text; @CURSE

[gimu]

hello.

i have several questions for the outsider populace and i require truthful answers.

1. what are your abilities in battle?
2. what is your estimation of your skill with your own abilities?
3. who are you?
4. what was your proudest moment?
5. what was your weakest?

answer as you see fit. i’m not your boss.

[ this isn’t how one goes about making work acquaintances but it’s direct, it’s simple, and choso can’t be bothered to care if it meets industry standard. ]

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[gimu]

[ choso must lift a hand up over his mouth like that could possibly shield the world from just how much effort this much potato took to eat. swallow. chew. another swallow. remember to breathe. ah, don't forget her question. ]

Ff'th oh-gay.

[ talking with his mouth full, rude. ]

[ignoreher]

[ ... ]

You don't have to force yourself to eat it if you don't like it. I won't be offended if you spit it out.

[ because it's definitely revolting and not at all because of the size of his bite. and don't be fooled. even if she won't be offended, there's a bit of dejection in her smile as she spoons out another bit for herself. guess it's not for everyone... ]

[gimu]

[ all he tastes is the earthy starch of potato. all he feels is the eerie give of potato. all he smells is potato and a little bit of chive. all he hears is the deafening sound of potato-chewing echoing through his jaw. all is potato. except, ironically, his eyes.

oh, no. she’s looking some sort of way. is that disappointment? sadness? what does he do about it…!?

try swallowing first. the whole thing. c’mon. accept the potato as part of you, choso.




it IS a little like swallowing packing peanuts, if packing peanuts came buttered and chived. ]

A gift is not rebuked.

[ sounds a little raspy. it’s the conviction, surely. ]

[ignoreher]

But it makes me feel worse to see someone forcing themselves, Choso. Thanks for giving it a try anyway.

[ at least kaito liked it...... maybe she should make smaller portion sizes for sampling... ]

You can just set the rest aside, I'll take care of it later. But it was a pretty interesting experiment, huh?

[gimu]

[ this is a small failure, an X on his internal record. what sort of record was that? choso hadn't the foggiest. ]

Forgive me. I tried.

[ i-isn't that worse? no matter, he must recover now, a hand over his chest like he's monitoring the potato's descent into the unknowable gastrointestinal depths while he bows his head in apparent defeat. he must make up for this, somehow...! ]

But if I may ask... why a potato?

[ignoreher]

[ what a.... funny guy. she smiles, no harm done, and mixes her parfato. ]

I like potatoes! That's all. And this is a dish that has layers, just like a parfait -- so I thought why not combine them? Lasagna does too, but I think that might be more of a challenge...

[ one day ]

[gimu]

[ what in blazes was a 'lazanya'? his eyes light up, literally; a flurry of google inquiries seem to be happening on the spot. ]

Are the layers... potato? And potato?

[ignoreher]

Potato, sour cream, cheese... some chopped up bacon and chives too.

[ she'll hold the spoon in her mouth for a moment, then take out another scoop. ]

I don't think I added enough pepper, but I heard a little is supposed to go a long way. Maybe I overestimated it.

[ note to self... layer of black pepper next time. then it'll mix up well. ]

[gimu]

[ strangely, choso feels a shiver up his spine, as if a goose had just walked over the future/past place where choso will/was/shall be buried. is that it? or did he just witness an omen? ]

How... much did you put at first? [ is this what the tingling in his palate is about??? ]