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Rin Okumura ⬤ Ao no Exorcist
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moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[satanslash]

yeah

sup

[chichichi]

Mind if I call? It's nothing bad. Promise.

[satanslash]

sure go for it

[chichichi]

[ Give her about fifteen seconds. Fact of the matter is there's a bird she's got to shush perched on her shoulder. In fact, when he picks up, he might catch the tail end of a shushing sound, what sounds like a sparrow cheeping, and -- ]

'M sure Okumura-kun doesn't want to hear all that, so pipe down!

[satanslash]

[Ah, noisy pets.]

Heh. 'sup?

[chichichi]

[ The noisiest, but she doesn't really sound plussed. Fondly exasperated, softly chiding maybe, but there's a little perk in her tone now. ]

Not a lot now. I wanted to see how you were doing since the last time [ the first time ] we talked was... well, you know.

[satanslash]

[Pet mom problems.]

Yeah. That whole mess... I'm good, though. I only got hit a few more times by that stupid app.

1/2

[chichichi]

He plays too much.

[ The very thought has her tensing and shoving that anger with a side of accompanying queasiness with it for the strength of it aside. Stupid messy hungry god. ]

2/2

[chichichi]

I'm glad to hear it, though. You must have some sort of luck to have made it through alright.

[ She might've found herself wondering after him as the days went on after their first meeting, so it's maybe a bit of relief to hear as much from him. ]

[satanslash]

Nah, not luck, just good people.

[But he is glad that it's over and everyone got out alright.]

You?

[chichichi]

I came out it well enough, I suppose.

[ She supposes. She may actually sound a little... bored. Disappointed maybe? It's something. ]

The city's spiritual traffic is back to normal, which means there's about five spirits around regularly trying to pass out mundane recipes. [ And that's it. ]

[satanslash]

Recipes?

[Why are spirits trying to pass out recipes?

Also what kind?]

[chichichi]

That's right. Sometimes it's more mundane things like how to braid rope out of a specific fiber, but the recipes are what I pay the most attention to.

[ Rope isn't tasty, after all, and she doesn't know rightly know why it's always like that. She looks for answers to serious questions one might guess a spirit'd be able to give some insight into and gets sometimes tasty instructions instead. It's not ideal. Tasty, though. She can't deny that. ]

They're local. I've got recipes for different kinds of candy apples, flavored caramels, pumpkin everything, a few different kinds of roasts, a vegetable medley. [ A beat. Hm. ] I'd have to check my notes to remember them all.

[satanslash]

Huh.

[Color him surprised. Of all the things he thought spirits did, handing out recipes wasn't one of them.

The ones he dealt with were more the prankster and drama causing sort.]

... can I have 'em?

[chichichi]

[ Most people don't ask for a recipe if they aren't planning on trying it. Hmm! ]

Under one condition.

[satanslash]

[Of course he's planning on trying it! Cooking is his one skill.]

... yeah?

[chichichi]

You have to let me try the dishes you make.

[ That's it, that's her terms. ]

[satanslash]

[Oh.

That's easy.]

Well duh. Why wouldn't I?

[chichichi]

I don't know. Some people are really shy in the kitchen. It seemed like a better idea to put it in stone than pass the opportunity by.

[ She's shifting the device, shuffling around. Pleased? She's pleased. ]

Now, where'd I put that notebook...?

[satanslash]

Tch! I ain't shy about that! Cookin' is the one thing I'm good at! I'm a bombass chef and I want everyone to know it!

... That, and I kinda fed most of a village for a year.

[chichichi]

You don't exactly strike me as the rustic chef type, Okumura-kun.

[ Not talking like that and his wording is... specific enough to see her ask, pry. He said "kinda fed most of a village," not "worked at McDenny's". ]

What's this about feeding a village?

[satanslash]

I... didn't really have a choice. The place I was in before this... it didn't have power. It barely had enough food for everyone. The houses were all fallin' apart.

[It wasn't that long ago either.]

[chichichi]

[ That doesn't have the sound of a happy memory. Come to think of it, didn't he look a little... thin maybe? When she'd seen him on the screen at that time. He's not being very specific either. Villages, no matter how far removed from bustling urban hubs, normally have names and a means to address its population's needs. ]

What village was this? And... why were you in a place like that?

[satanslash]

[It is, in fact, not a happy memory.]

It uhm. It didn't have a name. We called it Chroma Village.

[Ironically enough.]

Same reason we're here, more or less.

[chichichi]

[ Yeah, she's seeing the irony there and she's pausing her train of thought. She was seconds away from, "Okay, and where were the adults?" Not that adults are necessarily reliable either. ]

So this isn't your first off world experience with a bunch of messy gods.

[ If he was taken from another world, then what does that mean? She wasn't imagining it either. He was pretty thin and she'd bet money his metabolism is like hers. Fast, demanding. ]

You're eating well here, right?