kinda fascinating. he's never really watched people cook before. restaurants, dinners, bars. on the fleet or even, ages and ages past, back home, it's always been done out of his sight.
the only things Sakamoto can cook are those suited to an open flame. (wild game, harvest, one unfortunate incident with a leather boot.) ]
[stares disgustedly over his shoulder for a second; don't tell me this guy was rich?! he didn't even have to cook his own meals??? maybe he was more of an escort type? that still was bullshit!!]
How can you eat out all'a the time? Shit. Maybe I oughta be a workin' guy.
[his soul isn't really that youthful; it's a job that would help pay the electricity bills, but he'd never let him, kept on like school was more important than clean, running water or the ability to buy food for the week, instead of just enough food]
[his writing skills aren't actually that great, D+ and C- work at best, but he knows how, thanks]
[meat's done woohoo get the fuck out of my face]
[he pulls the pan off the active burner, going to the cabinet to pull out some bread, and then the drawer for a spoon, proceeding to scoop the meat on top of the squares]
[no plates fuck plates bread is edible plates]
[he hands the first (very) sloppy joe to Sakamoto, flushing a little]
I -- I dunno, I ain't handled a customer before. It probably ain't hard. It looks stupid.
[oh no why didn't you clear this up earlier oiii you criminal]
[he's thought about it before. never said anything to anyone, of course, because they weren't that poor, they weren't that desperate (Badou knows he has had it shitty, but he also knows other people have had it much, much shittier)]
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I'm makin' sloppy joes an' if you don't wanna eat one you can snort mayonnaise like that freak shitty cop for all I care!
[SIZZLE, SIZZLE]
[MMMMMMMM]
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[ mildly, and helpfully. don't say he didn't warn you ]
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[it is that of which we do not speak]
[pushes meat around the pan lazily, digs in the fridge for some bbq, all the good stuff]
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kinda fascinating. he's never really watched people cook before. restaurants, dinners, bars. on the fleet or even, ages and ages past, back home, it's always been done out of his sight.
the only things Sakamoto can cook are those suited to an open flame. (wild game, harvest, one unfortunate incident with a leather boot.) ]
Is it supposed to look like that?
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[huff]
[is he making fun of him]
[who cares ugh! ugh!]
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[ says mr. richy rich richfuck ]
I don't cook, now do I?
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How can you eat out all'a the time? Shit. Maybe I oughta be a workin' guy.
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tbh he'd make a terrible escort too ]
It's easy: you just do.
[ ahaahahahaha ]
Is it a job your youthful soul cries out for?
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[his soul isn't really that youthful; it's a job that would help pay the electricity bills, but he'd never let him, kept on like school was more important than clean, running water or the ability to buy food for the week, instead of just enough food]
[it's a sullen mumble to the pan]
M'not a kid. School's pointless.
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[ red meat on the pan smells really good... he's kinda leaning in, all curious and halfway eager. ]
Can you handle a customer without spooking them into a full retreat? Aa?
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[his writing skills aren't actually that great, D+ and C- work at best, but he knows how, thanks]
[meat's done woohoo get the fuck out of my face]
[he pulls the pan off the active burner, going to the cabinet to pull out some bread, and then the drawer for a spoon, proceeding to scoop the meat on top of the squares]
[no plates fuck plates bread is edible plates]
[he hands the first (very) sloppy joe to Sakamoto, flushing a little]
I -- I dunno, I ain't handled a customer before. It probably ain't hard. It looks stupid.
[oh no why didn't you clear this up earlier oiii you criminal]
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he shall name this child Joe ]
I wouldn't call it 'stupid', really. More like grating, perhaps!
[ ...? ]
IF you were offered a brilliant job, would you take it?
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[he's thought about it before. never said anything to anyone, of course, because they weren't that poor, they weren't that desperate (Badou knows he has had it shitty, but he also knows other people have had it much, much shittier)]
...Uh, um, no.
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[ How did the kid know about his enterprise? Huh. Would the surprises never cease. ]
I had something else in mind, but sure, I suppose!
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[plop his sloppy joe is also done]
[and he just starts eating it standing there like a dumb animal because lol table etiquette]
[homfhomfHOMFHOMFHOMF]
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[ as good an incentive to get to work as any, right
He just watches Badou eat for a moment, awe-struck and dubious and a little grossed out before he just. Shrugs.
And follows suit.
Holy crap ]
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[holy crap is right]
Yuggud gedme a'jav?
[I do not need to chew my food]
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Huv'corf, wh'th'huckgh hwoo'n'd I?
[ oh my shit this is delicious ]
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Doin' what?
[and you doubted me, you doubted my excessive quantities of beef]
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S-s-shopkeeping.
[ never again, never again doubt ]
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That sounds easy. You gotta shop around here? D'ya know the Landlord?
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coughs at a bit ]
Not yet.
[ yet ]
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[eats more of his sloppy joe, dripping it unconcernedly on his arm gauze]
N'kay. I'worfurro.
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Excellent news! I christen you the new, future junior partner of the Kiheitai.
[ pleased chewing: commence ]
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[he flushes a bit stupidly under the exuberance, frowning irritably]
Wh-whatever, if I still feel like doin' it by then! -- An' you ain't drivin' me there, I'll walk for hours if I hafta!
[what the hell is a Kiheitai]
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