bamfing | Zwei - [Action + Voice]

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[Kurt was on his way home from today's Brigade meeting, when he decided to opt for the shortcut home, teleporting to the top of building seven, appearing on the edge in a crouched position. or at least, that was the plan, until a surprised flaming mutant turkey suddenly lunged at him from nowhere.

This is surprising enough that he slips and falls off the building. Fortunately he quickly teleports the rest of the distance to the ground, landing with a thud on his back and his journal slipping out of his grip and opening up. For a moment, he stares up in shock at whatever that was until a moment later, it jumps down AFTER HIM and leans over him, inspecting the strange disappearing human.]

H-hey! Nice turkey! Trust me, you don't want to eat me, the fuzzy one doesn't taste so good, yeah?

[Anyone's free to see the events above unfold, or just find him afterward hanging out with the strange turkey outside of Building 7 until (or even after) Sapphire shows up to reclaim her Pokemon.]

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Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sure pineapple and anchovies will be great. Maybe I could help out too, yeah? I used to help my mother cook back home. [There wasn't much else he could do, after all.]

You did? [Sigh.] I mean, I guess that could be fun.

[He'll try not to show her up. Just... salvage the meal at some key ingredient choices.]

Just let me find who owns this Pokemon and I'll be back at the apartment, okay?

[She'd appreciate it, really.]

Okay. I'll wait until you come back, then.

[And so, after ditching Sapphire and her murderbeasts, Kurt will be back later. On the top of the refrigerator with a sudden bamf. Now... where is Kitty?]

[She's just walking into the kitchen at the sound of that bamf.]

Any luck finding them?

[At least he didn't surprise her. ~~Which takes away some of the fun.~~]

Yeah, it belonged to one of the kids I met on my first day. So... Pokemon are definitely real. At least here.

[She knew you were coming and she heard you before she saw you. Fail. Better luck next time, you fuzzy blue meanie.]

If I was still in third grade, I'd be going crazy.

[Next time he'll just have to put a bat tracker on her, so he knows exactly when to appear in front of her.]

I don't know, in real life, they're still pretty cool. [Besides, once they get to college, Pokemon will be huge.]

[Isn't that a comforting thought.]

If you say so.

[She heads to the fridge and opens it, taking out the ingredients she'd grabbed from the grocery and putting them on the counter.]

I hope pre-made crust is okay.

[When she goes for the fridge, he teleports to the other side of the kitchen. You know, to be polite.]

Oh sure. I'm pretty hungry, the sooner we get done, the better.

[RUDE. She fans the air by her face with an irritated expression.]

Kurt! If this tastes like sulfur it's totally your fault.

[... oops. He always forgets about that.]

Hah... sorry. No more 'porting in the kitchen.

Seriously, how can you not smell that? It fills up the whole room.

[He offers up a small shrug.]

Because I'm usually on the other side of the room by then. [And well, he's kind of used to it anyway.]

[Whatever. She grabs a jar of spaghetti sauce out of the cupboard, 'cause that's the same thing, right?]

So do you think I shouldn't do the pineapple? Maybe I should stick to jalapenos.

[Kurt tries peering at the label. Wait... that doesn't seem right.]

Maybe we should rethink the anchovies and not the pineapples. [Or maybe both.] ... what kind of sauce is that?

Um, tomato? [She holds it up for him to see.]

... that's spaghetti sauce. I'm pretty sure that won't work.

Well, it's all made out of tomatoes, right? How different could it be?

Yeah, but it's way too runny. All we'll get is soggy crust with that. Do we have any other sauce?

No, that's it. I just thought it looked good, I guess. [She's looking less and less cheerful by the minute.]

[... maybe he should have just let her cooked it and he could have forced himself to eat it. He looks forlornly at the cat of sauce for a moment... before he gets an idea.]

Well, if it's too runny, we just have to make it thicker, yeah? Maybe we can just... let it simmer while we get everything else ready.

[She puts the jar down on the counter.]

No, forget it. We can just go to a restaurant or something. At least everything's free.

[His shoulders slump at that.]

This isn't about the food, is it?

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