expiationlogs | june catchall (open!)

Who: Shinji! and! you!
Where: various
What: ya boy shinjiro, man about town (feat. brunch, Axe Swinging, and misc tdm-inspired loitering)
Warnings: nothing yet

cooking mama sequel

[While he doesn't actually live in the inn anymore, Shinji is here at the inn today, helping himself to the kitchen as the locals so generously allow him to. Things have been weird? He remembers passing out and waking up somewhere else entirely (or: he was kidnapped to the grove, and unconscious throughout), and while he was out, it seems like a bunch of people had a strange and uncomfortable time.

So!

Well. All Shinji knows to show empathy is making food and punching, and one of those isn't really viable, and the other one he's only doing so that he doesn't have to think about the implications of being mysteriously kidnapped. All this to say he is at the inn, in the kitchen, making Food. He's both very skilled and weirdly fast at food preparation, so there is a lot, and since he lives on a farm with a bunch of egg-laying chickens, primarily it's Brunch.

If you come in looking for a nibble, he immediately snaps:]

Don't touch that. [And then just as immediately, prepares a delightful brunch plate and slides it over a countertop.] Eat this. And don't complain about it, okay?

[Complain... about free brunch... He can't just give out food normally or someone might notice he has Human Empathy.]

axe you a question

[Or: The training arc prompt, because if sleeping with a big axe next to his bed doesn't deter magical shadow kidnappers, he'll just have to... stop sleeping and swing it around all the time?

Whatever. He's workshopping it. He's never really, um, trained before, is the thing— not formally? Not really? His bestie is the training-addicted jock, Shinji is merely a tank with a big axe. So while he is here, at the random spot he's chosen to train in (somewhere with less foot traffic, see, is the sole requirement), he has no planned routine.

Or even, like. Stretches? Do people stretch? Goddamn. It's warm out but he's dressed like it's winter and he's carrying a big axe, which might not be the most comforting of figures to be addressed by, suddenly:]

Hey. You. ....Do you know how to fight? [hm, well, no, and he frowns because now it's embarrassing-] Do you know how to train.

misc around town mini prompts

[You may run into Shinji:

A. Loitering in the statue garden, where he will be staring at his own statue with an air of obvious and grim Sulking, suspiciously fist-sized rock in hand at his side... ah jeez...!!

B. Not-quite-celebrating at ....the post-event celebration, that is to say, lurking to pick up some food and then disappearing again. He gruffly brushes off any local trying to rope him back in, using the logic that he definitely just slept through the whole thing so please leave him the hell alone this time, but as it starts to get darker he's definitely hanging around as a self-appointed Party Bouncer in case anything out there gets any ideas. Or in case someone in the party starts some shit.

C. Out in the woodsy areas that need replanting, crouched down next to a hole in the ground with a seed in hand. A magic seed. He's literally seen a fairy but he still feels the need to ask,] ....This isn't for real, right?

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[Okay, that's objectively the opposite of the intended goal of providing for oneself— Or: Shinji makes a face, not quite rolling his eyes but kinda thinking about it, and then makes another, more overt face about praise-your-cooking-every-time. Jeez.]

You— don't have to do that. [mega jeez... he'd probably sink into the floor and never return if enough people praised his cooking, and then how will he maintain his image as aloof and collected? (read: grouchy)

Anyway!! God!!!]

I'll be around. ....Enough. At least learn to fry eggs, or something.

[Too bad that his eye beams don't actually generate heat or he'd definitely try to fry an egg at least once using them. Of course, it would be blasted all to hell and nothing would remain, but it would be fun to at least try. However, his optic blasts aren't like that, so it'd totally be a waste of food, sadly.]

Yeah, sure. [Scott shrugs, but as he finishes his last bite, he places his fork down and stretches in his seat.] I'll try that. At some point.

I'm Scott, by the way. Pretty sure we haven't met before.

We haven't. [He'd remember, it's not that big of a town--] Shinjiro.

[Anyway, come on... take the hint here about learning to cook, buddy... it's for his own sake!! Shinji looks down at the empty plate, then back up.]

You can try it now. One-time payment for the first breakfast.

[Come over here and get a spatula, he's very serious.]

[Oh hey, what.]

What? Really?

[He's not whining!! Just. Sort of groaning because he didn't expect to actually cook or do something productive this early in the morning. It should be law that he doesn't have to do anything until like, 12 pm.]

[Welcome to the wide world of having to be an adult now, Scott!! That includes learning to make your own eggs. Shinji gestures at him with his own spatula in a very scolding-schoolteacher kind of way, then opens a drawer to look for another one.]

Yeah, now. This is happening. Get over here.

[This is a mistake, he wants off this train. But with a slightly begrudging sigh, Scott pulls himself off his seat with some exaggerated movements, like this is such a colossal effort on his end, before walking over to Shinji with his hands buried in his pockets. Future leader of the X-Men guys--]

Fine fine, I'm here. Ready to fry.

[Welcome to Iron Chef's Wild Ride, no refunds. Shinji scoffs at him, at least a little bit amused- and holds out the clean spatula, expectantly. No pockets, bud.

He also grabs a delightfully farm fresh egg from a bowl of them a bit down the counter, but doesn't hand it over. With a spatula-wiggle,]

This is called a spatula. [jokes] Do you even know how to crack an egg?

Uh, yeah.

[Scott responds as if everyone should know how to crack an egg, not really realizing that admitting to only making TV dinners and sandwiches hasn't quite set the bar high for himself. At least he pulls his hands out of his pockets to take the offered spatula with a small acknowledging grunt.]

Just tap it against a bowl or whatever and crack it open. [He holds his palm out, as if expecting Shinji to just hand it over.] I totally got this.

[Is it Shinji's fault that Scott has represented himself as a total dunce in the kitchen, no--! Anyway, it's a joke, are his hip comedy stylings not obvious? (They aren't.)]

Could do it straight into the pan, if you had any experience.

[womp.... but he hands over the egg, anyway. He even nudges a clean bowl over Scott's way; let's see these skills.]

You like butter or oil? Or does it not matter to you...

[He places the spatula back on the counter, because he's definitely not talented enough to try and crack an egg with a single hand. That'd be a mess and Scott's trying to at least appear slightly competent or at least do the thing that he says that he can do.]

Doesn't really matter. It basically tastes the same either way, right? [He gives a small shrug as starts to tap the egg against the bowl and hrumph, it's not cracking. Maybe just a little more strength...

...

tap tap- crack

A small victorious noise leaves him when he hears the noise and Scott actually doesn't create a giant mess, opening the shell and letting the yolk plop into the bowl with little fanfare.] See? No problem at all.

[Okay, maybe he can start to see why cooking is a bit fun--]

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