TP - WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE (WEEK 3 KITCHEN CURFEW)

[impacter]

free for all unless otherwise stated, have fun

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[trollophoroi]

...I cannot believe I am stuck somewhere with him again.

[ When Solomon and Yugamu had arrived around the same time the Moonstone dorm had, Fandaniel had immediately gotten irate. He doesn't want to share a kitchen! He wants to cook without even more people in his way!

Of course, the ire was all aimed directly at Solomon, meaning Yugamu escaped it. This is because Fandaniel absolutely plays favorites. ]

[impacter]

Missed me that much? [heeheeheeheeheeheehee

He's in the same outfit he's been in all week, though the black staining against his neck has travelled quite a ways, wrapping tendrils up to his jawline with an identical spread to his fingers.

Still, he's not blind. He sees that look and he waves it off once he has his moment of jest.]

It's fine, it's fine. It's not as though Yugamu and I were expecting company.

I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine. Is that fair?

[trollophoroi]

If only I could miss you even more than I wish to be missing you now~. Hmm, well, do be sure not to reach for any ingredients I need, or I will take your hand with it.

[ Wow, he says that so cheerfully. And yes, he is, in fact, here to cook, meaning he begins the prep for something quick and simple. Getting some rice, vegetable broth, a little white wine, various shredded cheese... ]

[impacter]

[He just gives a lazy little salute with his bandaged palm, specifically.

Still, until he gets roped into following Lilia around instead, he'll keep his hands to himself, watching Fandaniel like a bored cat.]

Any reason there's so many of you here with us tonight? Lilia I can understand, but Aerith and Don are a bit of a surprise.

[trollophoroi]

They wanted us to stick together this time, and we all ended up deciding on the kitchen, since I'd cook for them again if so.

[ An idle wave of a hand as he gets the rice set up to boil, then preps the rest as that goes. ]

Although I imagine a large part of it is my little rose problem. You've noticed how people are affected by the black roses, yes?

[impacter]

[Mm. His eyes grow softer as he looks around the room, quiet for a moment. But he lets it pass.

What a bond these bunch much have.]

The negative impulse control, correct? Yes, I'm aware.

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel ignores it. Such softness is something the other three would welcome, but to him, it discomforts, unbalances. That is not who he is. He cannot have friends. ]

Yes. Those same roses grow from me every morning. I fear they have had to put up with one or two murder attempts this past week, so consider this a warning.

[ Boil rice, boil, as he stirs up a sauce. ]

I will likely wake up tomorrow and attempt to kill one of you yet again. Do be prepared.

[impacter]

Mm. That would explain some of the things you've left behind before, wouldn't it?

[He does look like he wants to ask something in followup, but holds his tongue for now, simply watching the dance across the kitchen. Man he wishes that were him. :(

...]

I'm sure we'll manage between the five of us. But I do appreciate the heads up.

[trollophoroi]

If my dorm loves me at all, they should let me stab you a little first.

[ Eheheh. There, sauced whipped up, rice checked, almost there. Overall, it's a quick recipe, and he'll soon be plating it into little bowls for all. Yes, even Solomon.

It's a four-cheese risotto! ]

[impacter]

Ouch. Was once not enough for you?

[RIP because he's IMMEDIATELY digging through the cupboards now that Fandaniel's done. Suspicious]

[trollophoroi]

[ Setting out the bowls and... ]

What are you looking for?

[gardenful]

[ Just.... looking between them. ]

Do you hate him or something?

[ Yes she's asking within earshot. ]

[impacter]

[He chuckles off in the background. heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh]

[trollophoroi]

My dear, he just attempted to add chili powder to my beautiful risotto. How could I not hate him?

[ yeah that whole shoving him against a counter and spoon-feeding him thing was totally hate and nothing else whatsoever ]

[gardenful]

Hmm... honestly I think this goes a lot deeper than that...

[trollophoroi]

He also assaulted me with a giant candy cane from the prop room.

[ Hello??? ]

[gardenful]

Like... hit you over the head with it?

[trollophoroi]

Oh, no. The shins.

[ Those bruises from the first trial... ]

[impacter]

You did volunteer to test things with me, you know.

If you'd started a little less violently, maybe I would have picked a better spot.

[trollophoroi]

I would have started a little less violently if you had not whinged about me being too gentle with you.

[impacter]

"Too gentle" did not mean "please, dear Fandaniel, rip it right out."

[trollophoroi]

Should I say I regret doing so? Because I did not. The sound you made was like music to my ears.

[gardenful]

Yeah, that makes sense.

[ Sorry, Fandaniel. Except not. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ ...and then all of that happened. Anyway. ]

All that said, please consider Solomon and I bitter rivals. That is, more or less, the closest estimation I can offer you.

[gardenful]

Honestly, the two of you don't get along that badly.