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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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[wriggles back in from my hiatus, hello.... hmu via pm or at jojoveller if you would like a custom starter, we can hash something out!! or: do whatever, surprise me.]

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What? If you get the shits, it's because you wipe your hands on your fucking shirt. I said kid.

[Does he look like a child!! He is a grown-ass almost-19-year-old, which is... SO adult... Whatever. He really doesn't feel like explaining his life story, but the slanderous talk of germ bugs in his cooking is enough to get him to at least give up:]

Wasn't that kind of sick, besides. "Germ bugs," tch... Do you know what contagious means? It wasn't like that.

[ Yes, actually, Shinji looks to Blackbeard like a very small child. A kid, in fact. Blackbeard hasn't been calling him "boy" this whole time because Shinji looks like a grown-ass adult, you know. YoU'Re jUSt a BAbY!!!

A sick baby, in fact, and Blackbeard is still leaning away like Shinji might have the plague (he might, who knows what those invisible bugs actually are. probably do cause the plague), even though he seems to be implying that he got over whatever sickness it was. ]

Contagious... What's that mean?

[ He's a PIRATE not a SCIENTIST okay. Who knows how the human body works??? Not this guy. ]

[god help shinji]

....It means you can get the shits from somebody else having the shits.

[This is the level he feels this guy will understand, truly no offense, just-- that's what he's got. He's the smartest baby in this room.]

What happened to me isn't the same. It's not catching.

Okay...

[ So "contagious" is just a fancy word for a sickness spreading, and that's not what Shinji's got (or had). That's a relief. Blackbeard's shoulders relax and he takes an albeit less enthusiastic bite out of his bacon again. ] ]

So what kind of sickness was it?

Not really any of your business.

[Hmph, hmph, just eat that bacon and shush. Shinji continues to frown at the stove, thinking about it - well, maybe if only so that he's not accused of giving people the shits again later. After another beat, he comes up with:]

Hurt myself in a way I shouldn't've, and I got sick. It was stupid. Get it? So it's not the kind you can catch.

[ That's fair and true, not Blackbeard's business, and he doesn't seem offended by that retort. He does, in fact, shrug, eat his bacon and shut up.

At least until Shinji's volunteering his business anyway, the big softy. Blackbeard crosses his arms, leans back against the counter he's stood up against, and hums like he's piecing together a puzzle. ]

Hm... So, if I've got it right, you're not doing whatever it was that made you sick anymore. Clawed your way out of the gutters. Don't take anyone's shit. And cook a damn good breakfast. Seems to me you've doing well for yourself, whatever stupid mistakes you made as a kid.

[Wow, this is why he doesn't talk to anyone about this stuff, he always gets opinions—ah, but this isn't either of the two extremes he expects (those of course being "stop sulking and move on" and "your friends are here for you!!" which are both, hm, unhelpful in their own way). While he might not wholly agree that he's doing well for himself, the frankness of it sinks in, at least.

Hmm. Alright.]

If you say so. [But he's not grumbling about it, so please accept this as thanks, some...how. Ahem.] So you're not going to say my food is going to give you the shits anymore, huh?

[It's ~damn good~ now, please rescind prior complaint.]

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