[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
[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.]
[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??]
[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?]
[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.
[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!
[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.
[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?
[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.
[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...]
[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.
[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!
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.
[Aaaand the last potato is done. She scoops the pieces into the bowl, looking up just in time to catch him stick his entire head into the cabinet—and then promptly turns her face away. No laughing allowed! Not after she was kind-of-sort-of rude.]
Maybe? [Hmm, the ceiling is so interesting!] I'm sure she can figure it out.
[Listening to him ramble on, she waits until he's found what he's looking for before directing her attention back to him. And... wow? That last line? As funny as it is to watch him crawl back out, her amused grin actually shrinks a bit.]
Don't say that. I'm positive that everything is going to taste great, and I really, really appreciate that you're cooking for me!
[She wasn't rude... surely not. She's clearly being super positive in his direction as usual, and that's better than giving him disapproving looks for his Wild Stunts in the woods, but it's just so much overwhelming positivity he needs a second to process it.
Hmm, yes, interesting.]
It's definitely gonna be the best thing you've had here so far! [See, because... yeah, jokes!! Anyway.] And we're friends, so...
[He shrugs, trailing off and busying himself with carrying this pot across the room. So, friendship bonding, obviously.]
[She only gives him disapproving looks because she cares about his well-being! And do you know what else she cares about? His self-esteem, because, like, this is definitely not the first time she's sent a wave of positivity his way only to watch him pause. It's a very Deku-like thing to do, honestly. It makes her think of the first few times she cheered her friend on, when he froze up because he couldn't believe someone was praising him instead of making fun of him. And who knows? It might not be the same way with Okuyasu, but after their family talk... hmm. Hmm. The similarities are there, and so she'll file this thought away for later consideration.
But once he's actually speaking, she focuses in on the best thing—that sweet, sweet confirmation of their friendship. It's not brand new information, of course, but hearing him just throw it out there is enough to make her beam.]
I know it will be! [And then, because she's just so pleased—] You're a good friend, Okuyasu. Being stuck in this place isn't the best, but I'm happy that I got to meet you!
[She's so nauseatingly nice. It hurts to write these comments sometimes tbh.]
[She's so sweet he could fucking cry... one day he might actually do just that, if the way his face screws up for a second is any indication, but he's even quicker than usual to hide that super embarrassing thing. She's not far off - people are decent to him these days, for sure, but somehow here in this screwed up fairy tale town he's met more people he can consider friends in a month than he has in his whole life...!
So he's gonna make Ochako some goddamn great lobster to prove some point about friendship. Yes!!]
Yeah, yeah... You don't gotta flatter me, I'm already making you dinner. [A joke... maybe he should go get some salty water before he weeps about friendship. Hmm.] You wanna chill here for a minute while I get more water?
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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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no?
i've never cooked one. they're too expensive.
you're not going to do anything MEAN to it, right?
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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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but it was already dead then
right?
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like a min before yeah
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can we talk about potatoes again? or something happy!
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u want potatoes & lobster? i got time
& 200 damn potatoes
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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!
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@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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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.]
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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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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?]
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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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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!!]
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--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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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?
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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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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...]
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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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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!
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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.
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Maybe? [Hmm, the ceiling is so interesting!] I'm sure she can figure it out.
[Listening to him ramble on, she waits until he's found what he's looking for before directing her attention back to him. And... wow? That last line? As funny as it is to watch him crawl back out, her amused grin actually shrinks a bit.]
Don't say that. I'm positive that everything is going to taste great, and I really, really appreciate that you're cooking for me!
[So honest. So genuine.]
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Hmm, yes, interesting.]
It's definitely gonna be the best thing you've had here so far! [See, because... yeah, jokes!! Anyway.] And we're friends, so...
[He shrugs, trailing off and busying himself with carrying this pot across the room. So, friendship bonding, obviously.]
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But once he's actually speaking, she focuses in on the best thing—that sweet, sweet confirmation of their friendship. It's not brand new information, of course, but hearing him just throw it out there is enough to make her beam.]
I know it will be! [And then, because she's just so pleased—] You're a good friend, Okuyasu. Being stuck in this place isn't the best, but I'm happy that I got to meet you!
[She's so nauseatingly nice. It hurts to write these comments sometimes tbh.]
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So he's gonna make Ochako some goddamn great lobster to prove some point about friendship. Yes!!]
Yeah, yeah... You don't gotta flatter me, I'm already making you dinner. [A joke... maybe he should go get some salty water before he weeps about friendship. Hmm.] You wanna chill here for a minute while I get more water?
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that icon?
i did type "vibrating with excitement," did i not
i don't know what i expected
mmkay, michael bluth
don't do me dirty like that
at least i didn't call you gob
that's true, i have been shown small mercies
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