... And then Ladon set everything on fire.

[rustigedraak]

Who: rustigedraak and occupants of house 15 and/or anyone nearby with a sense of smell.
What: Ladon's cooking. Oh God, I am so sorry.
Where: House 15, 4th floor kitchen.
When: Morning.
Warnings: Ladon has a potty mouth and he eats charcoal. Also, reply in whichever format you want to log in, I'll match.

Comments

[recluserose]

[What. What was that horrible smell coming from the floors above Amelia? It's enough that she was taken away from home, but now she had to deal with a housemate that was presenting themselves as a fire hazard?]

[So of course she marches up (as opposed to using magic) to confront the offender]

Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!

[recluserose]

... Upchucking? [Is this how kids talk these days she's very behind.]

[rustigedraak]

It ain't burnt, I can't digest it. What can't go down must come up, yeah?

[ Ladon is so terribly classy. ]

[recluserose]

... [You know what, no more being vague and dodging the subject. For god's sake they were kidnapped from different places and that was strange enough already. And really that feeling is BUGGING her.]

I have a feeling you're not very human.

[rustigedraak]

[ It takes all the willpower he's built up by living with humans for over a decade to not let his body language show that he registers that as a threat.

Instead he just gives her a surprised and kind of hurt look. ] Ouch. Dunno what I did t'deserve that.

[recluserose]

Look. You be honest with me and I'll be honest with you. There's enough mystery about this whole place already. It would be nice if I had some certainty with the people I interact with.

[rustigedraak]

Don't gotta be so blunt 'bout things, doll, even if you don't like me. [ Still hurt! Oh my feelings! ] Can't help what I gotta do to survive.

[recluserose]

[She raises an eyebrow at being called 'doll.' Geez.]

So you aren't huh? And I never said I didn't like you. It's still too early to make my judgment.

You're a bit off-putting so far, but nowhere near unlikeable.

[rustigedraak]

Don't get called inhuman every day. [ He noms at his pancakes more, avoiding eye contact. ] Not since I quit the mob, an' 'specially not just 'cuz I got a strange stomach.

But I'll take that not unlikeable part as a compliment, yeah?

[recluserose]

Hm. [She fiddles with her glasses before replying.] I'll introduce myself again then.

I'm Amelia Steinbeck and I'm a witch. [This is okay to say for now since he's non-human. :|a]

[rustigedraak]

[ Still not admitting to it. ] Witch, huh? S'a religion thing or a practice thing?

[recluserose]

[Gah, what is dealing with people]

More of the latter than the former.

[rustigedraak]

How 'bout that. [ He finishes with his meal and immediately starts cleaning up after himself, washing the dishes and utensils. ] S'a witch do, then?

[recluserose]

Practice magic.

[She eyes the dirty dishes.] Need help with those?

[rustigedraak]

What kind? [ Still scrubbing away, he shakes his head. ] Got it. Thanks.

[recluserose]

Let's just say I have little limitations. Like getting the dishes cleaned in an instant.

But you said so yourself, you can handle it.