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isleofavalon2021-01-05 08:37 pm
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π§ WHO: Kagami and You! A sorta mingle post, do what you want.
βοΈοΈ WHAT: His best friend has gone home (again) so Kagami is cooking up a storm!! He would emotionally eat but even this is a bit much. So, have a buffet, everyone.
πΊοΈ WHERE: His apartment. Somehow.
π WHEN: Forward-dated TBD.
β οΈ WARNINGS: Food porn, ig
It wasn't until he was making his fourth loaf of bread that he realized what he was doing. But it wasn't until he was on his third hamburger patty being seasoned and molded that decided there might be a problem.
Oh, he could eat all this, but was he going to stop cooking? Probably not. And therein lied the problem. Sure, he used to joke with his friends about being a fatty when he was emotional and eating more than his usual stupid amount. But he had a feeling he really would this time and even he would end up regretting it the following day. But there was a buzz, an energy that he couldn't quell. Could he play it off? Sure, if the basketball court that Takao was trying to put together was finished, but it wasn't. So now he was left with his other talent and that was cooking.
The portable grill was heating up and he was on his seventh patty.
His home smelled like bread, it was going to soon smell like meat. And probably more. He had a lot more bread dough left, lots of ingredients in his pantry and fridge and he wanted to use them. He rested his hands on the counter, propping himself up for a moment as he thought about what to do. He could just have a veritable mountain leftovers, he could likely finish it all before they went bad but... nah. That wasn't gonna cut it. He placed each patty on the grill and then took a moment to wash his hands and grab his phone.
He sent out a quick network post, complete with video to show what he had made so far, and then left it open for requests. May as well see what others wanted that he could -- maybe -- make.
Then, he set the phone down and opened the door and kept the screen door closed. The smell of food would definitely waft out, but it would also prevent Tiger from wandering off. Byakko was off doing whatever he did when he wasn't around, so that saved on room in the otherwise small-ish apartment.
Bon Appetit, Avalon.
βοΈοΈ WHAT: His best friend has gone home (again) so Kagami is cooking up a storm!! He would emotionally eat but even this is a bit much. So, have a buffet, everyone.
πΊοΈ WHERE: His apartment. Somehow.
π WHEN: Forward-dated TBD.
β οΈ WARNINGS: Food porn, ig
It wasn't until he was making his fourth loaf of bread that he realized what he was doing. But it wasn't until he was on his third hamburger patty being seasoned and molded that decided there might be a problem.
Oh, he could eat all this, but was he going to stop cooking? Probably not. And therein lied the problem. Sure, he used to joke with his friends about being a fatty when he was emotional and eating more than his usual stupid amount. But he had a feeling he really would this time and even he would end up regretting it the following day. But there was a buzz, an energy that he couldn't quell. Could he play it off? Sure, if the basketball court that Takao was trying to put together was finished, but it wasn't. So now he was left with his other talent and that was cooking.
The portable grill was heating up and he was on his seventh patty.
His home smelled like bread, it was going to soon smell like meat. And probably more. He had a lot more bread dough left, lots of ingredients in his pantry and fridge and he wanted to use them. He rested his hands on the counter, propping himself up for a moment as he thought about what to do. He could just have a veritable mountain leftovers, he could likely finish it all before they went bad but... nah. That wasn't gonna cut it. He placed each patty on the grill and then took a moment to wash his hands and grab his phone.
He sent out a quick network post, complete with video to show what he had made so far, and then left it open for requests. May as well see what others wanted that he could -- maybe -- make.
Then, he set the phone down and opened the door and kept the screen door closed. The smell of food would definitely waft out, but it would also prevent Tiger from wandering off. Byakko was off doing whatever he did when he wasn't around, so that saved on room in the otherwise small-ish apartment.
Bon Appetit, Avalon.
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[Somehow that's way more important than whatever his parents actually do for work. He nods his head silently agreeing with the company of friends being helpful for staving off loneliness.]
You are pretty tall! I bet you drunk a lot of milk as a child!
[Not that genes have anything to do with height! Crow perks up at the offer of teaching him to cook. It definitely won't be an easy undertaking.]
Hmmm? I would want to learn, but I'm not patient at all. If you could teach me how to make stuff like curry or tonkotsu ramen then maybe I can gather some strength.
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[He flipped a few of the burgers over, placing cheese on a couple more. He laughed at that.]
Sure, milk was part of it. But I ate a lot in general. I played basketball since I was like 9 or 10.
Tch, if you know you're not patient then why not just work at that first? I can teach you curry, ramen is a bit harder since making the broth takes awhile. My coach sucks at cooking, but if I can teach her, I'm sure I can teach you.
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[He almost says it with a forlorn sigh. He was always picked last for sports since he was so short, but it was their loss since Crow is pretty ambitious and energetic despite his height.]
How do you work on patience? Do you meditate?
[He's not really good at this self-improvement business, since he believes he's perfect already. His impatience is just part of his character, it only seems detrimental to him when he gets into fights or burns up his meals. Though he focuses more on Taiga's willingness to teach him how to make curry.]
Alright, let's give it a try. Teach me how to make curry, and I can do something for you in return.
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Cooking calms me, so it's easier to be patient then.
[Still, if Crow was willing to learn then perhaps he can figure out a way to get the guy to slow down. He took a mental stock of his supplies.]
I'll let you know when. I don't have the ingredients to make it now. When's a good time for you?
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Maybe, you got a point.
[At the question, Crow shrugs. He's only been working to survive in Avalon.]
I'm mostly free during the day. I normally wake up at the crack of dawn to help the farmers, and we usually wrap up by noon. At night, I tend to work on my music so anytime between then.