[now here's a weird sight. Kanda, walking around with a wok in his hand. and there's meat and bell peppers still sizzling in it.
even weirder, maybe? his hair is pinned up in a bun using various chopsticks.
and he's wearing an apron.]
..Where is that damn kitchen?
[he also smells like soy sauce, sesame oil, and other kitchen-y smells, but that'
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Lost it, kitchen-knife?
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Clearly.
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There's probably one behind the door behind me, or five more down the hall.
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I'll take a look. [heading past the Kittyki to see if that really is a kitchen. and if it is, he's heading straight for the stove.]
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Shifting in the doorway to turn and watch. You're...a very odd-oddity.]
Not even going to growl at me, kitchen-knife?
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glances over his shoulder, stirring at the food.
deadpan. growls.]
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....] Ha. Ha. [You're not any fun.] Where'd your anger spark go?
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shrugs.] On vacation.
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So unlike you, kitchen-knife. Not even observant of your surroundings or company.
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Observing is one thing. Reacting is another. [shuts off the stove, tossing the contents a few times before setting the wok back down to look for a plate.]
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All reacted out? [Usually he gets at least one for his extra appendages.]
Cupboard near the sink.
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There's really no point. And I'm not sure whether your ears look ridiculous, hilarious, or just... [waves vaguely. you get the idea.
moving to the cupboard, then. plates!]
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I do believe you're broken. [Have a poke in the cheek. Because somehow he suddenly crossed the space with Noah-magic. Or DR-magic.]
Maybe there's a restart button...
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have a more familiar scowl, then? and swatting at the hand with a plate.]
If there is, that certainly isn't it.
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What about that one?
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