Polywater Cafe - Gathering Post
The cafe was bustling, loud with laughter and the sound of clanking plates, silverware and glasses. People were enjoying themselves, maybe a bit too much, but no one looked annoyed at the noise. In fact, the person who was currently in charge of the place, was probably one of the loudest. Toorop was cooking up a storm in the kitchen, turning out dish after dish, food that hadn't even been ordered, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.
His voice, rough, low and oddly appealing was booming out of the kitchen as he sang loudly in Russian, flailing his arm as he did, as though directing a choir that only he could hear. There was a spoon in that hand, and the chili on the end of it was splattering a bit.
"Polyushko, polye, polyushko shiroko, polye..." he sang, although not many people could understand him, "Yedut, ey, po polyu gyeroyi, ey, da ruskoi armiyi gyeroyi."
[ooc: Toorop is cheerful and happy to be interrupted in the kitchen. Gathering style! Have fun!]
His voice, rough, low and oddly appealing was booming out of the kitchen as he sang loudly in Russian, flailing his arm as he did, as though directing a choir that only he could hear. There was a spoon in that hand, and the chili on the end of it was splattering a bit.
"Polyushko, polye, polyushko shiroko, polye..." he sang, although not many people could understand him, "Yedut, ey, po polyu gyeroyi, ey, da ruskoi armiyi gyeroyi."
[ooc: Toorop is cheerful and happy to be interrupted in the kitchen. Gathering style! Have fun!]