Roommates

[saltysanta]

Who: Noël Christenbell, anyone else in house #1007
When: September 1
Where: House #1007
What: House mingle! Roommates gotta meet at some point, right?
Warnings: Possible language? I doubt anything too bad is gonna go down here.


What's This?
[Your new roommate is not very familiar with modern technology. You may be able to find him peering at a vent the air conditioning is blowing through, flicking the lights in a room on and off, or investigating things like the fridge or microwave in the kitchen.]

Family Feud Food
[Noël had gone through and counted the bedroom doors. So there were supposed to be four people living here? It was easier to cook enough for everyone than try to make tiny portions, and he was used to taking care of himself and Charles, when they'd actually had food to cook..... So you might be able to find him in the kitchen, working on a pot of simple stew.]

Wildcard
[Any way you want it, that's the way you need it~]


((OOC: Feel free to treat this like a mini mingle post--at least for my threads, everyone has blanket permission for hopping into threads or whatever.))

Comments

[foeyay]

[Having entered the house later than everyone else, Kamui has been truly lucky to have avoided his new roommates until now. The smell of that stew though... His mouth waters as he imagines hearty vegetables and spiced meats. Good food trumps isolation any day.

Kamui practically glides into the kitchen, making his way nostrils first.]

Smells like Earth cuisine.

[saltysanta]

.....It's English. What other kind is there, besides Earth cuisine?

[Noël raises an eyebrow at the man swanning in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he washes his prep dishes; he definitely hasn't seen him before now..... Probably was out late exploring, or looking for monsters, or something. It doesn't really matter, anyway; it isn't as though they're related or anything. He can keep whatever schedule he likes, as long as he doesn't expect it to be catered to.]

[foeyay]

As many as there are planets, of course! [Even if there is no life on that planet, chances are there is something there that Kamui can eat.] Earth is one of the best though. It has the most flavors.

[Kamui himself has ditched his cloak while indoors. He's taken his shoes off as well, yet for some inexplicable reason, he hasn't removed the bandages from his arms. He leans over Noel's shoulder so he can watch what his roomy is doing.]

I've never heard of English flavor.

[saltysanta]

I've never heard of anyone cooking on other planets, either. But English..... England is a country. Cooking here on Earth is different in every country.

[Well, someone dresses casually in the house..... Noël hunches his shoulders a little at the sudden closeness as he turns back to his washing, but for the moment, doesn't try to shoo Kamui away.]

[foeyay]

You're pretty sheltered, aren't you? [Kamui hums his thoughts out loud, uncaring of cultural divides.] Did you think everyone else in the universe survived on air?

[saltysanta]

I didn't know other planets had people on them to start with. I've never visited another planet, and I've never met anyone from one before, either. How am I supposed to know what they eat?

[So..... yes, basically. If not knowing about the existence of aliens is being sheltered, then Noël is super sheltered. He's not even entirely sure if you're an alien or just someone who can apparently somehow travel through space, Kamui.]

.....What do they eat, anyway?

[foeyay]

Food.

[Ask a stupid question, get an alien to stare at you like you are two years old.]

[saltysanta]

[Have an equally flat, unimpressed tone; Noël doesn't even look back at him as he rolls his eyes.]

I feel sorry for them, then, having only one kind of food for the rest of the universe. You'd think there'd at least be some variation between planets.

[foeyay]

If you feel sorry for me, will I get stew?

[Because that's the only thing that matters here. Education should be saved for those who earn it.]

[saltysanta]

Tch, fine..... If you're going to beg at the table like this, you may as well. Obviously you're dying of starvation.

[Shhhh, he totally wasn't planning to give you some anyway, what are you talking about?]

[foeyay]

[Alright! If this gets him fed, then he sees no need to elaborate on other planets' food stock. This conversation is a success.]

If I were dying of starvation, I wouldn't be waiting for you to finish.

[saltysanta]

[He isn't quite curious enough to be disappointed, honestly; the only reason for Kamui to elaborate on other planets' food at this point would be to try and get it cooked for him.]

It's a figure of speech. Besides, stew's no good if you rush it.

[foeyay]

That's not what I meant. There's plenty else to eat right here.

[Kamui smiles in anticipation for the stew. He doesn't seem to notice how ominous that might sound.]

[saltysanta]

.....Right.

[Somehow, it seems wise to just agree with him, at this point; he's not sure if the way Kamui is smiling, combined with that statement, should be making him uneasy or not. Either way, he can't help the flutter of remembered fear, faced with an implacable, inhuman malice that had at that point been beyond his comprehension.

(I'm hungry..... Can I..... eat that.....?

You're wrong. The thing I'll eat is your eyes.)]

It shouldn't be too much longer, anyway.

[foeyay]

[Kamui eyes Noel's stiffened reaction before giving him a pat on his hat.]

Yay, stew!

[saltysanta]

[Noël makes a little noise of protest at the pat; he's pretty sure they're at least the same age, if he's not older than Kamui! He doesn't need to be treated like a kid.....]

Where have you been, anyway? I thought everyone who lived here had already been back for a while.

[foeyay]

I was stuck for a bit, so I messed with those ugly portraits until the sun started to set. It's okay now though.

[It's almost funny how matter-of-fact he can be while not actually explaining anything.]

[saltysanta]

You were stuck? Why?

[It would be funny, if it weren't so confusing. He's not sure what he thinks of hearing that Kamui occupied himself with vandalism, either--it could probably get him in trouble, couldn't it? On the other hand, the people who probably lived in that manor..... well, he doubts they'll be complaining anytime soon, as terribly as they were butchered. It's probably fine.]

[foeyay]

I'm a Yato. [The way he says it, it's clear he assumes everyone in the universe should recognize what this means. Luckily for Noel, he's already established that he's clueless about aliens. He gets the extended version.] Sunlight hurts us.

[saltysanta]

.....Ah. Caught unprepared, huh?

[That's not much more extended, but it gets the idea across. Still, if that's something he's always had to deal with, it seems a little strange that Kamui wouldn't have taken the necessary precautions.]

[foeyay]

It was dark on Earth. Then I blinked, and I was in an elevator. I'll kill whoever brought me here. I was having fun.

[He's still smiling. His eyes, however, are not.]

[saltysanta]

Eh..... What if you were already beaten to the punch, though? I mean, those corpses at the party--the girl was one of them, so.....

[foeyay]

Then I'll have to kill whoever killed them. [Duh.]

[saltysanta]

It's finding out who that's the real trouble.

[foeyay]

[Kamui calms down a bit, lulled by the smell that reminds him stew is on the way. He offers Noel a shrug.]

Of course. If it was easy, I wouldn't still be here. I'll find them though, and make them send me back.

The strongest man in the universe is waiting for me to fight him.

[saltysanta]

Who's the strongest man in the universe?

[If the original perpetrators were killed, whoever killed them might not be able to send them back. Even if they are, if Kamui kills them, won't they all be out of luck anyway? And even if Kamui gets sent back..... well, the rest of them would probably still be stuck here, huh?

It's all so many "what ifs" he can't even begin to worry about all the possibilities right now. So Noël just reaches for his spoon, opening the pot to give the stew another stir and check its progress; talking about whoever this guy is should probably make Kamui happy. He sounds like he's looking forward to that fight.]

[foeyay]

I think his name started with a V.

[He doesn't even know the guy's name.]

[saltysanta]

You don't even know him? How do you know he's the strongest, then?

[foeyay]

Because he defeated my father.

[saltysanta]

Sounds reasonable.

[There's just an air about Kamui that makes him believe it, somehow. Maybe it's how matter of factly he declares it, or maybe it's that look in his eyes, where the smile failed to reach and something far more chilling took its place. If Kamui's father is stronger than he is, then who knows? Maybe his father's opponent really is the strongest man in the universe. Maybe Kamui is some kind of alien space prince or something?

Noël scoops a mouthful of stew onto his spoon, tapping it briskly against the rim of the pot before offering it to Kamui.]

Taste this and see if it needs anything?

[foeyay]

[Kamui is far from a prince, but he takes serious pride in his Yato bloodline. Noel is reading him right in that respect at least. The fact that this man managed to defeat the greatest alien hunter in the galaxy before Kamui is unacceptable in his eyes.

Sure, his little sister happens to live on the planet this man is trying to destroy, but that's not actually important. Really. It's not. He doesn't care about her at all. It's just that he should be the one to kill her, not some stranger with a stupid face.

Ah, right. Stew.

When the spoon floats his way, Kamui takes nearly the entire utensil into his mouth. Noel might want to retract his poor fingers.]

Needs more of everything!

[saltysanta]

Gyeh! I-I meant things like spices!

[It definitely does not need his fingers added to the mix! Noël abruptly jerks his hand back before Kamui could theoretically bite anything off, mildly bewildered to see nearly an entire serving spoon vanish. How does he do that?

Seriously, though, more of everything doesn't change proportions or flavor at all! That's just saying "I want a whole bowl, not just a spoonful.", isn't it?]

[foeyay]

Ah, no, nothing like that.

[Kamui easily waves the thought aside. The stew tastes just fine as is, spoon and all.]

[saltysanta]

Then it should be ready now.....

[Noël turns the burner off, opening a cupboard to get some bowls. Please don't eat the spoon, Kamui, they'll need that to serve with--and he's not entirely convinced you won't just devour that, too, the way you stuffed nearly the entire thing into your mouth.]

[foeyay]

[Luckily, Kamui doesn't seem eager to swallow the utensil just yet. Instead, the tip of its handle pokes out from between his lips, not unlike a large toothpick. He pulls it out of his mouth to hand to Noel as though he doesn't realize how it being coated in slobber could be an issue.]

[saltysanta]

Thanks.

[Noël fights the urge to grimace in disgust as he takes the spoon, giving it a quick rinse in the sink instead. He dishes out a bowl for each of them--if neither of their other roommates show up to claim portions of their own, then it's not his fault if they go hungry. If Kamui ends up devouring most of the pot getting thirds and fourths and more, then he's not going to be the one to stop him.]

[foeyay]

[It will happen if the drool oozing out the side of his mouth has anything to say about it.

Kamui accepts his bowl with something akin to grace and even moves to sit down before eating. Once he starts eating, however, all the rules go out the window. He gulps his helping down like a mug of chocolate milk.

Well, at least it's clear that he does like the taste.]

Aaaah, that hit the spot.

[saltysanta]

I'm..... glad to hear it.

[Even if he is staring a little, because he's never seen anyone inhale food quite that fast and not choke horribly on it. Still..... it's flattering, at least?]

[foeyay]

Now for spots two through ten!

[Yeah, he's getting up for seconds not two minutes after he sat down.]