XI {Audio} + [Open Commentlog]

[thenotmagician]

[It was an off day or something. Because everything Zeke was cooking was turning out terribly. The custard wasn't coming together just right. The meat was dry. He nearly burnt the milk and ruined the rice.

Granted, none of it's totally ruined, but IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GDIT and he's feeling pretty disappointed in himself.]

Think I'm losin' my edge.

[This is the worst thing in the world, everyone.]

I've got some food here that could use eating if you're feeling hungry. It's not great but I don't wanna waste it.

[If you, you know, want less than perfect food.

Normally he doesn't cook this much but he got frustrated. So now he's sulking in the kitchen trying to save his damn custard pies and pudding.]

Comments

[dominateartimus]

So you're unhappy with the product because of your perfectionist side?

[He broke off a piece of the pie and down the hatch it went, he even took a moment to lick the custard off of his fingers.]

[thenotmagician]

I'm notta perfectionist. S'just not good. I've done better.

[DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL]

[dominateartimus]

I'm hearing denial with that.

[He moves over and holds the remaining bit of pastry up to Zeke.]

Have you even tried it?

[thenotmagician]

Taste is only a small part. I'm sure it tastes good. But it isn't good.

[YOU'RE NOT A CHEF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAAAAND.]

[dominateartimus]

You make no sense.

[He's shaking his head at you Zeke before popping the remainder in his mouth and swallowing.]

It tasted fine, unless you planned on poisoning it.

[thenotmagician]

What? Why th'fuck would I poison food?

[dominateartimus]

To get rid of some enemies, if you even have any.

[He gave a shrug and pocketed his hands, turning his back to Zeke. It was a casual thing for him.]

Then again, you seem to be happy most of the time.

[thenotmagician]

[San you are clearly crazy.]

What, y'mean people I don't like? I wouldn't poison anybody.

[dominateartimus]

Yes, but I'm just saying it as a possibility. I don't know you too well and well, I guess I shouldn't be assuming.

[He gave a small laugh as he turned on his heel.]

If this is becoming an issue, you can just yell at me to leave.

[thenotmagician]

There's no issue. So I'm not gonna yell at anybody.

[He's mildly creeped out but WHAT CAN YOU DO]

[dominateartimus]

Really? Despite me just talking about death?

[He's watching Zeke with interest.]

[thenotmagician]

Just don't do it again or I will have ta kick ya out. You'll spoil th'food talking like that.

[dominateartimus]

[He raises an eyebrow at the mention of the food spoiling.]

Now, I don't think that's possible unless I had the ability to decay things with touch or breath.

[thenotmagician]

[That actually gets Zeke to laugh. Hard.

HAHAHAHA]

[dominateartimus]

[He stares at Zeke for a moment before smirking a bit.]

Now you think death is funny.

[thenotmagician]

I'm not laughin' at death.

[dominateartimus]

Then what? I doubt you'll say decay or am I wrong?

[He's crossing his arms and watching the chef.]

[thenotmagician]

Nah, nah. Just nevermind.

[Ehehehe.]

[dominateartimus]

You can't leave me hanging about this. I'll be wondering for the rest of the night and possibly the next day.

[Yes, he's moving close to you again Zeke.]

[thenotmagician]

I just needed a good laugh's all.

[dominateartimus]

Obviously.

[There was a brief roll of the eyes as he glanced at that face tattoo for a moment.]

Still not going to tell me?

[thenotmagician]

[And suddenly Zeke looks confused.]

Tell ya what?

[dominateartimus]

What made you laugh so hard.

[He produced a frown at being left out on the 'funny joke'.]

[thenotmagician]

Oh. Right. Nah, it was nothin'.

[dominateartimus]

[Well, he tried to get an answer out of Zeke, but the other man was being rather stubborn. He wouldn't resort to torture over a joke.]

Fine then.

[He turned on his heel and moved to investigate the kitchen a little more.]