[oo8] sustenance (backdated to early afternoon)
[the NV turns on and the view at first is only a hand as Doumeki sets the NV down on the counter, leaving a smudge of something pale against the screen. he glances down at the device impassively, his mouth set in a straight line, and glances back down at what he's doing with his hands.
the setting is a kitchen, and he's molding a soft white substance into smallish cylinders. there is a plate with flour, a shallow pan with crumbs, and a bowl with something else in it. he moves without real attention, rolling the white substance in flour and dipping it in the bowl, then rolling it in the crumbs. he pauses for a moment, glancing down at what he's holding and then back to the NV - anyone Japanese may notice that he's making croquettes/korokke]
It's been nine months since I left home, and I've gotten good at this sort of thing.
[he frowns slightly, glancing to the side]
Has everyone settled in here, or are there still people trying to find a way home? Has anyone made progress? I'm getting tired of this place.
[there's a long pause, and he drops the formed bit of food into a pan of oil to the side, shaking his hand slightly as the oil backsplashes - it happens every time, but he doesn't bother to use tongs]
I thought I would learn to make these for my birthay, but I can't eat them all. Is anyone hungry?
the setting is a kitchen, and he's molding a soft white substance into smallish cylinders. there is a plate with flour, a shallow pan with crumbs, and a bowl with something else in it. he moves without real attention, rolling the white substance in flour and dipping it in the bowl, then rolling it in the crumbs. he pauses for a moment, glancing down at what he's holding and then back to the NV - anyone Japanese may notice that he's making croquettes/korokke]
It's been nine months since I left home, and I've gotten good at this sort of thing.
[he frowns slightly, glancing to the side]
Has everyone settled in here, or are there still people trying to find a way home? Has anyone made progress? I'm getting tired of this place.
[there's a long pause, and he drops the formed bit of food into a pan of oil to the side, shaking his hand slightly as the oil backsplashes - it happens every time, but he doesn't bother to use tongs]
I thought I would learn to make these for my birthay, but I can't eat them all. Is anyone hungry?