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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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Kurokocchi is tough, Kagamicchi. He'll be okay! Hm? [He tries to sound encouraging whilst patting his shoulder, although there are flickers of worry on his face.]
How about we clean up this and go play some basketball? I know there are no hoops but! I can make an illusion of a hoop! And you can try shooting through it!
[He won't be able to do dunks but long-distance shooting can be a thing.]
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He sighed, still he recognized what Kise was doing and he supposed it was probably best he didn't cook all the food in the house. He reached for his phone and made a "buffet's over" kind of message to stop anyone from coming over.]
Is that what you're magic is? Illusions?
[He started to clean up, turning off the appliances and stove and see what was salvageable and what wasn't.]
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Yep! Illusions, and shields and light. It's actually pretty useful.
[He joins the other boy in cleaning up the place, packing up cooked foods, and storing them away in the fridge. Certain green bean may have been good for his new tidiness trait.]
Can't dunk on the hoop, sadly, but! It's better than nothing, right!? We didn't get to play in a while.