2nd Goal

[whatpenguin]

Characters: Genda Koujirou and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Action please!;
Summary: FOOD.
FOOD.
Warnings: I'll add them in if there are any!

[After finding out the tower's been restocked, Genda's well past raided the fridge by now - he's cooked everything he knows how, prepared tons of homestyle meals, and now?
He's got it all spread out on a table and he is stuffing his face.
Genda's also made sure to avoid anything he deems inedible, too. Which means no poisonous foods, and definitely no vegetables, yuck.

You're free to the food too, of course! As it is, he's probably going to offer anyway.
... Not that he wouldn't be able to eat it all himself.]

Comments

[whatpenguin]

... I could teach you, if you'd like.
Cooking really isn't all that hard.

[He's trying not to laugh at that, though - you were a cute kid by the sounds of it, Aphrodi..!]

[errandwings]

[ But why would he torture himself like that? The only reason why he's in the Cafeteria in the first place is because he had no idea there was one. ]

Hmm, if you can. [ Okay, so he's a little curious as to how it's done. ] I'm really bad at cooking. [ Burning fruit salad? Check. ]

[whatpenguin]

Ah, no one's "bad" at cooking. They just haven't had practice.
It's not like singing or art, where you need to have a natural talent for it!

[Which means yes, he can so teach you, Aphrodi!! Whenever he's done eating, anyway.]

[errandwings]

I think it's safer to trust me on this one.

[ Natural talent for cooking exists, he's a prime example of someone in desperate need of it.

Aphrodi will... look at the ceiling or something because the food is making him both hungry and ill. ]

[whatpenguin]

... Are you feeling alright, Aphrodi?

[errandwings]

Hm? Yeah, of course.

[ He smiles! He is technically alright. ]

Don't mind me, just finish your meal.

[whatpenguin]

Are you sure? There's plenty here for you too, if you'd like.

[errandwings]

[ ...oh gosh, Aphrodi feels a little rude to keep on declining. ]

No, no, it's yours after all.

[whatpenguin]

... Hmm.

[He pauses then, poking something with his fork thoughtfully.]

... Are you a vegetarian, Aphrodi? Is that it?

[errandwings]

No-

[ wait. Maybe he can get away with pretending he is. ]

I mean, yes, of course. [ He's not very convincing. ]

[whatpenguin]

That didn't sound very sincere.

[A pause.]

Are you just a vegetarian as a fad then, Aphrodi? You know that's not good for you at all.

[Don't make him mother you. >8(]

1/3 I think

[errandwings]

[ sladjk ] No! It's not like that!

I- I just- fine.

[ ...sob okay. He's going to do this- Aphordi picks up a fork and cuts himself a bite and holds it in front of his face for a long minute to stare at.

Food. He is going to eat you. Aphrodi prays to whatever gods that are up there that it actually stays down. ]

2/4 actually I lied

[errandwings]

3/4

[errandwings]

[ ...hey look he swallowed just fine there are no problems! ]

4/4 yes

[errandwings]

[ Nope that is a lie, sorry Genda, Aphrodi's going to need to brb really quick to the nearest bathroom. ]

[whatpenguin]

[... Oh. 8(( Maybe he really was a vegetarian, then...

Genda'll just... Grab some napkins and wait for him, then. He'd follow to hold his hair back, but he's not sure how comfortable he'd be with that -]

[errandwings]

[ Might as well because Aphrodi would have batted Genda away with a stick, head in the toilet bowl or not.

He's going to wash up a little before going back. ]

Sorry about that-- It's not your cooking or anything, so don't be offended. [ In fact it was pretty nice while it lasted. ]

[whatpenguin]

It's... alright.
Are you okay, though? You aren't sick, are you?

[He's holding the napkins out though, before going to go check him for a fever and whatnot!!]

[errandwings]

No! Perfectly fine!

[ Aphrodi takes a napkin but tries to dodge any contact. He knew this person before so definitely no touching. ]

[whatpenguin]

[That gets a pause, tilting his head, but he draws his hand back and settles it at his side instead.]

Most people don't do something like that unless they're ill, though.
... I'm sorry if it seemed like I pressured you to eat.

[Guess he was wrong to think they were friends right off the bat? Genda has a screwy idea of how friendship works, after all.]

[errandwings]

I'm very not ill, don't worry about it. [ People do this all the time, promise! ]

It's okay. I would have thrown up on you if I was going to blame you.

[ They are still friends don't worry! He just ate a bite for you, Genda, if that isn't friendship what is? ]

[whatpenguin]

... What a pleasant thought. [H-hahaha...]

Did you know you were going to get sick, though?

[errandwings]

[ Aphrodi nods. Yes it's a very pleasant thought, isn't it? But he didn't, so there's no dirty laundry!

He pauses before answering the next bit though. ]

Err, maybe?

[whatpenguin]

... So you did, then.

[errandwings]

[ C- caught! ]

...Yeah, I guess I did.