
Congratulations! You survived the first week of Personal Enrichment Class! Or at least, your body did if you feel like astral projecting. It's time to mingle with your fellow students after the Saturday lesson. Maybe get revenge. Or maybe you're going to your room right away. Either way, it's free time! Let loose. Go wild.
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Not physically. What flavors do you humanoids like?
[ Stare, crunch, crunch. ]
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[Phantom's scouring for a shrimp flavor one, admittedly. He may as well be picky about his junk eating. The petty villainy of the littering just gets an amused glance.]
Are you meant to be another ancient being of some kind?
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[ Maybe if he actually used the flavor packets, he'd think differently... ]
And I'm meant to be a demonic agent of chaos.
[ Luci deepens his voice impressively to say it. Admittedly, it isn't as impressive when followed directly by him scarfing down the last half of his ramen in a single bite. The wrapper joins the discarded flavor packet. ]
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[Ah, no. That might be diabolically clever, but Phantom's not revealing a weakness so easily!]
To humanoids, they don't.
[Or, like, with the flavor packets. Either/or. He picks up one that at least doesn't look conspicuously spicy before anything can thwart him.]
Indeed? You're rather small for that, aren't you?
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Duh. Makes it easier to sow seeds of destruction. Being big is overrated anyway.
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[Okay, not imposing, but Phantom is naturally suspicious. He tucks the noodle packet very firmly against his chest. No thieving!]
...I suppose I could reach you something if you required.
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So, you gonna hug it or eat it?
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I intend to cook it. Not all of us are so...
[Yeah, he's not sure he has a word for that, actually.]
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Luci is none the wiser for now, his tail letting the package fall right into his hands. ]
Gluttonous. You know, I'm finally starting to get this whole hunger thing.
But what's this about cooking? It's gotta be easy if you can do it.
[ Said too casually for the insult. ]
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[Wow, Phantom will 1v1 this tiny cat demon in the street. And probably lose. He scowls a little and takes the obvious bait.]
The directions are clearly on the packaging. Does no one here read? [...] ...And I know how to cook.
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[ Look, sometimes he also just says things because he feels like it. Holding up the ramen package, almost tauntingly-- ]
Okay then, prove it.
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[But he'll try to swipe that ramen package anyway because what is he supposed to do, not let himself be played.]
Ensure that the kitchen is emptied and you have a bargain.
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Augh, fine.
[ And off he goes?? He's ready to shoo anyone away but it's probably empty right now anyway because what is rp time. ]
Come on, nerd.
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After you, demon.
[RP time is a river but Phantom follows, glancing around the empty kitchen to assure himself his condition is met. Fine. Today Luci is going to learn the fine art of watching someone else boil water.]
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This all you know how to cook?
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Of course not. I'm not the sort of hopeless adult who relies on others to take care of me. But I don't see a reason to put unnecessary effort into this.
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[ Luci watches him from his perch on the counter, unperturbed and with patience bought from having already eaten something. ]
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And just what do you know how to cook?
Tw: casual mention of cooking people?? It's not really cannibalism
[ Nonchalantly, because running a bar was something Luci did for fun, not to be a chef. But then he remembers he's a ~scary demon~ and adds with a shrug-- ]
And people.
oh my god luci
If you attempt to eat me, I assure you I'll find a way to poison you. [...] And this kitchen isn't equipped for it in any case.
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No thanks. You aren't my type.
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Just for that, he's eyeing the fill line on the spicy ramen and... undershooting on the water. Extra spice concentration for petty revenge.]
Good. Then I don't want to hear criticism from someone whose specialty is bar food.
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At least my specialty's usually got some kinda meat in it. [ suddenly, almost comically, distracted by what's happening with his ramen-- ] What's this stuff made of anyway?
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[Never mind, he can accept this distraction. Maybe it's appreciation for his excellent ramen-making skills.]
What noodles are usually made of. Spices. Dried vegetables or fish flakes. [Some things that were indecipherable but the translation app was probably trying its best!] You didn't look before you were eating them?
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Nah. Can't read. Who knew that novel would be ingredients anyway?
[ A dramatic sigh. ]
Is it almost done yet? No wonder humans starve.
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