[*Except for the part where Khun does any cooking, right?
Akira would like an assistant in the kitchen, but he's used to flitting from stove to countertop to ice box all on his own. He's a bit sluggish post-"death," but that's no excuse to spend the day wasting away in bed.
As usual, Akira insists on cooking up a fresh pot of curry so those less kitchen-inclined can help themselves to a snack throughout the day. He's in the middle of slicing and dicing some onions when Khun makes his way into the kitchen, except... that is Khun, isn't it? It's kinda hard to see the guy through a veil of onion-induced tears. Excuse him while he furiously swabs at the mess that is his face to make some attempt at looking presentable.]
You're a rare sight in the kitchen. Did you come to help out?
[ hey, expediting in the kitchen is a real job. surely he can get credit off of that? khun's here to brew tea, he is in fact, capable of boiling water at least though anything more complicated is questionable.
his nose scrunches at the familiar smell, an amused smile on his lips given he had spoke with shinji about curry on one of their very first days here. it really is common everywhere. he comes over, staying clear enough of the ingredient island, but close enough where they can converse. ]
[It's fine! Akira is quite used to his fellow wizards being useless in the kitchen at best or active threats to everyone's tastebuds at worst. As long as Khun hasn't come here for nefarious purposes, Akira doesn't mind sharing kitchen space.]
Who said it was a joke?
[This particular batch is a bit different from its curry contemporaries. Akira grabs a tasting dish and ladles a sampling of curry into it, holding it out to Khun. Where this curry differs from a typical savory one is its slightly sweet, fruity undertone. It's his finest work yet, if Akira says so himself.]
I'm not easy to please. [ akira can likely guess that already, if only from how khun holds himself. but it's not like he minds being a critic, so he accepts the dish of curry with little complaint.
he lets the scent waft to his nose before he takes a spoonful, evidently having some experience in how to go about this. mmmmn. fruity and slightly sweet... ]
It's not bad. But it's too sweet for me to really enjoy it. I doubt that'll be the case with most others, though.
[Too sweet, eh? Those with especially discriminating palettes might not approve, in that case. Akira would love to make a curry that appeals to everyone, but some dreams are simply not meant to come to fruition. Regardless, no one in this manor better bitch about free curry.
Akira turns and fetches a Chemex filled with rich black coffee, giving it an enticing shake.]
And I suppose you like your coffee black too? These beans came from the Forest of Dreams. Don't ask what hoops I jumped through to get these.
[He did choke Tatara out while they were lost in the forest. Some call that erotic, but Akira calls it a little fucked up and uncalled for. As for the coffee Khun is whiffling at, it boasts a strong, bitter, aromatic scent. As of yet, these are the finest beans Akira's managed to get his hands on in this world.]
We went there to find a special, exotic milk no one's had before. There's some left in the fridge, but I wouldn't recommend drinking too much of it. You might... you know. Hallucinate.
Milk that comes from creatures in the Forest of Dreams to the North. One of them, at least. Totsuka and I didn't go around and milk every weird creature we saw.
[Akira was hoping for something like a unicorn or a lamia, but we can't all get what we want.]
Curious? Try it yourself. Just don't drink it if you're feeling remotely inclined to strangle someone.
This entire conversation. Would a poor defenseless schoolboy really journey into such a dangerous place for milk? More than that, would he make it out alive?
[ since tatara isn't really any help on his lonesome there.
khun nods. ]
If I don't like it, I won't drink it. And if I really need a cup of coffee then, I'll just come find you instead.
Slow down there, Ace Detective. Those are some serious allegations. If you keep accusing me of crimes I couldn't possibly commit, I'll revoke your coffee & curry privileges.
[He'll slap a sticky note on the curry pot that says "free for everyone - except Khun". That'll show him.]
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Akira would like an assistant in the kitchen, but he's used to flitting from stove to countertop to ice box all on his own. He's a bit sluggish post-"death," but that's no excuse to spend the day wasting away in bed.
As usual, Akira insists on cooking up a fresh pot of curry so those less kitchen-inclined can help themselves to a snack throughout the day. He's in the middle of slicing and dicing some onions when Khun makes his way into the kitchen, except... that is Khun, isn't it? It's kinda hard to see the guy through a veil of onion-induced tears. Excuse him while he furiously swabs at the mess that is his face to make some attempt at looking presentable.]
You're a rare sight in the kitchen. Did you come to help out?
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his nose scrunches at the familiar smell, an amused smile on his lips given he had spoke with shinji about curry on one of their very first days here. it really is common everywhere. he comes over, staying clear enough of the ingredient island, but close enough where they can converse. ]
That's a funny joke.
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Who said it was a joke?
[This particular batch is a bit different from its curry contemporaries. Akira grabs a tasting dish and ladles a sampling of curry into it, holding it out to Khun. Where this curry differs from a typical savory one is its slightly sweet, fruity undertone. It's his finest work yet, if Akira says so himself.]
The least you can do is taste test for me.
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he lets the scent waft to his nose before he takes a spoonful, evidently having some experience in how to go about this. mmmmn. fruity and slightly sweet... ]
It's not bad. But it's too sweet for me to really enjoy it. I doubt that'll be the case with most others, though.
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[Too sweet, eh? Those with especially discriminating palettes might not approve, in that case. Akira would love to make a curry that appeals to everyone, but some dreams are simply not meant to come to fruition. Regardless, no one in this manor better bitch about free curry.
Akira turns and fetches a Chemex filled with rich black coffee, giving it an enticing shake.]
And I suppose you like your coffee black too? These beans came from the Forest of Dreams. Don't ask what hoops I jumped through to get these.
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Are you that passionate about coffee?
[ that sounds like a trek and a half. ]
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[Which may or may not be a lie, an exaggeration, a joke, or all of the above. Akira pours Khun a cup of rich black coffee and slides it over to him.]
Enjoy it while it lasts. I won't be going back there.
[So he says, the enthusiasm drained from his voice. It would be fair to assume Some Shit Went Down in that magical forest to the north.]
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[ rhetorical obviously. khun picks up the cup daintily, breathing in the aroma first. ]
It was that bad?
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[He did choke Tatara out while they were lost in the forest. Some call that erotic, but Akira calls it a little fucked up and uncalled for. As for the coffee Khun is whiffling at, it boasts a strong, bitter, aromatic scent. As of yet, these are the finest beans Akira's managed to get his hands on in this world.]
We went there to find a special, exotic milk no one's had before. There's some left in the fridge, but I wouldn't recommend drinking too much of it. You might... you know. Hallucinate.
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Hallucinate. What kind of milk does that, unless it's a dairy alternative made of mushrooms?
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[Akira was hoping for something like a unicorn or a lamia, but we can't all get what we want.]
Curious? Try it yourself. Just don't drink it if you're feeling remotely inclined to strangle someone.
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...and why did you want to strangle him? [ he assumes it was him and not some random forest nymph or something. ]
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[And— wait a second.]
Why is your first instinct to assume that I choked him anyway? That's pretty rude, Khun. You're rude.
[You're gonna make him cry here, pal.]
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[ or at least khun can't imagine it without it being more than deserved. ]
And yeah, I am. And?
[ at least he will always totally own up for being a jerk. ]
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[Wow!! He's just like Akechi fr. Akira doesn't sound remotely offended, for the record.]
Well, you're not wrong. In any case, I need your opinion on that coffee. I could use someone with a discriminating palette around here.
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[ grin.
but the coffee right... that settled, he does take a sip. ]
This is good. Strong, but that's not a bad thing. The aroma is pretty unique too.
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...Do you feel anything? Strange tingling? Numbness in hands and feet? The feeling of snakes crawling on your skin?
[Just checking! You never know!!]
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[ time is fake though is this coffee magic coffee do i need to roll!!! ]
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Oh? You'd kill a poor, defenseless schoolboy? You're even crueler than I thought.
[No rolling required!! That coffee is perfectly safe, this time.]
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[ he takes another sip because he hasn't felt anything yet and if it's not poisonous, it's actually quite a good cup of coffee. ]
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[This ordinary schoolboy is curious. Fixing himself a cup, Akira rounds the counter to sit next to Khun on a barstool.]
I cook pretty often. If I leave any extra coffee in the chemex, you're welcome to it. Just don't complain if it's ever too sweet for your liking.
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[ since tatara isn't really any help on his lonesome there.
khun nods. ]
If I don't like it, I won't drink it. And if I really need a cup of coffee then, I'll just come find you instead.
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[He'll slap a sticky note on the curry pot that says "free for everyone - except Khun". That'll show him.]
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[ khun calls bs. also he's just way too knife happy in these situations. ]
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I said I'm normal, not that I'd let you stab me without a fight. In that case, I'd have to stab you back. Only fair, right?
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