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towerofanimus2013-05-02 05:44 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-02 05:44 pm
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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.]
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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[He rolled his eyes like a decent teenager, slapping his hands against his legs in exasperation.]
Always about fuckin'... like... "be nice to humans", "cater to the motherfuckin' humans", "humans don't fuckin' get their like on all of this shit", "act more like a fucking human". The fuck got your lot all up and so motherfuckin' entitled!?
[Oh, lord. Not a human rant.]
Take my mouth water as a fuckin' sign of respect for that culinary genius you got baskin' fucking all before your ass, motherfucker. What's it take for a kid to get a little motherfuckin' grub around here!?
shit now I'm talking like Gamzee
My food, my rules. Keep your drool to yourself.
[Really, it's the least you can do, Gamzee. Be glad he doesn't care about your language.]
mass subject line saying i'm hiatusing and will be back 5/20! ♥
Fair e-fuckin'-nough.
[He makes a show of sucking his saliva back in his mouth.]
So when all do I get me some of that motherfuckin' beauty?
I WAS LATE ANYWAY IS OK
When it's done.
[How did he get worked into giving you any, kid? Whatever, there's more than enough.]
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[He watches the piece of meat flop around in the pan, sizzling each time it hits the surface. A fat, purple tongue is lolling out of his painted-up mouth, and he tries to remember the no-drooling rule. The result of trying to reign it in is a lot of slurping noises.]
...It motherfuckin' done yet, bro?
[He asked feebly, peering over Asch's shoulder again and turning his head so he was staring directly at the man's cheekbone.]