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Post by Raikan Nekozawa on Oct 12, 2019 0:14:08 GMT -5
Why did they always say no shoes, no shirt, no service? Probably because of sanitation stuff or whatever, but why did he have to wear this shirt?! It was killing his body! And it had sleeves! UGH! Who even likes sleeves? But most places required him to wear something, or else he couldn't even be let in! So he wore the most inoffesive thing he could. Something that Coach Sento gave him. An old white v-neck, and pants. The pants weren't the problem, it was these damn sleeves! But well, the last place he went to, he was told how unsanitary it was to come in with just a vest. So, he might as well. At least now, he wouldn't be turned away from food! Food that smelled so scrumptious that made his stomach roar out like the feline he was... food that wafted its scent all the way to him through those open doors, on the sunsetting day. He had been walking for an hour after going back to the dorm for a shirt, so he hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten, but now? He understood more than most; this place he was in front of, with chefs sitting in front of the tables of people, where fire climbed high upon the hibachi grills, and the people merely 'ooh'd and 'ah'd with excitement. This was pure manliness! To cook with such passion and desire to entertain gave the feline boy starry eyes as he walked in. What with him having a shirt on, him walking in had him all excitable! He didn't look too bad either. The v-neck did have a few blue stripes across the front, but perhaps what stood out the most was the fact that the sleeves seemed to be ripping at the ends. If not for that, he'd look pretty good all things considered. But as he made his way over to the only grill that didn't have anyone seated currently, he did the courteous thing and moved any stools back into place, just in case someone did want to, and soon after sat himself down. The feline hadn't really noticed anyone here yet, but he was practically bouncing in his stool, waiting for this manly display to begin. His stomach rumbling with quite a bit of desire, gluttony striking his stomach with such need. Whomever was to cook for him must have been good! It made him think of the food he had been given during his food run the other day at U.A. Ah, what a tasty meal. ... if only the feline knew for whom was to cook for him earlier. Tyrodin Borimir |
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Post by Tyrodin Borimir on Oct 13, 2019 21:51:42 GMT -5
The sound of a cart being wheeled out would be the first thing to catch Raikan's ears, and what would follow might take him by surprise. The familiar form of a particular goat boy was the one pushing it, dressed in a chef's uniform as opposed to the student's uniform provided by U.A. A pair of white slacks accompanying the white button-over jacket like the others matched his snowy-white fur, the young man soon coming to a stop with the cart directly behind the cooking area of the steel grill separating himself and the jaguar man. The whole way over he'd been humming a soft tune to himself, clearly quite happy to be in the establishment and to have someone to cook for. But as he opened his eyes to look upon his customer, he'd find himself quite surprised at who it turned out to be. "Irrashaimase! Welcome to the Musutafu's Grill! How may I serve you toda-- Huh? Say, aren't you...?"Emerald eyes looked over the figure of Raikan before him, the surprise really setting in as his small smile grew wider with a mix of surprise and excitement. "O-oh! You're the guy I met in the dorm kitchen the other night! Fancy meeting you here!" he exclaimed, his fluffy tail wagging behind himself rather happily. Perhaps it was because he was seeing a familiar face? Maybe it was because he genuinely liked the guy? Who can say? Either way, Tyrodin was actually pretty happy to see him at his table, whether it be one reason or another. "You're the guy I met in the kitchen on my first day in the dorm! It's good to see you again. Have you been here before?"Raikan Nekozawa |
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Post by Raikan Nekozawa on Oct 13, 2019 23:35:18 GMT -5
Raikan's gaze was fixated on the cart at first, his sapphire blue eyes fixated on the coming cart that was to reach the feline, sitting alone at the table. Oh wow, they really pulled out all the stops! Though he had never seen such a furred chef. In fact, that white fur seemed to remind him of something, but for the life of him, Raikan couldn't put his finger on what. Still, the whole time, the aroma of food would swirl around the restaurant, and fill his nose with a mouth-watering need. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the scent, until finally he heard the person in front of him speak. Wait. They sounded familiar. A sweet voice, owned by a sweet soul. And once Raikan's eyes opened, the emerald gaze met Raikan's sapphire blue gaze. His smile was gone, instead replaced by the revelation; the shock of seeing the mousy goat here, the same from his class filled him with a bit of glee! Why? Because the last time he tasted the goat boy's cooking, it had sent Raikan to a good place. His stomach thanked him for hours to come for such a gracious meal. With this revelation, his gaze softened, his lips curved back upwards into that toothy grin as they parted. His own tail seemingly having moved to and fro behind him as well; not unlike that of a puppy. The repeated phrase had Raikan recall the night, and his taste buds seemed to ride on the memory with him. And he pointed to himself, showing the two torn sleeves of the white v-neck as he did so. "RA-HA-HA! Yes, it is I, Raikan Nekozawa! RA-HA-HA!" he laughed twice, his grin only growing twice its size. No sooner did he exclaim this, did he attract the attention of anyone around. "And you must be Terry!" He got his name wrong? No, not at all! He knew his name was Tyrodin Borimir! The goat chef who could cook him under the table; why wouldn't he know someone so great as he?! "RA-HA-HA! It is fortune that brings me to your grill! I have never been here! But, I am sure no matter what you make I will eat it! Your food brings me the greatest joy I've felt, miles above Coach Sento's! RA-HA-HA!" there was the laugh again. People started to ignore Raikan... Of course, Raikan also attracted the gaze of certain onlookers... spouting rumors of the goat boy having great cooking. All while Raikan felt his mouth curved into a bigger grin than ever. He truly was enjoying himself here now, and was even happier he left for home to get that shirt. Even if it was strangling his chest. At least Tyrodin had something to look at. Tyrodin Borimir |
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Post by Tyrodin Borimir on Oct 29, 2019 17:06:16 GMT -5
Raikan Nekozawa. That's right, that was his name! How could Tyrodin have forgotten already? Oh gosh, the fact that he'd forgotten the name of a fellow classmate so soon actually bothered him a bit. He'd have to do a better job of remembering such things! But it was quite clear that the cat man remembered the goat boy. "Terry", he called him. Gosh, that alone was enough to make Tyrodin blush, at least just a little bit. Granted, his parents called him Terry all the time, but hearing it from someone else really made that fluffy tail of his wag! And for the guy to have never visited the restaurant before, but claim that anything he made would taste good? Goodness, it really made his heart flutter! But never mind these little jumps of emotion he was feeling. What was really getting him right now was a particular spark that cat man would witness as those emerald hues shifted to violet, Tyrodin's chest swelling as a hand came to rest upon his chin. "Ah, yes, well... not to toot my own horn, but I am a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself! Baa-ahahaha!" It wasn't very often that people would see this side of Tyrodin, unless he was trying to look cool at school, or he was on the job that the school deemed was okay for students to partake in. However, whenever someone praised him for his cooking skills, this bravado that was quite the opposite of his usually gentle demeanor always came out. Always. "Sit tight, my good man! For soon I shall deliver you food that is as amazing as I am! Baa-ahahaha!" Without another word, Tyrodin fired up the grill, the faint sound of the flames licking the underside of the grill's metal surface vaguely heard below. As the surface started heating up, he'd take up a plastic bottle and spray on what could only be cooking oil, gently spreading it out upon the grill's surface with a steel spatula. As he rolled up his sleeves he'd flex the joints of his fingers, as if to loosen any tension as he spoke again. "Now then... let the show begin!"Raikan Nekozawa |
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Post by Raikan Nekozawa on Nov 4, 2019 0:46:20 GMT -5
It was something so simple. The moment Raikan said that nickname, he could see the small blush of scarlet on those cheeks, and the manly jaguar boy felt his smile grow twice as wide. The shift was unconscious, causing the male's tail to move side to side itself, with a mind of its own. But that didn't compare to the shift between green to violet, and a swelling of pride had Raikan captured in the moment as Terry did, in fact, toot his own horn by not tooting it. If that had been all, the jaguar boy wouldn't have felt it. But then that laughter?! He felt his own face glow, the slightest bit of crimson staining his cheeks. Huh... that confident laughter was something he didn't at all expect, but it felt so fitting. The pride train continued. Delivery of food as great as the goat boy? Raikan's lips curved into a big grin now, as he looked back, watching the goat fire the grill, and administer the cooking oil. The jaguar boy's face was in utter awe. "Oooooh." he cooed out, staring quietly as Tyrodin would begin. If Raikan tried something like this, he'd probably burn the place down, but here Terry was, beginning a show, and all while the jaguar boy thought it was magic! Truly, it wasn't magic. It was merely a boy with skill in a kitchen, but just like a car is magic until one knows the inner-workings, so too was Raikan thinking of cooking. The last time he ate something from Terry's hands, the jaguar boy had tasted something close to the heavens themselves. As Raikan would watch, he would ask nonchalantly. "Wow, Terry. You always look so awesome when you cook. Ra-ha-ha. I already feel so hungry just thinking about it!" the jaguar boy stated, his gazed fixated on Terry, as he crossed his arms. Still, not a person was here but him. But... Perhaps Raikan liked this more? Just him and Terry. Like one of those manga he read in the past. Tyrodin Borimir |
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