[Fic] Another Day at Horizon Academy - Ch. 3
Hey look! Another chapter! And yeah, back to teasing Elef. He said goodbye to his dignity a while ago.
Title: Another Day at Horizon Academy
Fandom: Sound Horizon
Rating: K+ - T
Summary: Horizon Academy is a prestigious educational facility where many unique characters from around the world gather. Follow Revo as he uncovers the quirks and secrets of his fellow classmates.
Disclaimer: Uh, nope. Nada.
Spices are essential to Spanish cooking--at least by what Shaytan says. Revo can understand that much. After all, the Spanish people are a lively, fiery and passionate group. It would only be natural that their food would personify that spirit. The first time the boy tried Spanish food, he was taken aback by the sudden burst of wild colors in his mouth. His tongue practically steamed and it was only the first spoonful.
Shaytan, at first glance, is a particularly intimidating-looking individual. His piercing eyes, towering figure and long, curly red mane give the impression of the third-year as being born straight from the fires of the Underworld--a demon in his own right. However, his appearance contradicts his true personality: a spicy-food-loving, loyal, somewhat-brash student who never fails to follow his schedule when it comes to three-o'-clock. Unless you make him angry; then all those first-impressions follow you straight to the grave (while not literally, his rage is frightening as to be considered "close enough").
"Damn, man, it’s burning like Hell in here!"
Revo and Elef were over at Shaytan’s house for a project. It had been getting late in the afternoon, thus the two were invited to stay over for dinner. Shaytan, being the only one home at the time, was making their meal-and as Elef stated, it really showed. The two watched from the kitchen doorway as their classmate retrieved different spice bottles from the pantry.
"Can’t handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen." The third year said, quoting the famous cooking proverb. Shaytan had the meat into an egg wash before covering with a mix of bread crumbs, paprika, pepper flakes and salt. He seems really good at this, Revo mentally noted.
"I can handle it; I’m just sayin'." Their Greek friend clarified, "Looks good, though."
"Thanks. I still need to make chocolate profiteroles since Layla’s coming." Shaytan explained, putting the coated meat onto the frying pan, "I have no idea how, but she just got addicted to them out of nowhere."
"Oh, I know how to make that! Hiver taught me how!" Revo piped up, "Want me to get started while you finish up on that?"
"Yeah, that’d be awesome. Dessert stuff's in that cabinet and the flour’s down there." Revo was more than delighted to help in making sweets; Elef, mildly curious, offered to lend a hand in these chocolate-covered spheres of apparent deliciousness. After Shaytan had covered the lid on the pots and pans containing the main course, he washed his hands and proceeded to help his friends.
"Hm..." The Spanish boy glanced at his two classmates while spreading flour over the counter to put the dough on. In a rare moment of mischievousness, he glanced at Revo to see if the Japanese second year would approve of this course of action. The gleam in his eyes was all the approval Shaytan needed before the handful of flour he was holding was playfully tossed at Elef’s oddly dual-colored hair--
"Oh no, you didn't."
"...Oh shit."
--and that was all it took for the kitchen to be exploding with white culinary powder.
Half an hour later, Shaytan’s parents and Layla came home to find three Academy boys covered in flour and chocolate syrup, with an unfinished project lying on the dining room table.
Title: Another Day at Horizon Academy
Fandom: Sound Horizon
Rating: K+ - T
Summary: Horizon Academy is a prestigious educational facility where many unique characters from around the world gather. Follow Revo as he uncovers the quirks and secrets of his fellow classmates.
Disclaimer: Uh, nope. Nada.
Spices are essential to Spanish cooking--at least by what Shaytan says. Revo can understand that much. After all, the Spanish people are a lively, fiery and passionate group. It would only be natural that their food would personify that spirit. The first time the boy tried Spanish food, he was taken aback by the sudden burst of wild colors in his mouth. His tongue practically steamed and it was only the first spoonful.
Shaytan, at first glance, is a particularly intimidating-looking individual. His piercing eyes, towering figure and long, curly red mane give the impression of the third-year as being born straight from the fires of the Underworld--a demon in his own right. However, his appearance contradicts his true personality: a spicy-food-loving, loyal, somewhat-brash student who never fails to follow his schedule when it comes to three-o'-clock. Unless you make him angry; then all those first-impressions follow you straight to the grave (while not literally, his rage is frightening as to be considered "close enough").
"Damn, man, it’s burning like Hell in here!"
Revo and Elef were over at Shaytan’s house for a project. It had been getting late in the afternoon, thus the two were invited to stay over for dinner. Shaytan, being the only one home at the time, was making their meal-and as Elef stated, it really showed. The two watched from the kitchen doorway as their classmate retrieved different spice bottles from the pantry.
"Can’t handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen." The third year said, quoting the famous cooking proverb. Shaytan had the meat into an egg wash before covering with a mix of bread crumbs, paprika, pepper flakes and salt. He seems really good at this, Revo mentally noted.
"I can handle it; I’m just sayin'." Their Greek friend clarified, "Looks good, though."
"Thanks. I still need to make chocolate profiteroles since Layla’s coming." Shaytan explained, putting the coated meat onto the frying pan, "I have no idea how, but she just got addicted to them out of nowhere."
"Oh, I know how to make that! Hiver taught me how!" Revo piped up, "Want me to get started while you finish up on that?"
"Yeah, that’d be awesome. Dessert stuff's in that cabinet and the flour’s down there." Revo was more than delighted to help in making sweets; Elef, mildly curious, offered to lend a hand in these chocolate-covered spheres of apparent deliciousness. After Shaytan had covered the lid on the pots and pans containing the main course, he washed his hands and proceeded to help his friends.
"Hm..." The Spanish boy glanced at his two classmates while spreading flour over the counter to put the dough on. In a rare moment of mischievousness, he glanced at Revo to see if the Japanese second year would approve of this course of action. The gleam in his eyes was all the approval Shaytan needed before the handful of flour he was holding was playfully tossed at Elef’s oddly dual-colored hair--
"Oh no, you didn't."
"...Oh shit."
--and that was all it took for the kitchen to be exploding with white culinary powder.
Half an hour later, Shaytan’s parents and Layla came home to find three Academy boys covered in flour and chocolate syrup, with an unfinished project lying on the dining room table.