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Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Oct 19, 2019 0:26:45 GMT -5
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The common area of the dorm seemed to be absolutely desolate at this hour of the day. Not that she cared about who was there or not, Umeko was on a mission. It was high time for an evening snack, and she was fresh out of cup noodles. With... less than enough money to buy some more. No big deal. There had to be something easy to make in the kitchen.[break][break]
The sun lowering in the sky cast a warm light through the windows, granting just enough to allow for a golden glow illuminating the room. Not for long. A slender hand found the switch, and the welcoming light was replaced with a much harsher artificial glow. This room was empty too. Good.[break][break]
The interior was much different than what Umeko was used to. Impeccably clean counter-tops, wrapping around the interior of the room. A stainless steel sink that she would trace her finger across, feeling the cold metal, and a very nice looking fridge. Did it have an ice machine...? Hell yes. It seemed to be stocked full of ingredients, too. Nothing that sparked her interest. Even the frozen foods didn't look that good.. Umeko clicked her tongue as she closed the fridge with a sharp sigh.[break][break]
The cabinets would hold more treasures, surely... She began to open each one, methodically. There was nothing in that one, that one... a little bit of stuff in that one... this one was full! ...Of canned goods. This one was empty... sorta full...[break][break]
She sighed, closing the last of the cabinets. Her shoulders dropped in defeat, and she turned around to lean against the counter. So... hungry... Umeko placed a hand on her stomach, hearing a low grumble. Was she starving... no... maybe. Umeko began to dig around in her pockets. There was enough change in here and up in her room to buy at least one cup noodle, right?[break][break]
"Ugh, stupid... kitchen... don't have any food in here..."[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2019 1:27:07 GMT -5
EVEN IF I HAVE TO BECOME THE DEVIL | CRAVINGS [UMEKO / TAKA] | 0259 words  commentary | The television's volume had been turned off, the sound redirected into a pair of headphones. On the screen, a melodrama was playing out between two empassioned characters. The plot was ridiculous and the story utterly camp, but Taka loved every minute.
In fact, the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears this very moment was his core abdominal routine. The teachers still hadn't given him a new work-out plan so he was using the one that his mother had given him. He clenched his core, rolling his legs and pulling his head forward toward his knees.
A buzz in his pocket drew his attention and he flopped onto his back with a long breath. His core burned and a low rumble reminded him he needed to actually feed his body. He sat up and stretched one last time, helping the burning muscles relax a bit before he went to town on a meal. He got to his feet, the artificial light of the common area causing the sweat on his chest to glitter.
He threw a towel over his shoulder, walking toward the kitchen, the headphones still on his head. The ending theme music of the soap opera was playing and he couldn't hear the banging of drawers and cabinets. Instead, shirtless, his absurd physique covered in scars and the sweat of a brief but vigorous workout, Taka stepped into the kitchen and took off his headset.
It took him a full ten seconds to notice Umeko.
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Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Oct 19, 2019 1:59:30 GMT -5
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It seemed as if she didn't have any change in her pockets. Well... shit. She was just about to retire back up to her room when she felt the presence of someone else enter the room. Great... who could it be. He didn't seem to notice her immediately, so she began to attempt an escape... Creeping ever-so slightly towards the door, until...[break][break]
He spoke up. Umeko heard the voice before seeing the face, and while she wasn't quite familiar with everyone yet, it wasn't hard to recognize that it was Taka.[break][break]
Oh god, it was Taka.[break][break]
Wait a minute, why was he... She felt her eye twitch, frantically glancing him up and down. Not that she was going to complain. The slightest hint of warmth was felt on her face. Forcing a smile, Umeko's eyes darted up to Taka's face, and a small smile cracked on her lips. "Sup, Taka?" Placing both of her hands on the counter, she gave herself a small push to stand in front of her much taller classmate.[break][break]
"I'm tryin' to find something to eat, but..." Her hands began to gesture around the kitchen. "We don't have anything'! Jeez, what kind of school kitchen doesn't have anything to eat?" There was the slightest hint of a whine in her voice.[break][break]
Feeling the anger seep begin to seep back in, Umeko clenched her fist and punched the air in front of her. "DAMNIT, why is there never anything to eat?! I need to buy more cup noodles!!"[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2019 2:21:38 GMT -5
EVEN IF I HAVE TO BECOME THE DEVIL | CRAVINGS [UMEKO / TAKA] | 0253 words commentary | Maybe it was because he had spent the last decade of his life having either his mother or his little sister see him without a shirt when he was training or working out, he didn't notice her incensed reaction to his body. Instead, he was paying more attention to the -albeit exaggerated- weakness of her limbs.
He looked around the kitchen after she threw out her accusation. "No food?" He asked, confused. He walked past her, his arm moving within a few inches of her face while he moved behind the counter. On the other side he opened the fridge and began looking through the various cabinets.
Nothing seemed wrong.
"Just how I left them..." He said, confused. He glanced back at her. "We have plenty of ingredients, are you sure you checked ev-" Then came the shout about cup noodles.
Taka's eye twitched.
"Cup noodles? And how long have you been 'subsisting' on cup noodles?" He asked, his icy blue eyes narrowing while he reached for one of the drawers and pulled out some manner of white folded piece of cloth. He began unfolding it while he watched her face for her response.
Meanwhile, he began wracking his brain for various recipes he knew that utilized the ingredients he had already brought to the table. Plenty of vegetables, carbs, meats, dairy. As a matter of fact, as far as he was aware this kitchen was one of the best equipped and stocked in the city. No food, seriously?
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Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Oct 19, 2019 2:51:55 GMT -5
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She crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, glancing back over at Taka. "Yeah, we have n-" What. The NERVE!? She was suddenly face to face with a giant bicep as he just casually strolled past. Who the hell did he think he was?! Even if it was only just for a second! Her eyes narrowed, and she turned her body ever so slightly away from him.[break][break]
He began to look through the kitchen. Of course, Umeko watched. Out of the corner of her eye, but still. What was he even talking about? A hand raised to brush a bit behind her ear. There was absolutely nothing to eat in here.[break][break]
"Cup noodles? Eh, maybe about..." Wait, how long? She held a hand out in front of her and began to count. "Maybe... eight years? Nine?" Yeah, that sounded about right. Cup noodles were extremely easy to make, and cheap. Whenever she could, she would buy them in bulk. But sometimes your stock runs out. Like now. What a shame.[break][break]
So, she was forced to scavenge in much more barren locations... such as the kitchen. "Why? Why does it matter? Cup noodles are good! Especially the spicy beef ones... hm, or maybe lime chili shrimp. Plus, they're like the cheapest food you can buy!"[break][break]
Turning her head in his direction, she quirked an eyebrow. "Never had anything more delicious than a cup noodle."[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2019 1:43:00 GMT -5
EVEN IF I HAVE TO BECOME THE DEVIL | CRAVINGS [UMEKO / TAKA] | 0304 words commentary | Taka had thrown the loop of the apron over his head without considering that he should probably put a shirt on first. He wrapped the strap around his waist and with a few quick flicks of his wrist had two elements on the stove warming up. His patience for her horrific eating habits was already at its end, but the rest of her antics still amused him. It reminded him of his little sister when she was hungry. The thought made him laugh and he reached for the ground beef in the fridge, going through for other ingredients.
"Eight or nine years on nothing but cup noodles..." He shook his head, he didn't know whether to be horrified or impressed. Either way... he threw a small piece of butter on a heating skillet and it began to sizzle. The other heating element was dedicated prepping a sauce. Onions, garlic, and oil began to hiss and darken at the base of a pan.
He points to a chair at the bar along the kitchen counter and gave her a huge smile; "Lets put some food in you. Sit and relax, shouldn't take me too long,"
He chortled and went back to browning the meat, pouring a little honey over it to help break down the enzymes in the fat. He reached for some spices, cinammon and others and began sprinkling them over the meat and a little in with the onions and garlic. After that he began to pulverize tomatoes in a processor.
Tomato sauce was introduced to the sauce pan, blending with onions and cooked garlic. Spiced meat came next, cooked through it was delivered to the pan to combine with the rest. The last step was to prepare rice while the combination sat for a bit.
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Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Oct 21, 2019 2:53:03 GMT -5
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This guy... Umeko stared, feeling her eye start to twitch again. Was he serious...? She barely knew this guy and he was already judging her for her eating habits. What the hell did he care? As he tied the apron around his waist, she took a step back. It was hard to tell what he was doing from where she stood, but it was obvious he had began to cook something by the motions he was making combined with the noise of sizzling noises.[break][break]
Her eyes narrowed as he motioned towards the chair. "Uh... fine. I guess," Umeko under her breath, as she sat herself down with a huff. At least here she could better see what he was working on, even if she didn't want to...[break][break]
She leaned against the kitchen counter, propping her head up with one hand. The heat that began to radiate from the stove contrasted how cool the counter-top felt, and she pushed the chair back ever-so-slightly, just enough so she could lean forward and use /two/ hands to prop her head up. Watching someone cook was... so.... incredibly boring.[break][break]
While it smelled nice, she had no idea what Taka was doing. What was that spice he just grabbed? Why is he putting honey on meat? Onion and garlic was a nice choice, and she couldn't complain about that one.[break][break]
Unaware of how much time had passed, and admittedly, sort of spaced out watching someone cook (what? it's just like binge-watching cooking videos on YouTube), she almost didn't notice him asking her a question.[break][break]
"...Huh?" The brunette gave him the blankest stare to rival all blank stares. "American what now?"[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2019 1:27:55 GMT -5
EVEN IF I HAVE TO BECOME THE DEVIL | CRAVINGS [UMEKO / TAKA] | 0320 words commentary | The rice cooker went to work while Taka turned to regard the girl who had finally responded to him. His eye twitched in a way that was similar to her own. He let out a breath, either she was painfully ignorant or she really just wasn't listening. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and smiled, his dorky grin brightening the room by a few shades.
"It's like curry," Yasashi said just as the rice cooker made a noise and he opened it, scooping out a good helping of rice and setting it down on a plate. With that he took a ladel and served up the chili with the rice. A beautiful mixed spice aroma hit the room like a wall of force and even Yasashi was pleased with this creation.
He set up a plate for himself, pouring out a pair of drinks from the small selection in the fridge and made his way over to a seat next to her own. He sat down, putting the plate down in front of her and taking a spoon immediately to his own. It was still very hot, but sometimes thats when it was at it's best.
He took a scoop, picking up some rice with it, and took a big bite. The honey did little to add flavor but instead broke down the components of the fat to add a stronger umami to the beef. The cinnamon excited the flavor even more and chemically excited the metabolism. Dark Chocolate and Chili Pepper was a timeless combination that caused a savory sensation in the mouth. All together, his chili was mind boggling and the tears in his eyes glittered bright.
"Bahahaha! That's the stuff! A good spicy meal filled with protein to get you going! Sweet things are nice but this really pumps you up!" He said boisterously, eagerly shoveling the food into his mouth.
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Post by Umeko Tatsumi on Nov 7, 2019 5:03:47 GMT -5
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She briefly made eye contact with him as he turned around, glancing up with a small smile. "Like curry, huh?" Umeko blew a strand of hair out of her face as she continued to watch him work. He seemed to know what he was doing... he knows too much. Should people their age be able to cook this good? It was suspicious.[break][break]
Right when she felt her mind beginning to zone out, the overwhelming smell of spice hit her nose and Umeko snapped back into reality. Just in time for him to put a plate down right in front of her. She stared... and stared. The presentation of the food, the aroma, and just, well, everything about it. It was beautiful. If she didn't know any better, she'd be shedding tears right now.
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Seeing Yasashi immediately start to dig into his food made her feel less awkward about eating. She hesitantly took the spoon into her own hand before tapping it against the plate. Hmm.. To eat just a bit of rice first or a spoonful of chili... or combined? [break][break]
His sudden laugh jolted her, almost causing her to fall out of her seat. Why did he have to sit right next to her... begrudgingly, Umeko took a small bite. It took a few seconds to hit, but her eyes widened once the flavor actually hit her tongue. Wh-Wha-why. Why was this so good?!
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"This is pretty good," she mused, waving the spoon in the air before she took a few more quick bites. Her tone came off as blasé. But by the way she was eating, it was obvious that she at least enjoyed it. Maybe too much. "Not a fan of sweet food, I prefer spice... but I already told you that, heh."[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2019 20:06:27 GMT -5
The big guy didn't notice her nearly jump when he started laughing. His eager delight at sharing a meal with someone else overshadowed everything else. He combined the chili and rice on his spoon, taking a heaping helping into his mouth and chewing with a bright look in his icy blue eyes. The people he grew up around as a boy had always been frightened of his eyes, like he could see souls or something. The sparkles in his eyes seemed to dawn around his face, such with his delight at simply being alive. Taka put down his spoon and glanced over when she began to eat, a big smile crossing his face in an instant.
She played it down, but as fast as she was eating, he could tell she was enjoying herself. She noted her dislike of sweet food and he nodded a few times, going back to his own meal. "You mentioned that!" Taka said between spoonfuls, scarfing it down and taking big gulps of water here and there to wash it down. There was plenty and he had a... large appetite. He casually glossed over the fact that he paid attention to little details like that from earlier conversations and took another sip of the water. "This goes great with a side of greens, celery is good! Oh! It could also go well on a bun!" The food lover boisterously said.
He settled after finishing his first plate in a flash, putting his spoon down and leaning against the table with a playful grin on his face. "Better than cup noodles, I imagine?" The big guy guffawed. He grabbed the pitcher and poured some more water out for her before turning towards the pot and making sure the heat was set to warm. Thank goodness for electronic cooking equipment.
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