Zwei - [Action + Voice]
[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.]
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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Hah... sorry. No more 'porting in the kitchen.
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Because I'm usually on the other side of the room by then. [And well, he's kind of used to it anyway.]
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So do you think I shouldn't do the pineapple? Maybe I should stick to jalapenos.
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Maybe we should rethink the anchovies and not the pineapples. [Or maybe both.] ... what kind of sauce is that?
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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.
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No, forget it. We can just go to a restaurant or something. At least everything's free.
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This isn't about the food, is it?
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Really?
You're not just faking it to make me feel better, are you?
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Of course not! I've been eating it, haven't I? [He stopped cowering behind Scott a long time ago!]
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[When she comes back up, she's smiling.]
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Just remember to follow my instruction carefully, mein frauleine.
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[She ceremoniously offers him the jar, bowing her head like an alter boy presenting a sacred tome]
The first ingredient, your Chefliness. And please refrain from getting fur in the pizza.
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For your information, I wear gloves. [And he doesn't shed! ... much.
He does start pouring that sauce into the saucepan though.]
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