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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:11 pm
"It's not." She replied simply, and after a few moments set the knife down. She then moved over to Chance, standing right next to him. Against the wall on the counter, she placed the pineapple so that it was facing him. With the sad frowny face she carved into it. Claude then tilted her head towards him. "Would you like any help?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:34 pm
Chance just looked at the pineapple, debating whether it would be wise to throw a knife from this distance and actually hit the fruit and not Claude herself.
He decided it wasn't and went back to chopping.
"You can find me a saucepan about yay big," he said, holding out his hands to indicate. "And some spatulas, preferably a wooden one, I like those better. Oh, and salt and pepper, I missed those."
A pause.
"No pineapple."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:47 pm
She noted what he was asking for, but before she went off to go find any of those things, Claude went back for the knife she left on the counter. Returning to the pineapple, her back obscured it from view for a few moments before she set it back down. It had a single tear carved into it now, too. Claude set the knife down and then went about locating what was listed. At one point the sound of clattering pans would be heard as she pulled one out, causing the stack to tumble out of the cabinet, followed by a "Mn." The sound of said pans being put away was heard next. The saucepan was deposited at his side, along with some wooden spatulas (which she had to resist the urge to whap him at least once with), and the salt and pepper. She then waited to see if anything else was requested of her, but as she did, she caught sight of something. A hand reached up to brush some of his curls aside, where the bandage came more into view. A pause. "What did you do?" This time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:51 am
Chance totally ignored Claude and her pineapple because of reasons.
The clattering noise and the mild noise of disgruntlement were noted with some amusement as Chance began chopping up ingredients. He switched on the stove and fiddled around with the temperature before he reached out and plucked the saucepan up, depositing it onto the burner.
Fingers touched the side of his head before he could begin to actually put things in the pan. Chance turned to look at Claude, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Nothing," he said innocently.lucyal spoiler: I don't actually know how to make curry /makes everything super vague
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:01 am
Claude gave him a Look that clearly said she wasn't convinced. Despite the fact he was trying to cook at the moment, she was trying to figure out why he had a bandage on the side of his face. Her other hand came up to take his chin between her thumb and forefinger and angle it back to the side again, as the hand brushing the curls pushed them up to make the bandage more visible. "Did your head get bounced off the ground?" kuuropii /cry laughing That is A OK. Maybe what we need is a FADE TO BLACK...SUDDENLY CURRY! fkwejfkwklefk;ll;wek;l
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:03 am
"You're gonna make me burn the butter," Chance pointed out, somewhat dryly, but he let her turn his head to the side anyway, her fingers feeling a little cold against his pale skin.
"Yes, from that one time I decided to get reacquainted with my best friend, the floor," he deadpanned. "It's a gift to myself, from myself, for managing to pass to Intermediate, actually."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:10 am
Claude released him after the more satisfactory answer, but also because she didn't want to be responsible for burnt butter. This was almost turning into 'Claude trying to sabotage Chance's cooking', between the pineapple and now. The trainee slid a few steps away and took to leaning against one of the counters, crossing her arms as she did so. Ah, alright. Bandages and what not. "You got another tattoo." She was interested to see it, and after another moment asked. "Did you get Draco?" kuuropii /whispers go for it jfwklefkweklfklw;
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:14 am
He tossed her a smile over his shoulder.
"Astute," said Chance lightly. "But no, I didn't, not yet. I have to figure out the proper placement for Draco. The one on my head is just a few stars. This one - " he lifted his arm, beneath the sleeve, another bandage peeked out - and waved it around without looking at her. "is a bit of an eclectic view of the universe."
Then he went back to cooking.
Some time later, Chance was pulling plates from the shelves, grabbing a spoon and beginning to dole generous portions of rice onto them. The curry simmered in its pan, the whole kitchen smelling wonderfully of spices and chicken, and sometime in the midst of his cooking, the pineapple had been stabbed in the middle by a most mysterious happenstance.
"Tell me when to stop," said Chance, scooping curry onto one of the plates.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:16 am
Ah, two tattoos. "You'll have to show me when the bandages are off." She murmured. Having seen all his ink work before, and with the addition of the new, it made her want to look into getting one too...Hm. Something to ponder. Claude occupied her time by not sabotaging Chance's cooking, and instead just leaning against the counter. At one point she glanced at the pineapple and was still amused by the pineapple hate. One of these days...maybe she would make curry with pineapple in it. Then Chance couldn't complain because it was her curry. She wasn't put off at all by the lack of pineapple in this curry though. It smelled ******** delicious, and her stomach was rumbling in anticipation of good homemade food. Claude watched him scoop curry on the plate, and after there was enough she uttered a "Stop." She made no move to grab the plate yet though, wanting to wait for Chance to be ready as well. She was silent as she waited until she spoke up again. "How do you smile so much?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 5:32 pm
"Betcha can't guess what I decided to get," Chance deadpanned.
Thankfully, the rest of the cooking went without too much incident, minus the pineapple stabbing and the occasional snarky comment back and forth. Claude, at least, seemed to have dropped the desire to add it to her meal, and it made Chance quite satisfied when he finished.
"Is there a context behind that question?" he asked her, tossing a quick smile in her direction as Chance finished ladling curry onto his own dish. He picked up one, passed it to Claude, and then hopped up onto the counter to eat, swinging his less back and forth. "Do you mean why or how do I smile when everyone tells me that being here sucks or something?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 7:40 pm
"I bet it's a pineapple." She deadpanned right back at him. Of course though, the obvious answer was something star related. When Chance hopped up onto the counter, Claude took her spoon and plated and hopped up onto the counter across from him. It made conversing easier. She did not swing her feet, and instead crossed her ankles, holding the plate up with one hand and holding her spoon with the other. She gave a thoughtful hum. "Why, I suppose...but also how. Not in regards to everyone saying how shitty it is here, though." She scooped a spoonful. "Just the thought of smiling is tiring." For her, anyways. Just one of the few reasons she rarely did so. She then took her first bite of the curry, and was silent for a long moment, finishing it before she sighed and uttered: "********. This is superb."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:02 pm
He pointed at the door to the kitchen.
"Out with your sass, ma'am."
The curry tasted much better than he had anticipated, not to pat his own back or anything. Chance gave a satisfied smirk to Claude across from him, still swinging his legs as he took another swallow.
"Yes, thank you," he said airily. "Glad to be of assistance to you."
He took another bite and contemplated Claude's question while he chewed. Really, he hadn't thought too much about his own facial expressions; there wasn't that much to actually think about, he just did what he did. Smiles came easily to him, as easy as talking, and he never had to think hard about it, or hard to maintain it.
"Dunno," Chance said with a shrug, eating another bite. "I suppose it's the only emotional thing I actually don't find tiring. Everything else - " He waved his spoon, making a face. " - everything else is too complicated, smiling is easy for me."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:52 pm
"No." One of her favorite words as of late. As she waited for Chance's answer, she just continued to eat, savoring every bite. She hadn't had curry in forever, and this was such a pleasant surprise and treat. She definitely wanted to return the favor one day, and cook something as well. While Lex was the culinary mastermind, she did have a few specialty dishes up her metaphorical sleeve she could make...Hm. She'd definitely start thinking about this. Ah, there it was again. Too complicated. She also thought that smiling wasn't straightforward, and in fact could be complicated. Smiles could hide a lot of things. Smiles could mean a lot of things. Of course, it also depended on the person. "Two questions." She murmured, twirling her spoon so that her ring and pinky held onto it while she raise her index and middle finger. "What is 'everything else'?" Because that was vague, and two, "Have you ever experienced complicated?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:08 pm
Chance's smirk grew a little more pronounced, because two questions almost universally turned into more than two, and he did actually enjoy answering them, for the most part. Claude had a knack for keeping most of them interesting and not pathetic, for which he was grateful.
"Everything else as in everything else," Chance said, eating another bite of curry before swallowing. "All the extraneous emotions that are much too complicated for my liking. People get angry or upset over the stupidest s**t, I don't care much for that."
He scooped up a piece of chicken and chewed slowly. "Once or twice," said Chance, a little dryly. "There was a time when the guy I slept with had a fiancee he hadn't told me about, and she was definitely not pleased. She came by, shrieking at me for stealing her man, and it was a whole nasty affair."
Chance snorted and shook his head. "He wasn't even that good in bed, either. So not worth the drama."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:38 pm
It was true. One question lead to one question and lead to another. Claude wasn't big on the whole 'twenty questions' game, unless it was with Lex, but she was finding it something she enjoyed 'playing' with Chance as well. If only because it also helped, very slowly, place pieces bit by bit. She nodded her head a bit here and there to indicate she was listening as she ate, and at the story, she couldn't help but give an amused snort. The mental image was just too amusing. Something verging on Jerry Springer s**t, and she could just see Chance in the middle of it being well... Chance. Smiles and all. Claude let the amusement pass, and some time to eat more curry, before she picked up with the conversation. "The one who cares the least holds the most power." She said, "Though it was a bother, for a time...you didn't really care." About the situation. About the people in it. "Have you ever cared?" She asked, looking up from her plate with a quirked brow.
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