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towerofanimus2013-09-08 03:18 am
floreatnoctem) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-08 03:18 am
Ooh, let them eat cake
Characters: Chidori Yoshino; Open
Setting: The Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: There are things to cook with, though they aren't exactly real. Chidori capitalizes anyway.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Kitchen]
[Early morning of the eighth, finds an unusual sight in the tower's kitchen. Chidori, having woken earlier than usual to finish her tower-appointed work before getting her own breakfast, has overtaken the kitchen.]
--some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them...
[She's singing distractedly, almost as if she doesn't realize she's doing so at all, her voice barely audible over the clattering of pans and sounds of someone preparing to do more than their share of cooking.]
Are we really living or just wal-king dead now? Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels...
[She's setting out baking trays and pans to one side, mixing bowls and utensils to the other, ingredients right in front of her. Sleeves pinned up, apron in place, she even ties her hair back with a ribbon before nodding in satisfaction and reaching for the flour.]
The way we live, the way we die- what a tragedy, I'm so te-rri-fied...
[Interrupt? Help? Up to you.
[Cafeteria]
[There are a lot of baked goods on the tables around lunchtime.
A lot.
If there's one thing Chidori appreciates about the enormous walk-in ovens, it's that she can bake a lot at one time-- and if she needs to pop in while they're on, she generally leaves feeling a little refreshed because of her persona's fire-eating abilities. That said, she may or may not have made more than she can reasonably finish off on her own throughout the day, so she's set up a hastily-made sign:
And beneath it is a (for a while at least) seemingly still-expanding array of sweets- sugar cookies, raspberry cheesecake, lemon meringue pie, chocolate cake with chocolate mousse in between the layers, angel food cake and a peach cobbler.
When she's finally finished, she barely eats any of her lunch before reaching for a slice of cheesecake to go with the mug of tea she's got at the ready.
Better get to whatever you want before someone else does.]
Setting: The Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: There are things to cook with, though they aren't exactly real. Chidori capitalizes anyway.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Kitchen]
[Early morning of the eighth, finds an unusual sight in the tower's kitchen. Chidori, having woken earlier than usual to finish her tower-appointed work before getting her own breakfast, has overtaken the kitchen.]
--some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them...
[She's singing distractedly, almost as if she doesn't realize she's doing so at all, her voice barely audible over the clattering of pans and sounds of someone preparing to do more than their share of cooking.]
Are we really living or just wal-king dead now? Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels...
[She's setting out baking trays and pans to one side, mixing bowls and utensils to the other, ingredients right in front of her. Sleeves pinned up, apron in place, she even ties her hair back with a ribbon before nodding in satisfaction and reaching for the flour.]
The way we live, the way we die- what a tragedy, I'm so te-rri-fied...
[Interrupt? Help? Up to you.
[Cafeteria]
[There are a lot of baked goods on the tables around lunchtime.
A lot.
If there's one thing Chidori appreciates about the enormous walk-in ovens, it's that she can bake a lot at one time-- and if she needs to pop in while they're on, she generally leaves feeling a little refreshed because of her persona's fire-eating abilities. That said, she may or may not have made more than she can reasonably finish off on her own throughout the day, so she's set up a hastily-made sign:
FREE FOR TOWER RESIDENTS
--Yoshino
And beneath it is a (for a while at least) seemingly still-expanding array of sweets- sugar cookies, raspberry cheesecake, lemon meringue pie, chocolate cake with chocolate mousse in between the layers, angel food cake and a peach cobbler.
When she's finally finished, she barely eats any of her lunch before reaching for a slice of cheesecake to go with the mug of tea she's got at the ready.
Better get to whatever you want before someone else does.]
THE LATEST TAGS sob
WOW OKAY THEN.
"Y-yeah I know." he added outloud to anyone who was hearing their public conversation. She had one free hand, so he took it and the walked a little quicker right into the ovens inside, as he switched personas and put in the pie like a good little public service. There.
Hormones quickly took over after that, as he just let his body do the talking.
At least no clothing was coming off.who is this guy again?
She smiles a little as she heads in with him, leaning against the side of the oven with a hum after setting down her own pie. Her hands go to his shoulders, and she leans up and into him.
Na-o-ya. Are you sure about this?
Not off, but she's sure he won't mind if the skirt goes up a bit.idk some guy
What a way of thinking. If no one could enter the oven, it clearly was the best place.
But we can't make this too hot we'll burn the pi-aergaethr okay no, he really wasn't made for this type of talk as his brain quickly sputtered out and he realized what he was thinking and doing, had he just run into an oven with the intent of...man this place really was doing a number on him. He looked away and scratched the back of his head for a second, before hugging her closer. S-sorry...you're uh...
It was hard for him to think of other things when she was close.
well he's cute so it'll work
But she smiles against his cheek, where her lips have come to rest, and actually laughs at the way he sputters in her mind. It's cute, and she gives a throaty hum as she pulls him closer.
Don't worry. I've got the heat under control unless you're planning to do that thing again.
She reaches up, winds both her arms around his neck and pulls him down without intent of letting him move, smirking and kissing her way from his cheek to his mouth.
What I am is lonely. I've missed you, Naoya...
Even though neither of them have gone anywhere- but she's sure he'll understand that she doesn't mean it quite that way.
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"You're so bad at this, me. What did I tell you? Relax. Stop over thinking it. We were doing so well, then you just lost it. Stop apologizing, she's the type of lady that will tell you when she doesn't want to do something. Yeah I know, there's a lot to planning to do, but you're in an oven with a hot girl right now. Preeeeeetty sure a lot of guys would wanna be in your shoes right now. Why not enjoy it? Come on, me. I know you want to."
Of all the selves who could give him a pep talk...he couldn't deny it there was a grain of truth to it.
"Now say what you really want to say. What's the worse than can happen? She'll hit us with that axe. We're a big boy, we can take it." So he did. Naoya didn't think about it either, but spoke in a clear tone, once their mouths had moved a little farther apart, heads pressed against each other.
"Careful. With those words of yours, it's not just the heat that will require control..."
Gone was the awkward hesitation in his thoughts, replaced by a much darker, teasing tone of someone in control. The look he gave her, that grin was far more like the Shadow of himself he had fought. Yet that was him too, the part he didn't bring out as much as he should be.
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"Is that right?"
Fingers slip into his hair, coil it around her fingers and give a light tug, making a quiet 'hmm' sound as she looks up at him. Then the smirk returns, a little wider, and she adds-
"That kind of control is overrated."