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Ochako Uraraka | Red | #E07CA0

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i'm not laughing!


not a lot, anyway!!!
you should have just put it in a pot or something.
where are you keeping it now?

[Somewhere humane, right?]

[pursestrings]

yeah yeah laugh it up giggles
i don't carry a pot around
it's in one NOW....a crappy one i found in an empty house

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sorry, but it IS funny. you could have just asked me to make it float!
so are you going to keep it? like a pet?
it's not a half plant, half cat but i still think it's pretty!!

[pursestrings]

ok next time nanjo comes at me with seafood i'll call u
& a pet lobster????
more like pet dinner

[thriftea]

you're going to COOK IT?

[pursestrings]

yeah
cmon this is a normal thing to do w/ lobsters

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but it's blue!!
it's sad to kill something so bright when everything else is so grey!

[pursestrings]

[Maybe Ochako should be the one writing poems at 2am... that's deep.]

well nanjo's got like 50 more.....ur not gonna get mad r u

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[Excuse her for caring about the first colorful creature she's seen here!]

no...
it's yours, so you can do whatever you want with it. and it's kind of like a fish.
but i'm keeping mine alive as long as i can!

[pursestrings]

[There are so many lobsters, Ochako!!]

aight i won't eat any seafood in front of ur weird pet
hey
u know how they cook lobsters right

[This is not a genuine question... this is the smug, boil-'em-in-a-pot fake question.]

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[This one was given to her! Also, why are you making her think about this.]

no?
i've never cooked one. they're too expensive.




you're not going to do anything MEAN to it, right?

[pursestrings]

nah no way
but u can't tell me cooking stuff in a pot is the idiot way anymore

[He's like, 80% on this boiling thing. Probably?]

that's what my friend's mom did once when i was over anyway

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[Surely that's not... what she thinks...]

but it was already dead then
right?

[pursestrings]

i think so
like a min before yeah

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｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡
can we talk about potatoes again? or something happy!

[pursestrings]

well i got about 200 damn potatoes
u want potatoes & lobster? i got time



& 200 damn potatoes

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really?
you'll cook for me?

[Give her a minute to process this. No one has offered to cook for her before? Why is he such a good person??]

i mean, sure! that sounds fun!
i'll TRY the lobster. maybe.
and i can bring the rest of my oranges for dessert!

[pursestrings]

[Secrets revealed: local boy was never actually tough at all!! Or: Okuyasu takes a minute to realize that, yes, he did just offer to cook for her, and now he has to competently cook a lobster.

@god: have mercy]

yeah sure
don't come over til the lobster's cooked or ur gonna have to see it

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[Whatever, Okuyasu. Ochako is way too pumped about a zero-effort meal to heed that warning; she only spends a few minutes dilly-dallying around her house before she gathers up the rest of her oranges and zooms right over to Bluo. Is she slightly worried about how this meal is going to taste? Well, yeah. Is she still excited to eat something that someone was thoughtful enough to make for her? Absolutely.

And so, not too long after he sent his message, she's once again knocking on his front door. It's a bit difficult to do with an armful of fruit, but she's managing, thank you. She's also keeping a close watch on her surroundings just in case he decides to sneak up on her again. He ain't slick.]

[pursestrings]

[Cause of death: Ochako's enthusiasm?!? Okuyasu assumes she's going to heed his very good warning and not show up to watch him drop a lobster into a pot, but even if she did wait more than a few minutes, there's the arduous task of willing the shitty stove in this house to accept a spark (he is not entirely sure if this is a proper stove fire or if he just set fire to an appliance, whatever) and actually boiling water in his cruddy pot...

He answers the door with an armful of purple potatoes, giving her a look. At least he's not mysteriously outside??]

Hey? You didn't read what I said, huh.

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[Wow, look at that—they match. Ochako glances at his pile of potatoes, the corners of her lips curling upward into an amused smile, before shifting her attention back up to him.]

I did, but I thought that you might want some help. I can peel the potatoes, or cut them, or do whatever you need me to so. Just say the word!

[So maybe this isn't a zero-effort meal, but she would feel terrible if she didn't offer her assistance. Plus the lobster is surely dead by now? Right?]

[pursestrings]

[It's time to learn to juggle - no, Okuyasu just shrugs with only a little potato-based difficulty and steps aside to let her in. Come here, fruit girl...]

Well, lemme put 'em down first... Uh, somewhere. [The table?! He felt a lot more competent at this until she came in to witness his (likely) folly. Don't look in any pots for any lobsters, as an aside, as he plunks all these potatoes down on a kitchen table that may have gotten its ass kicked before someone fixed it. It's fine.]

Hope you like boiled everything, 'cause it's happening.

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[Once they're in the kitchen, Ochako is far too focused on neatly stacking her oranges to notice any suspicious pots. Soon there is a nifty fruit pyramid towering over his pile of potatoes, because hey, guess what? There's a proper way to deal with a beaucoup of produce. Let her just... silently lean over and grab a few spuds that are too close to the edge.]

I don't mind! If that's how you want to do it, then I'm sure everything will taste fine. [Like she's going to tell him to switch things up when he's cooking for her. Pfft. Instead, she reaches up to tie her hair back out of the way.] So what do you want me to do? Peel them? Cut them? Either way, I need a knife, please. Oh, and a bowl!

[It's time to get serious!!]

[pursestrings]

[His potato organizing is flawless-- he doesn't actually notice her changing anything, distracted instead by finding a knife and a bowl... The bowl is a little, hmm, usable but not great? But the knife is suspiciously shiny, almost like someone with eerily specific precision literally peeled the rust off using a magic hand. Tada!!

--ah, ponytail, so serious... obviously hair is the biggest seriousness indicator, this is what he actually believes. But okay here is the stuff, he's got it, what do you do with potatoes besides wait for someone else to turn them into fries??]

Cut 'em? [aaaa what would tonio do aaa] Just in case they're weird inside, for the first one.

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[Wow, what a nice-looking knife? It gets an admiring look before she puts it right to use on the first tater. He may want fries, but since he's going to boil them she assumes that he wants them diced. That's how it works for curry, anyway, so if wants them cut a different way he'd better speak up...]

They look fine! But... do you think these are going to taste normal? [A pause as she studies the potato, and then she has to giggle.] What if they make our mouths purple?