[ a proper ransacking, as only a teenager could ever truly manage. good work, young man.
Sakamoto makes a beeline for the fridge once he crosses the kitchen threshold (with borrowed slippers on his feet), as relaxed as if it were his own home. Propriety? What propriety? ]
[and his own hand, but the hand was already fucked and the extra gauze doesn't look out of place on him! who is even counting at this point anymore when it's added to or subtracted from]
[ his culture subsists on grain and vegetables and processed snacks that may as well come from space now!!!! in Sakamoto's case, non-perishable rations on long trading runs!!!!!!
FIGHT SCURVY! VITAMIN C IS HERO!!!!11! ]
I look into that pan and all I can see is a horrible future! A cow, an entire slab of livestock is in that pan!
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.) ]
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[you]
[...oh that's a different finger]
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takes the phone back-- ]
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everything even remotely related to Glass is a little on the cracked side
aha. ahahahahahahaha ]
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[YELLS, BECAUSE DUH THEY CAN HEAR EACHOTHER]
DON'T BREAK IT --
[because without it there was nothing else to deter angry neighbours from coming over to beat him up OIIIII]
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[ thirty-seven metric tonnes of accumulated stress: dispelled
only a couple hundred more to go ]
Are you hungry?
[ this is not the question to be asking right about now rly ]
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[we have learned a thing about Sakamoto today]
Wh-what the hell are you doin' here! Ain't you an adult! Get a job!
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[ well, it's true. he has a perfectly good job out there.
the Kaientai's just a little too far out of reach at the moment. that's all. ]
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[even though it's been two days, he's still always hungry; it's not just being 14 and growing, unfortunately]
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Can you cook? Is there food here?
[ excited, too excited! ]
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[Badou makes a frustrated noise, leaving the door ajar, ignoring the questions and stalking to the kitchen]
[it's more than half ransacked; Hijikata was going to have an even bigger mess to clean up when he came home]
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You gotta keep your shoes on!
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Sakamoto makes a beeline for the fridge once he crosses the kitchen threshold (with borrowed slippers on his feet), as relaxed as if it were his own home. Propriety? What propriety? ]
Eh? Isn't this enough?
[ and lifting a foot as if to demonstrate ]
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[and his own hand, but the hand was already fucked and the extra gauze doesn't look out of place on him! who is even counting at this point anymore when it's added to or subtracted from]
Put on socks or somethin' too!
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[ this is a giant load of bullcrap ]
I'll be fiiine!
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[and then Badou turns to the freezer, digging out what looks like a solid pound of ground beef and gets busy at the stove]
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that's a lot of meat
actually ]
What's that for?
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Huhn? Oh, this is food. I forgot that you eat shit, sorry.
[drops most of it into a frying pan, turns the flame all the way up]
[Badou prefers fast cooking to precise cooking (and it was always up to him)]
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[ points to himself, then to the pan. ]
That's the shit here.
[ red meat has never really been in his diet this is a sad fact of life ]
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[this is beautiful red meat and what the fuck is wrong with you]
[your culture must be broken to ignore this]
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FIGHT SCURVY! VITAMIN C IS HERO!!!!11! ]
I look into that pan and all I can see is a horrible future! A cow, an entire slab of livestock is in that pan!
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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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