vatheon | THE MUSE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT.

Who: Kanji Tatsumi and YOU.
Where: Cozi Corner restaurant.
When: Right now. About 10 minutes after he woke up from hiatus-induced sleep.
Style: [ Action! ], but if you're more comfortable with prose, I'm cool with that too.
Status: Open like his bathhouse, man.

[ Upon awakening from one of the most comfortable slumbers he had ever had in his entire life, Kanji realized two things. First, his room stank something similar to moth balls stuffed in closets that were already centuries old to begin with. Second, his stomach growled like you wouldn't believe; it even shocked poor old Kanji.

He was almost ready to admit that he simply had a metabolism faster than he was aware of. And that his thirty minute power nap used up all of his three-course meal's stored energy. He was almost ready to admit that.

But then, Kanji saw his SFC, and the current date that it flashed on its little screen. ]

[ After a few healthy, and unexpectedly original!, shouts and curses into the air, Kanji also realized his roommates were not around, and the kitchen was empty. ]

[ Hence, dear passerby, this image of Kanji currently sitting alone inside Cozi Corner, three piles of plates and bowls speedily increasing in height next to him. His gaze is fixed on his food, which kept on coming from the kitchen like an assembly line. The chef glances outside his work station once in a while, looking frighteningly worried. Still, he continues to serve Kanji's orders. Speaking of... ]

[ The ~~boy~~ man in question wipes his mouth with his forearm and burps slightly, before dropping the once pristine white bowl on top of the second pile of dirty dishes. It may or may not have been the home to the largest order for chicken curry. He exhales heavily and waves towards the kitchen. ]

Yo! Can I get an extra order for pot stickers, Chinese shrimp and leek fried rice, miso soup, and barbequed pork meat buns?

[ He pauses. ]

Oh, and uhh, add five more orders of egg rolls! A-And crispy noodles, if you still have 'em!

[ Kanji rubs his hands together, then chugs down a cold soda. He grins as soon as he finishes his cup. ] Phew! See, stupid-cursed-bubble-city? You make me fall asleep for nearly two months and you unleash the beast! Damn, I. am. starving! C'mon, chef! BRING IT ON!

[ In his excitement, Kanji bangs his fists heavily against the table, making it wobble violently. The piles of dishes next to him end up dangerously close to the edge, but otherwise stay still. Hooboy.

WHO WANTS TO JOIN HIM FEAST? HE HAS THE BEST TABLE MANNERS, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. ]

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[ He doesn't mind, go on and eat. The whole kitchen is still cooking up a storm for him, so it's cool. He's silent again, trying to process the whole thing. I mean, it's not everyday you eat with people who were soldiers, basically deprived of all things good and holy in what is the blessing Kanji likes to call chowtime. He picks up his chopsticks and, with a swift and skilled hand, steals some of the pot stickers from underneath Cielo and Serph's nose. He grins and eats it, before speaking again.

Also, when he speaks, he's not exactly done chewing yet, so sorry about the lack of manners, again. ]

Huh. W-Well, you guys didn't complain about it? Or is complainin' not an option in boot camp?

[ Kanji swallows and starts looking for his chow mein. When he doesn't find it, he frowns and shouts for three orders. The staff behind him is in an uproar. ]

[What is table manners? It's not like these two are any better. Cielo doesn't mind Kanji taking some of the pot stickers - he's had his share and there's plenty of food to go around. How long that food will stick around is another story.]

Boot camp?

[He's not familiar with the term. Cielo takes a gulp of tea.

He reaches for more food, but he's eating slower now. There's still a bunch of things he hasn't tried yet!

As for complaining, there was the fact that he wasn't even aware that food could have a taste, much less a good one. Who would they complain to anyway? The vendor? You can't exactly complain to a podium.]

[asdf;lkj he was about to eat that pot sticker! ...Eh, he'll just take the one left behind. It's nice of this guy to order food for them, too. A true eating buddy.

But Serph tilts his head, even as he reaches for a plate of sashimi; he doesn't know what boot camp is either. Is that a place where you store shoes?]

[ SOCIAL LINK GO -- i mean.

Kanji looks at them incredulously. They're soldiers, and they don't know what boot camp is? His shoulders slump. ]

The hell? You guys are from the military and you don't know boot camp? Are you two fuckin' around with me here? Where'd you go to train? Boot camp's where you get all drilled by big tough guys, climbin' up walls with wired spikes and crawlin' on your belly on mud in the rain!

[ Obviously, Kanji, these two are not the kind of soldiers you think they are. Stop watching so much TV, gosh. ]

[Cielo munches on a beef dumpling thoughtfully. (Still telling himself to eat slowly: both to enjoy the taste and because he wants to avoid the dreaded stomach ache) That's what boot camp is? There's nothing like that where they come from. In fact, that sounds kind of silly. Why would you train by crawling through mud?]

There's nothing like that where we come from. The Tribe grows stronger by teaching and helping each other.

[Training involved a lot more than just helping someone learn how to fight better. There was also teaching new members how things were done in the Embryon, especially if they were from conquered Tribes.]

[Serph chews thoughtfully on his sashimi. Boot camp seems rather odd to him. Why would you climb a wall with wired spikes to train? Or crawl though mud? What does that achieve? Luckily, he swallows before speaking.]

There had been no time for a 'boot camp'; our training ground was the battlefield.

[And many do not survive it. Also...]

I have known how to fight from the first moment I remember.

[ He chugs down some green tea. Oh yeah. And shut up you two those were some legit military themed cartoons back in his day-- ]

Okay, okay, hold on. The Tribe? So you two are like...rogue soldiers, or somethin'? Man, are you guys even from Japan?

[Then your world has a weird idea on what military types do!]

Japan? No, we come from a different world than you, ja?

[Hmm, what hasn't he tried yet? Cielo spots some seafood and takes a modest amount for himself.]

It's called the Junkyard.

[Serph takes some eel for himself. It's pretty salty, but delicious nevertheless. He offers the plate of fried squid to the others.]

It's a land of endless rain and constant fighting.

THE MUSE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT.

It was ;; I'm still having nightmares about it. /someone hold me

/all of the holding

/group holding! ♥

/o-oh, this is what it's all about. my tears of joy, can you see it

Yes. They are lovely, beautiful tears

they look beautiful in my wine glass

salkgjdklhd HOW DARE YOU i trusted you two with my feelings!!!!!!!!!

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