[ in a way, minsuk expects some kind of something like this. the vehemence of the egg's untimely demise is, perhaps, a little more than he'd bargained for but diesel is literally licking his hand and oh my god that's not safe?! hello?! wolves. dogs. minsuk gapes briefly, eyes absolutely fishbowled, before shaking his head and going to grab a dish towel. he throws the tap on enough to dampen it before turning back to diesel. he's glad he tied his hair back. it could have been a lot messier; even so, it got a bit everywhere. minsuk raises the moistened dishtowel to wipe at diesel's cheek and his brow, not laughing but sort of...amused. ]
Usually there's an angry chicken sitting on the egg, which helps.
[ minsuk uses his other hand to carefully, gently keep diesel's stray hairs out of the way as he gets the egg splatter off of the rest of his face. ]
Sorry I could've been clearer in my directions. Wash your hands and we'll keep going.
[ this said, he peers briefly in a once-over at diesel's visage before nodding to himself and stepping back, then using the dishtowel to wipe down the counter. then, also, while diesel presumably washes his hands, he fishes out a loose leaf strainer that he uses to gather up the stray shells in the egg bowl. it's rather effective, a hack from when he couldn't afford to waste even one egg and nowadays it's both habit and mindfulness that somewhere out there there's someone else who'd bee furious with him for wasting anything he doesn't have to. because he can afford to now, even if he doesn't make as much as min yongjae, but he doesn't want to - in either respect.
he likes the life he has - bexan, his curious friendship with ein and diesel, impromptu cooking lessons, and the background of arguments about major coffee enterprises.
once diesel is done washing his hands, assuming he does, minsuk has finished hunting out the shell bits and tossing them. good as new. but he does grab another bowl this time, just in case. he also thinks maybe it will be less pressure on diesel. he's not sure how that works for him, if he gets self conscious when a mistake is made, or if it's water off a duck's er dog's back. but it doesn't hurt anyone to be mindful. he nudges it a bit across the counter so it's closer to him and plucks another egg out of the carton, offering it to him lightly. ]
Try again.
[ he could, he supposes, guide his actions by covering diesel's hand with his own and trying to control his force, but the idea is sort of laughable to minsuk. diesel doesn't lack control. he's just strong and hasn't done this before. he tips his head to one side, transparently considering this option but not sure if it's offensive to suggest. there's a difference between teaching and being babied through it, a thing minsuk might be a little hypersensitive to honestly.
for all that he's not part wolf or dog or anything, a fair number of minsuk's actions might come across reminiscent as such anyway. ]
/adopts diesel AND ein who knows how
Usually there's an angry chicken sitting on the egg, which helps.
[ minsuk uses his other hand to carefully, gently keep diesel's stray hairs out of the way as he gets the egg splatter off of the rest of his face. ]
Sorry I could've been clearer in my directions. Wash your hands and we'll keep going.
[ this said, he peers briefly in a once-over at diesel's visage before nodding to himself and stepping back, then using the dishtowel to wipe down the counter. then, also, while diesel presumably washes his hands, he fishes out a loose leaf strainer that he uses to gather up the stray shells in the egg bowl. it's rather effective, a hack from when he couldn't afford to waste even one egg and nowadays it's both habit and mindfulness that somewhere out there there's someone else who'd bee furious with him for wasting anything he doesn't have to. because he can afford to now, even if he doesn't make as much as min yongjae, but he doesn't want to - in either respect.
he likes the life he has - bexan, his curious friendship with ein and diesel, impromptu cooking lessons, and the background of arguments about major coffee enterprises.
once diesel is done washing his hands, assuming he does, minsuk has finished hunting out the shell bits and tossing them. good as new. but he does grab another bowl this time, just in case. he also thinks maybe it will be less pressure on diesel. he's not sure how that works for him, if he gets self conscious when a mistake is made, or if it's water off a duck's er dog's back. but it doesn't hurt anyone to be mindful. he nudges it a bit across the counter so it's closer to him and plucks another egg out of the carton, offering it to him lightly. ]
Try again.
[ he could, he supposes, guide his actions by covering diesel's hand with his own and trying to control his force, but the idea is sort of laughable to minsuk. diesel doesn't lack control. he's just strong and hasn't done this before. he tips his head to one side, transparently considering this option but not sure if it's offensive to suggest. there's a difference between teaching and being babied through it, a thing minsuk might be a little hypersensitive to honestly.
for all that he's not part wolf or dog or anything, a fair number of minsuk's actions might come across reminiscent as such anyway. ]