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]

[ ah, a cute little face... ]

memory makers, ok. [ seems useful. goodness knows he needs some too. ]

good luck with your partafos.

[ignoreher]

[ choso.......... are you an amnesiac too, by chance.............

nonetheless. cooking potatoes... putting together two of the parfait-like meals... she thinks. that they're well-cooked this time. kaito had said to take it off the heat a little bit earlier next she made them, so. they should be better. okay. okay! ]

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Done! Actually, it's a little hard to carry them both since they're hot, so come to the kitchen! I'll be waiting!

1/2

[gimu]

oh, good. [ that he doesn’t have to figure out which door was his again. that poor, neglected room. ]

that was fast for a whole potato.
i am on my way.

2/2 dndjfjg i fell asleep mid-tag

[gimu]

[ true to his word, choso ambles into the kitchen some three minutes later, hands in his sweatpants pockets and sweater collar pulled up as high as it dares go.

never before has the smell of potato ever filled choso with such disquiet like it does now. he’s almost afraid to see. ]

I have come for the p…arfatoes.

I WAS CONCERNED!!!

[ignoreher]

Baked Parfatoes.

[ she's busy putting the finishing touches on them... okay. malkuth steps away, staring at her work for a moment before turning oh wow that's a face. not in a bad way, just she wasn't expecting that severe of a look. and he's tall... she needs to start meeting shorter people. people her height.

that's okay! malkuth'll give him a bright smile and introduce him to... the baked parfatoes with a hand. it really is just a baked potato in the style of a parfait. buttery potato, sour cream, and cheese act as the main layers, with bacon bits among the white and a sprinkle of chives on top. they don't look disastrous. they almost look like normal parfaits. ]

It's nice to meet you face to face, Choso! Are you ready to have your world rocked?

[gimu]

[ there's a lot to take in. the baker's tininess for one, but the potatoes, ah, look at them, they command the room. a presence unlike any other. who else can ignore this impossible pull of savoury aroma paired with the jarring sight of something so sugary-looking? no one choso knows, which is all of two people.

pay attention, choso. your mouth is hanging open. ]

I am ready for a Baked Parfatoes. We'll discuss world-rocking in a timely manner.

What now?

[ignoreher]

[ he's appropriately stunned. good. she'll take a pair of spoons from the drawer, handing him one and sticking hers into one of the parfatoes. ]

Dig in! Let me know what you think -- I got some advice about the potatoes, so they shouldn't be overcooked... but I'm still a little worried.

[ maybe a bit more of a bite than there should be but. it's fine. malkuth, who loves potatoes, loves her culinary invention. she could eat this every week. ]

1/

[gimu]

[ he takes the spoon and clutches it like a weapon, awkward in the way of someone who has not, if ever, wielded a spoon for any potato-related endeavour before. there's no helping it; he follows in her footsteps, mimicking her by jamming his own utensil into the tuber's buttery-soft guts. regrettably, this mimicry extends to the heaping load of parpato on said spoon.

it's glorious. it steams a little in the light.

choso swallows thickly. this is the first time in his short existence that he's felt this sort of nervousness before, this sort of apprehension. this was an entirely alien encounter. he was going in blind. ]

2/

[gimu]

[ down the hatch, with the same air of a man discovering haggis existed. ]

3/

[gimu]

?/

[gimu]

[ too big a bite. this is too much potato. ]

5/5

[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??? ]