting?" Kip didn't understand half of what he said. She liked looking at race cars and that was about the extent of her knowledge. "A team project is good for team building. Watching the race will be fun too!" She takes the towel from him to start drying her own hands and eyes him as she feels his finger run up her thigh.

"Be careful zaichik. Or else there may be a very public first lesson." Kip mock threatens him with a grin as she puts the towel back. She leans up to give him a quick kiss before getting down two plates. "Come, we eat and look at cars?" The latter half of the sentence posed more like a question as she offered one of the empty plates to him and then grabbed one of each of the pirozhiki types after pointing out to him which ones were which. And making sure to set some side for Nova when she woke up.

Rekani leans his face downward to assist and return the quick kiss, humming and grinning, "That's supposed to discourage me?" He jokes, giving her a good long look, eyes descending then rising again. He does take the plate though and pile the delicious little dough balls on it. He opens a cabinet and pulls a few clean dish towels out, laying them across the food so it stays warm without steaming them like foil would do. Must have been a trick he knew from his own recipes.

He leads the way into the living room area, setting his plate down and finding a seat on the couch, pulling the laptop onto his lap and getting comfortable, "Right. Let's see what's still up." He mumbles quietly while bringing up craigslist and taking the first bite. He has to pause to make a muffled groan of ecstasy, head lolling back.

Kip struck a little bit of a pose as Rekani eyed her and giggled again. "Maybe, maybe not" She lets him get his food first before piling up her own plate and following him to the living room. She curls up against him easily enough and sighed contentedly She reaches a hand over to take over the touch pad mouse while he ate, just navigating to the 'auto' category.

A little grin up at him. "Just as good as last time, hm?" Kip asked before picking up one of the spinach one and eating it with a happy sigh. "I will have to make a proper Russian dinner some time, but these are delicious. And addictive." Kip laughed.

"Fuck yes." Rekani answers, still muffled by a mouth full of food, because hed rather take another bite than act like an adult and hold a conversation politely. "You're my exclusive drug dealer now, thanks." Another happy groan as he swallows.

Well, with her hand on the touchpad, and his other eating, that meant he had a hand free to drop possessively to her leg as she had curled up against him. He points with his pinky at certain listings with the food-dirtied hand, trying to sift through ones he had seen, then looking surprised at one on the list. "Dude, that's dirt cheap, what the-..."

"Well if I'm drug dealer than you have to pay me in weed." Kip chuckles, head leaning lightly against his arm as she ate another pirozhiki. She snuggles in a little more when his hand falls to her leg, happy enough to navigate to where he says. There's a few they look at where she makes a 'No' face and those tabs don't stay open long but they do have a few potentials open when he gets to the Saab.

She reads over the advert slowly, since some of it is still foreign to her. "Maybe because half the outside parts are missing?" She asks, raising a brow and looking up at him. "That does seem ridiculously cheap...but good for us yes? How much do you think it would take to repair it?"

"For the cosmetic stuff, depends on what you want to spend. A turbo can run pretty high or low, new or salvage. The thing is, something this cheap? I can bypass the turbo in the short term, and you'll have something totally drivable and safe until we put it back in." Rekani finishes off another pirozhiki, chewing while he does the due diligence of some more looking, pointing to another listing nearby, while his other hand gently runs his thumb over her skin.

"Again, these look like easy fixes, and you can slowly replace cosmetic stuff as you go. The Saab is already 200k miles, so this Jetta may be a better deal. Hell, I could probably talk em down to like 600 for that. Lotta people don't like German cars, parts are harder to find, sometimes harder to work on. Not for me, that's my shit, but you just gotta spit game at these people, they fold."

"I guess that makes sense." Kip said, though she had no idea what a turbo was. Context clues led her to believe it was some kind of something to do with the engine. "As long as the inners are workings the outers don't have to look pretty." She agrees. When the Jetta ad is brought up, she makes a thoughtful noise. "I like the color." It looked like it would need more interior cosmetic work than exterior, but it wasn't missing nearly as much as the Saab.

"Between the two, this one definitely seems better for me." She nods towards the Jetta. "The Saab seems more like...an enthusiast project. And the Jetta will last longer because of the lower miles after it other stuff is fixed, yes?" Kip finished off a pirozhiki and shifted to set her plate aside for now and settled in again.

"Yeah, totally. Jettas and Golfs of that era get wrecked all the time, too. And their interiors are carbon copies. Finding seats and shit should be easy and cheap. Or we can throw some twenty dollar seat covers over it and be good for a little while." Rekani gives Kip a cocky wink and a squeeze at the bullshit suggestion akin to polishing a turd. He finishes off another doughy fluff of goodness and reaches into his pocket to dig out his phone, sending a text off to the owner about when he could see the Jetta. After a moment, he does glance over to her, again.

"Didn't I make a wisecrack about you driving a Jetta the day we met?"

Kip nudged him a bit in response and laughed. “We are definitely getting new seats. Seat covers can go over the new seats to keep them new.” She idly peered at his phone as he texted the owner and then looked up at him, thinking. “Oh...you did! Not when we met though. It was after. With the texting.” She smirked some. “I remember it because you were also going to give me some math lessons.” Wagging her brows at him and then looked back towards the laptop. She was pretty set on the Jetta at the moment but it was still fun to look.

"Maybe you are secretly also psychic hmmm? We should test this. What am I thinking?"

Rekani lets out a short laugh, "Oh yeah, my b. Sorry, I smoke a lot." He grins at her, returning the waggling, "I mean, I think thr tutoring has been going pretty well. Wait... Are you making fun of me?"

He squints at Kip, angling his neck away to give her a little more intense side eye. Yes, he was actually psychic. Could his meager abilities, compared to his sister, compare to Kip's mind? Nope. She would clearly feel his power reach out, but it would only lick at her emotions if she let it.

Kip feigned an innocent look. "Me? Make fun of you? Never, Rekani." She leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You are a very good teacher though." She agreed with a chuckle. There was a touch of surprise in her eyes as she felt the brush of his mind against her own. Having no psychic abilities of her own - well, besides the object movement and tearing open doors to other words - it was a rather strange feeling. Likely due in part to this startledness, he was able to get a fleeting sense of happiness before her mind closed off to him. She realized it must have been something like what Nova did.

"That is such a strange feeling." She said finally. "I don't know how you do it. You or Nova." She reached up to idly run a hand through Rekani's hair. "Did you learn anything?" From his mental invasion attempt, just sounding curious since she didn't know exactly how that worked.

Rekani shrugs, though he does grin. "Ahh, I dunno. I used to be able to do more, like talk?" He taps his temple, then leans in a little bit, whispering and looking around as if sharing a juicy secret. "We used to trade answers on tests when we were little." He taps his finger to his mouth, as if she should keep quiet about it.

He considers Kip for a moment before his eyes climb upwards, "You were uh... Thinking about puppies?" He ventures, voice playfully inquiring, "Maybe? Something fluffy, I dunno, you were happy about something."

"Your secret is safe with me." Kip returned in the conspiratorial whisper. "I wish I had something like that when I was in school." She chuckled softly. Listening with interest, she just give a bit of a grin at his answer to what she was thinking. "Hm, something fluffy is close." She agrees. "Maybe you are a little bit of a mind reader." She wiggles her fingers at him and lingers against him for a moment or two longer before she starts to stand up, retrieving her plate and eating the last pirozhiki on it. "Are you done or do you want anymore?" She asked, holding a hand out for his plate too if it was empty.

Rekani cocks his head and looks up at her, "Really?" He gives her another one of those measuring looks, slowly up and down, as if he were really considering the gall she must have. Its weakened by the fact it lingers a little too long on her legs.

"Whatchu thinkin' you stay the night and I'ma let you do dishes?" He sighs heavily, not sure just how she could fathom the social implications. He puts the laptop aside and throws his hands up in disbelief, then laughs as he goes to lever himself up to follow her.

A smirk graced Kip's lips briefly as he eyes her over again. "You know that look does not work if you keep getting distracted." A quick wink. The Russian has a touch of a blank look on her face as she processes the next few sentences he speaks. As he starts to stand up, she turns to head back into the kitchen.

"I do not know. If I stay over multiple nights in a row people might start talking." She mused, rinsing off the plates to put in the dishwasher before leaning against the counter and it's her turn to give him a bit of a once over before settling up on his face. "And I am doing no one's dishes but my own."

Rolling his eyes good natueredly with the joke, I adds a little cant of his head and nod, as if to say 'Yeah that's what I thought'. Setting his plate aside as he follows her into the kitchen, Rekani slides up and puts his hands on Kip's hips, that look as good of an invitation as he could get, really. He'd push to back her up to the counter as well, getting close, looming over her with a warm, mischevious grin,

"Oh yeah, mamacita? What they gonna say?" He asks in a low voice, a little hint of that cockiness to his voice.

Kip tilted her head to look up as Rekani came in close. It really wasn't fair, this height advantage he had on her. Ariana was going to tease her mercilessly when get got come later and divulged to her bestfriend the way her her heart started racing in this moment. It was all very unfair. She cut a brief glance towards the hallway where Nova still soundly slept and then back towards him.

Her hands lifted from the counter now toy with the hem of his t-shirt. Perhaps a few seconds of stalling needed while she came up with someone kind of good counter to his question. "Probably that you are madly in love with me." Kip grinned, a tease in her tone and then gave a little shrug with a chuckle. "People like to talk, no? There's lots of songs about it."

Oh, she was toying with what he was wearing? One of Rekani's hands dips a little lower in answer, toying with the the hem of his t-shirt that the Russian had appropriated, his finger briefly brushing the skin of her thigh as he does. He was arching one brow, as if wondering if she recognized his challenge. Hell, the little glance at the doorway kinda just made it hotter. Risk always did. Not like he hadn't been forced to witness plenty of shit from his sister.

"Oh, I'm madly in love with you? Huh." He was looking down at her, past her face, that dangerous sort of look one gets when it's less about conversation and more about other, more basic pursuits, "You're staying over at my place. Sure they're not gonna say it the other way around?" Seems both of them were gonna dance around this issue.

Dance they would. "Of course not." There's just a touch of pink flushing Kip's tanned skin at his questions, and his own teasing. Her fingers shift and slide upward, underneath his shirt now. Cool hands on warm skin. "Your place is obviously more convenient." What with her place just being a room share situation. "There isn't really anything stopping you from coming to my place..." She shifts a bit, pressing closer to him, dark eyes locked on his own, a touch of mischief dancing in them. "Though we certainly couldn't do this."

"Oh." Rekani makes a noise of understanding, both eyebrows jumping briefly as if this was just so surprising. He was meeting her eyes again as his hand was likening to hers, pressing flat to her leg and lifting, running his palm upward, lifting that hem in such a risky manner, until he would be taking hold of her hip, at least if she didn't stop him. His eyes dance over that slight pink flush. It was gorgeous to his eyes. He was much less embarrassed.

"Yeah, how silly of me. Much more benefit to my place." The words were a whisper, face descending slowly toward hers, not knowing when he started, but knowing where he wanted to end up, lips brought toward hers.