towerofanimus | Snack time

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Snack time

Characters: Mimio and anyone in the mood for sushi
Setting: Kitchen and cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: Mimio's been upset for a while now. What better way to cheer up than by cooking?
Warnings: None as of yet.

Fish, knives, rice cooking, and seaweed at the ready. Mimio was all set for this. He hadn't cooked for anyone in so long he'd have worried if he wasn't sure he knew what he was doing. He had recipes saved to his memory and was ready to go. The only thing he was waiting for now was the guy he'd talked to in the game and on the network after. He could hardly contain his excitement; meeting someone and making dinner, this was a red-letter day in his books.

Waiting any longer was out of the question, his tail was twitching from side to side in impatience. And it wouldn't hurt to get a bit of an early start, preparing the fish.

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Mimio nodded, and set about making a few rolls. It'd be rude to keep the lady waiting, after all. "Yup, it was part'a what I did back home. Th' cookin', th' cleanin', jus' takin' care'a my sweetheart in general." He laughed quietly, plating up the sushi. "Didn't get too many visitors either, but I think that's jus' 'cause he was too busy with work ta have much company."

Sushi plated, he sat the dish in front of Xue, excited to see if she liked it. "Here's a starter, but if ya want more jus' tell me."

"Mon, ya shouldn't 'ave offered ta serve up more. Dis troll gal can pack a bit' o food. Not as much as a Tauren mind joo, but the field requires ya ta be fully fed and ready ta be burnin' some energy!"

With that out of the way, it was chow time! Xue went right for the rolls with a big smile that only grew bigger as she bit into the delicious roll. A delighted sound escaped her lips and she gave Mimio a big thumbs up.

"Ya weren't kiddin' mon! Dees be great!"

Mimio was confused by part of what she said- what was a Tauren, anyway?- but the idea that he'd have more to do made him laugh in glee. "Heh, I don't mind, I ain't got a problem makin' more food. I ain't had a chance to in what feels like forever, an' I like ta."

His smile only grew as he saw her enjoyment. "Thank ya! 'm glad ya like 'em!" He threw himself into making more sushi for her; it was like being home again, sort of, and he could almost forget just where he was.

"Fer real mon? Dang, I be wishin' ya woulda been part o' mah team. Da cook wasn't too good, had heart, but havin' no taste really kills how far 'e can be goin'." She shrugged and shook her head before digging into the last bits of sushi, wiping her face with the back of her hand and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"I gotta admit mon, joor really good at this. Dat was sum of da best I evah be havin'!"

Mimio could only laugh at that; taste definitely was important when cooking, heart couldn't cover everything. "Yer team? What'd ya play?" he asked, trying to figure out what sport she could have been in.

"'m glad. I haven't made much more, but yer welcome ta what I have. An' I'll start in on some other kinds, ya might like 'em too." he smiled.

"Eh, I was part of a mercenary group." she started as she licked her fingers gratefully.

"Usually we were strictly hired by one of da warrin' sides of mah world, but occasionally we be gettin' jobs from the others." she shrugged.

At the offer, she smiled cheerily, "'Ey mon, I don't be mindin' tryin' out new tings mahself!"

Mercenary? Mimio tried desperately to parse that, figure out precisely what that was. He didn't have any context examples to draw on (though to be fair his context would have been what he had seen on TV back home) and he wasn't about to ask if she was serious, so he settled himself into thinking yes she was. "Sounds like a major job." he finally said.

Her assurance was really the last spur he needed, and Mimio started working on an inside-out roll, or as close to one as he could get with what he had. He made sure he could pack more fish into it, slicing off a few more slivers to add.

"It was for da most part. Kinda 'ard ta do much of anyting else when der be a war almost constantly mon." She shook her head and let out a sigh before simply shrugging it off.

Xue looked over curiously at his handiwork, an eager smile on her face as she witness the work put into the roll.

"Guess so... I gotta admit, I don't have much of an idea what it'd be like ta be in that kinda situation. Jus' newspapers an' such from home. Someone's always fightin' someone, and at least it's not home doin' it." He shrugged.

The attention to his work didn't bother him, and he didn't mind showing how he put the sushi together. In fact, her watching made him feel rather pleased.

"Must be nice," she started as she rest her head on the closest table without being all up in his workspace.

"Always be wonderin' wat it would be like ta live peacefull fer once." Xue shrugged and laughed it off a little.

"But wat can ya do right mon? S'jus' da way tings are I suppose."

"I guess... but then when ya ain't got bigger worries th' littler ones seem ta be all ya can think of. Are ya takin' care of yer lover, are they gonna finally say they love ya, what ta make fer dinner, lunch, breakfast... Th' little worries eat up yer world, an' when that's what ya got ta focus on..." Mimio shook his head, he hadn't meant to open his mouth quite like that.

"Well, I guess ya could say this is peaceful? Well, sorta. I dunno, would ya really call this peace?" he asked, quick to change the subject.

Xue blinked a few times before laughing a bit, she certainly hadn't been expecting something like that from them. She finally smiled at him warmly and nodded, "Ya know. Joor really cute. And ya be right in that it's sometimes da little tings dat really take up joor worries most of da time. I be bettin' joor lover's really lucky ta 'ave someone like joo lookin' aftah dem."

She nodded once more, "It be a relative peace I s'posin' mon. Seems as long as ya stay outta trouble joo should be fine." It's when trouble comes to find you that you should worry...

A bright blush lit up his face; Mimio couldn't recall having ever been deemed 'cute', and the compliment to something other than his cooking was certainly unexpected. "Th-thank ya," he said, quietly, a faint grin coming to his face. "Well, he'll be luckier when I get ta come home, but fer now I can jus' do what I can here. That's all I can do." And he was going to be positive about it, as positive as he could get. It wouldn't be 'if' he could go home, 'if' his home was still around, it was 'when' he got to go back to a complete home.

"Yeah, they don't make it easy here though, do they?" he asked, a shaky laugh following.

"Man, I be wishin' I could be sayin' dat mahself haha! But I can't be sayin' dat I won't be happy ta find mahself back in my nice home." Sure she was alone, but it was still a really nice one!

"Naw, dey don't seem like dey be wantin' ta make it easy on us. Which makes me wondah wat dey be plannin'."

Mimio could only smile and nod; he felt where she was coming from. He wanted to be home, where he could walk around and not worry that he was going to become a silicone meal for some creature, and where the fresh air he got could be while he was going to market, not stolen moments when he could get past monsters to that floor with a meadow on it.

"Nothin' good, if what we've seen so far is any indication," he muttered, face darkening.

"Aye, I keep tinkin' dis jus' be one giant experiment or hell mon, even a damn dollhouse fer whoevah be controllin' dis 'ere towah."

And she didn't like that at all. She had already been something's toy before and it had been incredibly unpleasant. She was hoping this was different.

He'd never thought of it like that, but now that the idea had entered his head he knew it wouldn't be leaving any time soon. And frankly, the idea made Mimio angrier than he'd been since he got here. He wasn't a plaything, damn it! Just because he was a robot didn't mean he didn't have feelings of his own. He tried to channel this into more sushi, but the rolls came out crooked and odd-looking, and he stopped himself until he could calm down a bit.

"Yeah? Well, this doll ain't too pleased with th' idea. I'd like ta ask 'em a couple'a questions. Like why'd they pick who they picked?"

"Can joo talk to em'?" Frankly Xue hadn't known whether or not you could talk to these so called 'saviors'.

"Jus' askin' cause I be sure a great deal of da denizens would be havin' more dan a few choice words wit em'."

And most where probably not too kind.

All Mimio could do was shrug. He hadn't been here long enough to know, and they certainly didn't seem to be making themselves available, but who was to say they hadn't before and wouldn't again?

"Yeah, I got a few things I'd like ta let loose on 'em for."

Xue wasn't surprised, he definitely looked like he'd had it rough here. And a few of the others she'd met so far had sore treatment and beyond, and still. Something about this place just rubbed her off even worse, not that she'd really show it. She'd been through hell and back and this was just another nightmare to go through, a much more mellow nightmare so far, but still.

She simply smiled at him and relaxed on her chair. "Ey' mon, don't be sweatin' it. I be sure we'll get wat we be wantin' soonah or latah. Jus' gotta hang on and not be givin' up yanno?"

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