[ 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.) ]
[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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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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[ 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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