RP: Lousiana Boys

[kudzu_emory]

Date: January 31, 2011
Characters: Kudzu Emory, Chris Pho
Location: Central Market Grocery Store
Status: Public
Summary: A supermarket run in
Completion: Incomplete

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[chris_pho]

Monday was Chris' only day off. He only took it because he thought Alex might not agree to him never having a day off. Fortunately, Alex worked even harder than Chris did when it came to Angel Abbey, so there had been no discussions about the amount of hours Chris worked the other six days of the week. Alex paid close attention to everything happening in Angel Abbey, but Chris was very good at blending into the background, so he didn't foresee it ever becoming a problem

[kudzu_emory]

Kudzu looked up, startled and then let out short, hard breath.

"Du rien." He said quickly in his surprise, then caught himself. He'd worked hard to eliminate the Cajun from his accent and vocabulary, aware that most people heard it as a lack of education. Though a lot of the people he knew that sounded the most Cajun were sometimes the smartest. "It's no problem, really. I wasn't watching where I was going."

[chris_pho]

Chris looked away from the sirloins to stare at the rather unkempt man his cart had hit. He sounded like home. "Where you from?" Chris asked, letting his natural accent slip through. He had good control of it usually, since he preferred not to have people ask him silly questions just because he wasn't from Texas, but he hadn't had the familiarity this man reminded him of in too long. Cajun had been all around him, so it had been natural to pick up some of the dialect.

"Making groceries?" He nodded at the guy's cart and waited to see if he got a confused look or an expression of recognition. "Dey got some good shrimp on sale today."

[kudzu_emory]

A grin spread wide over Kudzu's face. Last thing he expected was to hear that accent and eased his homesickness a fraction.

"Loreauville. Spit town an hour outside N'awlins. You?" He drawled. "Mais oui, I can't cook 'em worth a damn. Every time I do, hear my auntie tellin' me how to do it better."

[chris_pho]

After paying for his groceries, Chris pushed the cart out to his car. "I'll give you the address and directions in case we get separated along the way," Chris said, opening the car and getting his planner from the passenger seat. He drew out a quick map and carefully wrote his address in block letters before handing the paper to Kudzu. "It's a duplex, but the neighboring side is empty right now, so I don't have to share the driveway until it is rented again

[kudzu_emory]

Kudzu listened to the direction carefully and took the map, before climbing up into the cab of his truck. He laid the directions out on the passenger seat, but found he didn't need them. Chris was easy to follow and he let his mind wander as he went. He should be panicking really, but there was something so straightforward about Chris that it was hard to find something to be anxious about.

Climbing down, Kudzu greeted Chris with a nod.

"Oh, no problem." He smiled and easily hoisted the bags out of the car. "Nice place."

[chris_pho]

"It's adequate," Chris said. "The kitchen is too small, and the neighbors always seem to be an endless stream of college students who smell of beer, sex, or urine whenever our paths cross, which is rarely, fortunately. I hold out hope that the next renter will be more tolerable."

He carried the bags inside and motioned for Kudzu to put the ones he was carrying on the table. Since he was rarely ever home, the decor was minimal. There was a sofa and a chair, the table, and more appliances that he could properly store in the kitchen.

"If you'd like to sit, I'll put things away then I'll show you the fastest way to peel the shrimp and remove the veins. I will attempt to go slower to better instruct you, but I used to do this professionally, so I am used to doing it quickly."

[kudzu_emory]

"Sounds like my complex." He snorted. "'cept it's not high school students. Sadder when it's grown men and women."

Kudzu set the bags down and took a seat at the table as directed, tucking one leg under the other. He looked around the place and was surprised to find it nearly as bare as Peter's place had been. As his own was. Guess there were a lot of people who just couldn't quite settle down in this world.

"I can follow. Used to help my Auntie Rose run her cafe and you can bet she didn't have time to slow it down for me when there was something new to learn. You're a chef?" He asked. That made sense.