Ban rolls his eyes and starts to cook orders that come through.
"Why thank you." he smiles, kissing their cheek
Efflore continues moving about, giving orders and delivering finished meals
Quinn hums, tail flitting happily
"whens the rush end?"
"alright...whaddya wanna do?"
He pauses, taking a second to breath before responding, "Well currently we're not getting new orders, just making sure everyone has their food. So pretty much after that" He grins
He smiles, "Well that's a second question. Do you want the teasing answer or my actual one?"
"Nice..."
"both." he says with a smirk
Efflore smiles and gets back to delivering
Quinn smiles, "Answer 1, you." He says, poking their cheek, "Answer 2, maybe lunch?"
Ban starts to tidy up the kitchen a bit, frowning at the mess.
"I..uh...ok. Lunch sounds good. What are ya thinking to eat?"
After a few minutes efflore comes back and stretches, "Alright, all clear"
"Hmmm, oooo I like eggs!" He grins
The kitchen is spotless. ban is wiping his hands on a rag. "Oh good."
"I can cook some up here."
"Yep, ya did good. Thanks for helping g."
He lets out a small cheer, bouncing lightly for a moment before hopping off to let him cook
He nods, devouring it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Yep, ya did good. Thanks for helping g."
He lets out a small cheer, bouncing lightly for a moment before hopping off to let him cook
*Here if you want to.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Thanks. It took a lot outta me though.."
Korh chuckles and gets to cooking. A few minutes later he sets down a done plate. "All done mate!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Wow. Did you know that crepe comes from the Latin crispus, which means ‘having curly hair’?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Really?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Yeah. Well, it could also just mean ‘curly’, but that’s what it means when it’s a proper name.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well how about I buy you a drink for the trouble?" He offers
Quinn swoops in, sitting cross-legged, "Wow... looks delicious!"
"interesting."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That'd be nice."
"Thanks." he says, handing over the plate.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So, uh… what would you like to do?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Dunno. Up to you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh no. We’re caught in a loop of indecision.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"uh oh..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well we can head to the bar whenever you'd like" He smiles, leaning on the counter
Quinn hums, eating happily
"I'm good to go now." he says, a smile on his lips
Korh leans back against a rock, closing his eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Welp. Guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"whaddya mean?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles, heading to the bar
After a couple minutes, Quinn sits down beside him, leaning on him