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Ochako Uraraka | Red | #E07CA0

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[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?

[pursestrings]

[Yeah it's cool huh, what a handy ability he definitely mentioned... instead of forgetting about... He doesn't know how to make friends, anyway, so her diced potatoes get a forlorn look for their collective fry ignorance before he goes back to doing mysterious things by the stove. Definitely not killing a lobster. Nope.]

Then we're gonna have purple mouths for a while, because again, I got like two hundred of these little bastards. [He wiggles the hilt of another knife at the potato crate now pushed into a corner, for emphasis. So many!!] And 'cause they're gonna taste like food. Probably.

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[She pulls an exaggerated face of disgust as she continues carving up the potatoes, because purple tongues? Gross. ...But also hilarious, and that's why she's secretly hoping the colorful vegetables really do work that way. Iida would be so weirded out!]

I guess it's worth the risk. As long as they taste good, then I don't care if I turn completely purple. [That's not even an exaggeration. Dumping the potato pieces into the bowl, she looks back his way.] You have salt, right?

[Please don't be doing anything mean right now...]

[pursestrings]

[He's not doing anything mean at all... he's just doing something mysterious over here, with his back to her, while she can't see. There's a completely innocent noise of Okuyasu moving something, then putting a lid on the pot on the stove, then looking over his shoulder.]

Uh, probably, I think. [you'll never guess what he tried to do to salt water that super didn't work....] I got plenty of salty water, but I keep it in the canal.

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[Bless him for being so freakin' wide. There's no chance of her trying to peek around him, and thus no tears will be shed this day.]

Hmm. I wonder if Momo knows how to build something for catching salt... [She turns back to her task, humming quietly to herself as she picks up the pace.] If you're using that water to cook with, though, then the potatoes should turn out just fine. I don't think they'll be too salty.

[Is that picky? It sounds picky, and she instantly feels guilty. That's the trouble with being 100% kind-hearted...]

B-But it's not like I'm trying to tell you how to do things! You're in charge!

[pursestrings]

Catching salt? [He is... incredulous, what the fuck does that mean?? Science is a complete mystery to him. He needs another pot, though, so allow him to go scour every single cabinet in this kitchen for another one.

If that's picky, he doesn't seem to mind... or... notice? Maybe? He's busy squatting by this cabinet on the floor which he has also stuck his head inside.]

I got that water, [he waves blindly behind him at the stove,] from the well, and that looks almost normal now. Where's the goddamn—oh, never mind...

[Pot: secured. Now he finally comes out of the cabinet.] You're probably right, anyway. Not like I'm not a professional chef, or anything.