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[bloodyashes]

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.]

Comments

I got double-teamed by Rikus what is this

[bloodyashes]

[A glance, and - ah, yes, the blue-collared one, ok. Thankfully he can sort of tell you kids apart by that.]

I wasn't planning on it, but if it disappoints you that much, I could arrange something.

[Yes, that was sarcasm.]

It had to happen sooner or later. ;] I figured now was a good time.

[keybearer]

[He snorts. A little sarcasm never bothered him, what with his snarker status, and he merely leans back against a nearby wall.]

Nah. If you ask me, flowers belong in pots, not with poultry.

It's always a good time for Riku

[bloodyashes]

[Congrats AUku, you are now his favorite.]

Better than last month. At least there's actually something to eat.

[And he doesn't mind the flowers that much, so nothing to complain about, really.]

[keybearer]

True. Then again, you could argue that Jason gave us something too... something awful, anyway.

[But maybe those bars count as less than food after all. They certainly don't taste nourishing.]

[bloodyashes]

I know prisons that give better food.

[He doesn't actually know a prison that gives out food that horrible. Luckily, there's hunting and such.]

[keybearer]

I sure hope you don't have personal experience.

[He's not making any assumptions, but somehow Riku doubts prison food is a huge improvement.]

[bloodyashes]

Fortunately, no. I just know a few people.

[Dist, for example, had probably screamed about his delicate diet loudly enough to be heard in Sheridan.]

[keybearer]

Well, whoever they were, they'd probably rethink their food situation after stomaching just one of those bars.

[Still, at least they're not starving every month. Small miracles.]

[bloodyashes]

[The mental image gets a chuckle, at least.]

I'd say he'd probably starve to death, but somehow it never seems to work out that way.

[Dist the Roach, impossible to actually kill.]

[keybearer]

What, is he one of those tenacious types?

[Or maybe his stomach's just super durable. There's a thought.]

[bloodyashes]

Definitely. His childhood friend calls him a cockroach.

[That's their relationship for sure.]

In my experience, it's been entirely accurate.

[keybearer]

...You know, I'd say that's harsh, but I've known people just like that.

[His Replica, for one, even if he feels less irritated by him nowadays.]

There's always at least some nuisance who just doesn't know when to quit.

[bloodyashes]

[Please, AUku, your replica could never measure up to Dist. He's irreplaceable.]

It'd be boring if there wasn't.

[keybearer]

True. Plus, they do tend to keep us on our toes.

[At least, if they're the type to get in your face with their persistence. He used to regard Donald in a similar light.]