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the_campus2014-01-24 06:35 pm
onethirdthesoul) wrote in the_campus2014-01-24 06:35 pm
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Making food and friends!
[Over in the home economics room Ryou was cooking up a small feast. After the bitterness of the snow-in had left them, he was feeling more energetic than usual, and what better way to put that energy to use than making a meal for as many of the denizens as he could?
It was all Japanese dishes of course, lots of rice and vegetables adorned with traditional Japanese seasonings, slices of fish, chicken, and beef. There was nothing particularly fancy about any of it, but it all tasted good!
He makes sure the doors are open to let the aroma waft out into the halls, and just to be extra safe he tapes some arrows on the walls to lead the way.
...And yet, despite his outgoing attempts to be social, Ryou's still feeling increasingly shy for every person that enters.]
It was all Japanese dishes of course, lots of rice and vegetables adorned with traditional Japanese seasonings, slices of fish, chicken, and beef. There was nothing particularly fancy about any of it, but it all tasted good!
He makes sure the doors are open to let the aroma waft out into the halls, and just to be extra safe he tapes some arrows on the walls to lead the way.
...And yet, despite his outgoing attempts to be social, Ryou's still feeling increasingly shy for every person that enters.]
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He hasn't abandoned the flashlights he's always carrying on his person, in fact, he has more now -- along with some flares he made in the science labs dangling from his belt (look, better safe than sorry). The arrows arouse his suspicion enough that he considers not following them, but in the end decides to hell with it, since he had his shotgun on him anyway. It's a slow and cautious walk until he's close enough to peek his head through the open doors as if expecting something awful to jump out at him, only to see that kid from before in some kind of...home economics room? Really? Where he was hesitant and cautious before, now he's just amused.]
...You're not trying to lure unsuspecting victims in here, are you?
[He's joking...of course.]
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Hehe, maybe if this were one of my game campaigns. [That smirk turns devious for a brief instant before returning to its usual innocence.]
I just thought I'd make something for everybody in celebration of the slightly warmer weather.
[And by "slightly warmer" he means "not in the negatives".]
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Celebrate? [He finally steps inside a little and looks around at everything Ryou had made. He's actually kind of impressed. He doesn't know many kids Ryou's age that could make a whole feast like this.] What are you gonna do when the cold passes, throw a party?
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[He picks up one of the snacks he made and takes a bite, chewing and swallowing before speaking again.]
Do you want one? They're chocolate with cream filling!
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[Ugh, why does he talk to young people? He's bad at it. Except for maybe talking to James. He cursed like a sailor sometimes but Luke knew how to speak to him. He missed him.
Luke walks over and looks down at the treats. The last time he had some chocolate it was stale and had fallen on the floor.]
...Sure, thanks.
[When he takes one and bites it, he's not expecting to like it as much as he does. And his normally coarse and moody expression seems to lighten a little as he lets his guard down. It's really good.]
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...You don't eat a lot of sweets, do you? Hehe.
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It's been a while since I had something sweet that wasn't stale.
[Maybe Luke should have learned to bake or cook instead of always going out to fancy restaurants.]
Where'd you learn to do...[He gestures around at everything Ryou made.] ...all of this?
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I've lived on my own a few years, so I kind of had to learn to cook. Otherwise I'd be eating instant ramen every day like some people...
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He swears he can take care of himself.]
On your own? [Luke looks with a raised brow. Ryou certain didn't look like one of those teens who had to fend for themselves. He would have never guessed.] Your parents away a lot?
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He doesn't really show it, but he empathizes with him. He just silently nibbles at the treat for a moment before speaking again.]
You know, I'm almost thirty and I can barely make eggs.
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...Eeeeh? Are you for real? But it's eggs!
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[He doesn't seem to have any shame admitting that, honestly.]
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[He's not a breakfast person anyway.]
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But what about variety?
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[Luke pops the rest of the treat into his mouth and licks his fingers like some kind of ill mannered hooligan.]
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[Ryou just smiles, not sure what else to say.]