towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: A grumpy redhead and YOU.
Setting: Cafeteria/kitchens, backdated to yesterday.
Format: [why do I even put this on here]
Summary: The siren's call of real food has drawn someone out of his post-event hiding place.
Warnings: Possibly event aftermath?

[He's done a good job of making himself missing the last week and a half, holed up in a back corner of the library with a beanbag and as many books as he can carry. It's actually a bit of a surprise when the new month comes around, bringing with it food other than Jason's nutrition bars, and that, ultimately, is what draws him away from the standard part of the cafeteria and back into the kitchens. It definitely seems to have put him in a better mood - he's more animated than he's been in a while as he looks through the cupboards and large refrigerator.

Before long, he's got a pot of water boiling for tea and a selection of chicken breast on the cutting board, a knife in hand as he trims away fat and chops the chicken into smaller pieces. Maybe if you approach him, he'll make your something that isn't covered in flowers.

But don't count on it.]

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[Hey, he can deal with staring pretty well. Doesn't mean he likes to, though.]

Did you want something?

I smelled it.

[ As if that's.. an answer to the question. It is, although not directly since she's just that weird.. and she still stares at him, hardly even blinking. ]

Are you having fun..?

[...Yeah, that sort of answered his question, but...]

What does it matter to you?

[Why are you in his business.]

Well.. I know someone who makes food here sometimes too, and now I see you doing it too. [ Don't pretend like it's not a normal activity, Urotsuki.. ] I thought that if it's a lot of fun, I might try it myself too.

[...Yeah, definitely a weird kid. Tower takes all kinds, apparently.]

It's a good skill to learn anyway.

[Not something he does for fun, particularly, but he doesn't dislike it, either.]

Then how did you learn it?

[ She tilts her head sideways a little as she thinks about it. ]

It looks so difficult.

...It's really not.

[If he actually knew her, he might offer some tips, but not for a stranger girl who just wandered in. He has better things to do with his time.]

There's plenty of other people who could teach you.

No, I'll try by myself. I have to work hard, after all. [ She frowns a little, as if she's trying to figure it out just by watching him. ]

.. Could you use a chainsaw in the kitchen?

A what?

[Selective steampunk world problems. Still, it has saw in the name, so...]

It's probably too large, anyway.

[ .. Hmm.. she figures it's probably easier to show her. And her weird hammerspace powers come in pretty well now, since she just holds out her hands and then her chainsaw appears in them. ]

It's this big. That's not that big, is it? [ Only to you, Urotsuki. ]