Snack time

[nyandeshiko]

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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[mutab1e]

...

Equius grabbed for another bit of rice to distract his hands. "...Uhm. How so?"

[nyandeshiko]

"Well, fer starters, he kinda had a fishface." Mimio put down his bit of rice to settle his hands at his jawbone, wriggling the fingers in the closest approximation to fins as he could get. "An' he was kinda a jerk too. Like yanno th' snobby kinda guy ya see on dramas an' such, th' one with all th' money an' none of th' people skills? He's that kinda guy, only yanno he prob'ly isn't shapin' up in th' end."

He moved his hands back down, picking up the rice to finish shaping it. "'s not a bad thing, though. At least ya can talk without bein' rude."

[mutab1e]

He nodded, listening thoughtfully to Mimio -- even when he was making that odd face. "He was a seadweller, if he had fins on his face. Most... most seadwellers act like that." He finished another piece of sushi and set it on the plate in front of him, doing his best to expel the thought of the one seadweller who didn't. "I'm very far away from him, though, in terms of blood. And geographically, since obviously they live in the sea and most trolls live on land. So..."

[nyandeshiko]

"Seadweller, huh?" Mimio murmured, trying to think back. Had he said something like that? 'Highest of the high', but why was that? His confusion was evident, especially as he heard 'blood' in the mix. "Wait, in terms of blood? Whaddaya mean by that?" The whole thing with trolls had him confounded, really, but he wanted to figure things out. He paused in the middle of a roll in hopes of getting some sort of understanding.

[mutab1e]

"Well." Equius finished the roll in his hands so he could set it down, and use them for his explanation, as he often did. "Trolls can have one of twelve different blood colors. It's like your caste system, where what color blood you are determines where you fall in society. There are biological differences as well; as you saw, trolls with blood near the higher end are sea-dwelling trolls. And lowbloods are more likely to have psychic abilities. Uhm... the troll you met, was he wearing purple anywhere on his person?"

[nyandeshiko]

The catboy nodded; it wasn't making entire sense to him, but it was making enough that he could try to muddle his way through it. Given, though, his entire existence up to being brought to the tower had consisted of an apartment and a couple of blocks outside to go grocery shopping, so he hadn't had too much experience.

Mimio had to think. He hadn't gone out of his way to try and find the troll again, and he wasn't entirely sure, but he nodded. "I think so. An' some kinda fancy outfit. He looked older than you, I think. 's been a while."

[mutab1e]

Equius nodded as well, thoughtful. "An adult... he would certainly act more befitting of his caste, yes." Doop doop, there goes another roll. It's almost mindless now. This is good. Something he can do all with his hands and not with his mind. "Did you... do you remember his name?" He wasn't aware there were any seadwellers in this tower past one odd-looking guy he had only seen for a fraction of a second and Nepeta, so it was probably better that he knew about them ahead of time.

[nyandeshiko]

The best part about this sushi thing, Mimio has decided, is that he can focus on other things while he works, which makes time go by faster and lets him rack up more food without even thinking about it. The name thing takes a bit of thought though, what had that guy's name been? "Dual... somethin' or another, he's jus' kinda Fishface ta me." He might be more reverent if he knew quite what he was up against, but really, all he knows is attitude problem and snobby outlook, and that's bound to set him to clash.

[mutab1e]

"'Dual'...? I don't know any highblood with that name." And he didn't. He would, though -- and he would certainly show more reverence as well -- if certain others had been a bit more free with their information; Orphaner Dualscar was the bloke who lobbed Eridan's arm off, which likewise sent him flying face-first into a big bowl of freakouts. It was not a happy time in the Tower, suffice to say. "Thank you for informing me, though."

[nyandeshiko]

Mimio's memory was unclear due to time and lack of extended time in Dualscar's company, otherwise he might have been a bit more wary of the troll. "No problem."

The cat went back to his sushi, pondering for a bit about what to talk about next. What question could he ask, really, he couldn't figure that out. And he wanted to know more.

[mutab1e]

"This, um, sushi..." Equius held up the piece he was making. "Is it common to just eat... raw things like this? Where you come from?" It certainly seemed odd to him, but then, he was pretty sure by now that most human foods didn't have poisons in them that only came out by cooking.