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entranceway2017-12-17 10:20 am
eatsyourscience) wrote in entranceway2017-12-17 10:20 am
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[Time for Wonderland's fifth annual Japanese KFC Christmas! The diner has been decorated just like everything else in the Mansion. Of course, like every year, Souji's made his own additions, with Minato's help. They've dragged out the Colonel (it took them several tries to get one that wasn't made of gingerbread) and in the background of the feed, Minato is stringing him with twinkling fairy lights.
Souji isn't helping. Sitting at the counter in front of a small army of strawberry Santas, he's holding one in one hand, looking at it from all angles, as though deciding which direction it's best to attack from. To the side are several undecorated Christmas cakes, which Minato will be tending to once he's finished helping the Colonel get dressed.
Realizing the device is recording, Souji sits up a bit straighter, because he totally wasn't slacking off.]
The diner's ready for anyone who wants to eat fried chicken. [He smiles a little. In the background, Minato waves to the camera.] We do this every year, but if you weren't here before, it's a tradition from home. In Japan--the Japan I'm from anyway--we eat fried chicken and Christmas cake each year.
We'll be making it from now until Christmas, as long as things stay like they are now.
[I.e. without too much ridiculous chaos going on.]
[Note: Both Minato and Souji will answer responses (separately from one another). Feel free to have Mirrors wander in as well. There is enough chicken and cake for everyone.]
Souji isn't helping. Sitting at the counter in front of a small army of strawberry Santas, he's holding one in one hand, looking at it from all angles, as though deciding which direction it's best to attack from. To the side are several undecorated Christmas cakes, which Minato will be tending to once he's finished helping the Colonel get dressed.
Realizing the device is recording, Souji sits up a bit straighter, because he totally wasn't slacking off.]
The diner's ready for anyone who wants to eat fried chicken. [He smiles a little. In the background, Minato waves to the camera.] We do this every year, but if you weren't here before, it's a tradition from home. In Japan--the Japan I'm from anyway--we eat fried chicken and Christmas cake each year.
We'll be making it from now until Christmas, as long as things stay like they are now.
[I.e. without too much ridiculous chaos going on.]
[Note: Both Minato and Souji will answer responses (separately from one another). Feel free to have Mirrors wander in as well. There is enough chicken and cake for everyone.]
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Heh. You're strong.
[ And she just proves his point further with her actions the moment the fried chicken came for them. What the flipping hell. ]
Are ya eatin' the sauce or the chicken?!
[ His eyes dilate while he watches her munching it without a problem, but then snorts a little. ]
Try it without the sauce too, it's real good shit.
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[ Liv wipes at her mouth before speaking again. ]
Heat is the only thing that makes food actually taste amazing when it's not. You know.
[ She gestures to her own head for 'brain.' ]
It's the only thing I can actually taste, so I have to add it to things to bring out the flavor, make it noticeable. I have no idea why this is a zombie thing.
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[ He remembered her saying something about having to improvise a little when eating, but not in this way. Shit, losing your sense of tasting don't sound fun, man. He sure hopes she can enjoy this at least, though. ]
So that's why you collect hot stuff. ...Can I try?
[ He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer as he reaches for the sauce, squeezing a small portion on his chicken just to see how hot it is. It's weirdly challenging, somehow, but he can't help feeling curious. Bringing it closer to his mouth, his gaze toggle between Liv and the chicken. ]
I'm goin' for it.
[ He can smell the hot sauce the closer it gets, and the slower he takes to open his mouth. Damn. This smells fucking spicy. Slowly, slowly, he opens his mouth. ]
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[ Plenty of dude bros do it though, she's watched them, so she's not going to stop him if he's that into the idea. ]
Just don't say I didn't warn you.
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[ He's listening to the warning, at least, but if it's just a liiittle tiny bit, it shouldn't be so bad, right? ...Should it? After a short pause, he takes a small bite on the side where he's squeezed some sauce on. ]
Hey, this ain't so ba-- uhgk?!
[ The spiciness finally hits him and he's sent on a major coughing fit (thankfully he's not facing Liv's way so nothing's gonna be flying towards her), sucking in as much soda as he can to his system hoping it'll help but... soda and spicy stuff don't really mix that great. At least not doing anything to heal his burning tongue. ]
What the fu-- cough cough cough!!
[ After twenty or thirty coughs later, he finally regains his neutral state, though his eyes are watery and face is pretty darned red. His breathing is deep and long, and he's all weary like someone just violated him in many ways. He only had a small bit?! What the flipping hell, she wasn't joking when that'd be the most painful thing that he'd ever do to himself. ]
...I should've listened to you. [ He says, still with tears in his eyes, staring grudgingly at the sauce, and then pathetically at Liv. ] This could kill a monster, I bet.
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[ She looks at him pointedly. ]
Please don't text me when you have to deal with the other end of things. Just remember me saying 'I told you so.'
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I'm... I'm good.
[ As if someone who needs to clear his throat every few seconds is good. His attempts to keep his nose from running is another good example that he's obviously Not Okay. ]
Oh, fuck.
[ It's nothing like any hot sauce he's ever tried before. The pain doesn't get better with time. It gets worse. He's feeling it in everywhere. His ears, back of tongue, chest, his whole body... it's burning. He places the side of his head on the table, sticking his cold glass of soda on his forehead like it'll help anything. Don't mind him, he's just gonna grunt in pain for the next few minutes. Enjoy the sight, Liv. ]
You looked like you liked it so much so I was curious...
[ Meanwhile Komo exchanges looks between Liv and Mondo, concerned. He begins making soft noises at Liv, as if asking her if everything's alright. ]
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[ She's not going to say 'I told you so' out loud, but she's probably thinking it so loud he can hear it. Reaching over, she scratches Komo under his chin, talking in a little bit of a baby voice. ]
Is your daddy so silly, huh? He's so silly, thinking I didn't know what I was talking about, isn't he, Komo?
[ Okay, so she's going to rub it in for a MINUTE. But that's all. ]
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Ugh, shit. Remind me to equip-- cough, those to fight off whatever else Wonderland throws at us...
[ Yeah no, she totally did warn him and he overestimated himself (as always). This is a good burn that'll hopefully leave enough mark to stick in his mind the next time he gets ahead of himself again. ]
I shall... cough, never devy you again...
[ Famous last words. His head turns so he can look at Liv and Komo properly, face still red and eyes teary. A look that you probably will never see very often, please etch this in your mind, Liv. You can even blackmail him with this if you have camera ready. ]
Go on and eat... I'm done...
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[ And then she takes a bite of her chicken soaked in the sauce and doesn't even so much as cough, even having the audacity to lick her fingers clean. And once she does that, she certainly does take a picture on her device. ]
I'm gonna remember you said that about the whole defying me thing. Show you this picture every now and then.
[ She's grinning though, clearly just giving him a hard time. ]
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...Shit.
[ Squeezing his abdomen with his hands, he gives her a look, face paling. ]
'm... I'm gonna go to the toilet...
[ Slowly, but surely, he lifts his head from the table, and his waist from the chair, heading towards the door with shaky legs. He surely seems like someone who just got kicked on the balls. Well... metaphorically speaking, he definitely did.
Before he's far enough, though, he turns to look at her with pained expression. ]
I'll... be back. And... I'll text you while I'm there.
[ Is this the time to tease her, Mondo... Do you realise how pathetic you sound...
fade this one here?
[ She calls that out after him and decides to just keep his dog. He knows where to find her when he doesn't feel the flames of Hell grabbing him from both ends. ]
Come on, Komo, let's go play outside, take you potty.
[ She does leave a note, though, so he doesn't totally panic when he gets back. ]