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adventureic2024-03-04 08:31 pm
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WHO: Leeds and Emil
WHEN: March 2nd, Morning
WHERE: The kitchens
WHAT: Emil goes to harass Leeds, who he's set to start shadowing on Monday.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
Despite his raucous night, Emil is bright and sparkly and awake early the next morning, glad as always that he's not a mere mortal that has to suffer things like hangovers and having regrets about choices. And while his coworkers may be interested in doing their jobs of trying to learn more about the strange little Adventure Society they've found themselves in, he's much more interested in just having a nice time. Though, he supposes, he'll do the other part too.
He makes his way to the kitchens, figuring the society member he's meant to be shadowing next week (that he has made no effort to contact yet) will be there. Even if he's not, though, he can grab some food, so it's a win-win.
"Leeeeds," Emil calls out as he sticks his head through the door of the kitchen, voice sing-songy and friendly, as though he actually knows the other man. Or even knows what he looks like. He got his name at least, ok?
The unfamiliar voice specifically calling his name bursts Leeds out of his bubble of concentration. Mornings were always busy and that day was no exception. Even more so with their new guests in fact.
The chef muffled a startled curse as he turns towards the entrance, slowly peeking around the corner at theintruder visitor.
"Um. Hello. Um- yes?"
Ah, perfect! His new friend is exactly where he'd expected him to be. Emil strides fully into the kitchen as though he'd been waiting for permission (he hadn't) and makes his way over to Leeds. He looks him over before going to clap him on the shoulder, nose wrinkling up with a broad smile.
Leeds can only stare, befuddled and uncertain in the face of such confidence.
"Emil, from Quest. Pleasure. I'll be shadowing you." There is no question there, partially because it doesn't seem like the other man is going to be one to push back, given how he holds himself, and it's interesting to test that theory. Additionally, Emil prefers asking forgiveness over permission.
"I hear you do room service and everything here, yeah? Very swanky."
"Shadow- wha- what?" Leeds repeats, and looks around as if he's searching for something or someone; but of course there is no one else around to help and he can only head back into the heart of the kitchen where he feels the safest outside of his own meadow. As Leeds moves so does Emil, a shadow in the truest sense. "I- I- uh I am not sure what there is to see but yes- um, I uh- do room service and some catering for the events and things."
The prep table is full of ingredients: some ready and prepped in neat little rows of bowls, some still in their packages waiting to be seen to, and a thick sprig of mint from Leeds's own garden sitting on the chopping board.
Emil, despite himself, finds the stuttering nervousness of the other man to be deeply endearing. And, unfortunately for Leeds, that means that he's going to do his best to draw it out, though maybe just being himself will do the trick. Examining the prep table, he immediately leans into the chef's space with the excuse of looking more closely at the ingredients and the mildly annoyed expression on Leeds's face that goes completely unnoticed.
"I guess you'd want something like that with everyone living in this building but man, catering too? That's a lot of work. You're going to be so happy I'm here. Now, what do you want me to do, bud? I'm a patissier but," he waves a hand, "I can do all this." It's definitely a little dismissive, but Emil looks (and actually is) eager to help. "You can tell me all about everything while we get some work done."
Despite the growing sense of unease and displeasure of having a stranger in both his personal and professional space, Leeds only fixes on his face a smile that is so stiff it belongs six feet under.
"Um yes. I am- am- um- very glad that you're here." Leeds mumbles with a tiny stutter, without really meaning it. But what else could he say under the circumstances? (Especially when he wasn't 100% certain that the Quest Fellowship didn't make it a habit to beat people up on the regular).
"Well ain't you sweet?" Emil pronounces in a momentarily affected Southern accent. Oh, he's going to have so much fun here! Leeds' smile is bringing him so much joy. He goes to place himself at the cutting board with the mint, even if it involves jostling the other man out of the way, before beginning to pinch off the stems. It does seem, for better or for worse, that he actually does know what he's doing.
"So, Leeds, tell me everything. You like it here? You got a roomie? A bestie? A flame? Also, how fine do you want this chopped? Or are we doing something else with it? I'm assuming no morning mojitos." He asks all these things without giving Leeds space to actually respond.
"Um yes, yes." he replies, with no context at all regarding which question he was replying to. The questions are too fast and too many. This person - Emil - was too close.
Leeds says nothing for a moment, taking a breath to calm himself. The front of his apron is all wrinkled now from all the bunching and unbunching that he's been doing. At least with the last question, the nervous cryptid is finally spurred to move and heads towards the large mirrored fridge doors. "Um. I am- I was- um, making chocolate bark."
Emil laughs brightly at the two affirmative responses to the four questions he posed. Delightful.
"Bark. So, chopped finely," he says as confirmation, though he doesn't wait to begin. The way he handles the mint leaves is clearly experienced - he stacks them, rolls them, chops them smoothly and quickly with the knife. He does actually enjoy the work, even if at the moment he's just trying to show off that he does know what he's doing.
"Leedsy, you didn't do a good job of answering my questions. Who're your people here?"
Leeds drops a tray of chocolate bark he's already finished to show Emil, as if the patissier wouldn't know what chocolate bark was. He's hoped that the conversation would have moved on from Emil's barrage of questions by then but of course it hasn't. The tray clangs a little too loudly as it hits the metal counter.
Never one to not indulge, Emil snaps off a piece of the bark before the tray has even hit the counter, popping it in his mouth with a grin, followed by an overly satisfied 'mmmm.'
Leeds takes a step back, pretending to be busy wiping at a spot next to the tray. He is still not meeting Emil's gaze, which isn't too hard since the other man is so much taller than him. "I just hang out with the horses in the Horse Therapy dimension, and also mostly with the demons."
"Horse Therapy dimension? And demons? Sounds like you're indulging the good and the bad parts of you, huh?" Really, it's fascinating - it's hard to imagine this awkward, quiet man hanging out with demons, regardless of his species.
"I think that's a good thing, though. People always play too much at being one or the other, you know? Better to be honest with yourself."
"Um, yes... you-" Leeds echoes absent-mindedly, staring at the now broken corner of the first batch of chocolate bark. He wouldn't call it ruined, but it is ruined. At least no one ever expects to see a full rectangle of chocolate bark in a serving. He would have to break it up later. "-are very wise."
"Oh, I'm like a fucking genius. You'll learn, we're going to be spending like, all of our time together. A lot of your coworkers seem fun but you and me? We've got this kitchen, and that really bonds people together. It's going to be awesome."
He finishes chopping the first sprig of mint, the speed and quality of his work hard to argue with. Tossing the stem into the garbage, Emil pauses for a moment of consideration before he goes to snap off another piece of the bark, reaching out to try to press it to Leeds' lips. He should also be enjoying the fruits of his labors, right?
"Here, eat this."
Before Leeds can correct Emil - Food waste goes into the other bin - there is chocolate coming up at him and he eats it instinctively, the furrow between his brows deepening.
He can't do much but chew and glare at Emil. Spending "all" of their time together in the - his - kitchen was starting to sound like a nightmare. It was going to be a very, very, long day.
"There's a good boy," Emil chirps, slapping Leeds on the shoulder before getting back to his work of chopping. "Hope you're ready for all the fun we're going to have, bud."
Leeds almost chokes and has to clear his throat. Refusing to appear rude, he swallows the no that rises in his throat petulantly.
WHEN: March 2nd, Morning
WHERE: The kitchens
WHAT: Emil goes to harass Leeds, who he's set to start shadowing on Monday.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
Despite his raucous night, Emil is bright and sparkly and awake early the next morning, glad as always that he's not a mere mortal that has to suffer things like hangovers and having regrets about choices. And while his coworkers may be interested in doing their jobs of trying to learn more about the strange little Adventure Society they've found themselves in, he's much more interested in just having a nice time. Though, he supposes, he'll do the other part too.
He makes his way to the kitchens, figuring the society member he's meant to be shadowing next week (that he has made no effort to contact yet) will be there. Even if he's not, though, he can grab some food, so it's a win-win.
"Leeeeds," Emil calls out as he sticks his head through the door of the kitchen, voice sing-songy and friendly, as though he actually knows the other man. Or even knows what he looks like. He got his name at least, ok?
The unfamiliar voice specifically calling his name bursts Leeds out of his bubble of concentration. Mornings were always busy and that day was no exception. Even more so with their new guests in fact.
The chef muffled a startled curse as he turns towards the entrance, slowly peeking around the corner at the
"Um. Hello. Um- yes?"
Ah, perfect! His new friend is exactly where he'd expected him to be. Emil strides fully into the kitchen as though he'd been waiting for permission (he hadn't) and makes his way over to Leeds. He looks him over before going to clap him on the shoulder, nose wrinkling up with a broad smile.
Leeds can only stare, befuddled and uncertain in the face of such confidence.
"Emil, from Quest. Pleasure. I'll be shadowing you." There is no question there, partially because it doesn't seem like the other man is going to be one to push back, given how he holds himself, and it's interesting to test that theory. Additionally, Emil prefers asking forgiveness over permission.
"I hear you do room service and everything here, yeah? Very swanky."
"Shadow- wha- what?" Leeds repeats, and looks around as if he's searching for something or someone; but of course there is no one else around to help and he can only head back into the heart of the kitchen where he feels the safest outside of his own meadow. As Leeds moves so does Emil, a shadow in the truest sense. "I- I- uh I am not sure what there is to see but yes- um, I uh- do room service and some catering for the events and things."
The prep table is full of ingredients: some ready and prepped in neat little rows of bowls, some still in their packages waiting to be seen to, and a thick sprig of mint from Leeds's own garden sitting on the chopping board.
Emil, despite himself, finds the stuttering nervousness of the other man to be deeply endearing. And, unfortunately for Leeds, that means that he's going to do his best to draw it out, though maybe just being himself will do the trick. Examining the prep table, he immediately leans into the chef's space with the excuse of looking more closely at the ingredients and the mildly annoyed expression on Leeds's face that goes completely unnoticed.
"I guess you'd want something like that with everyone living in this building but man, catering too? That's a lot of work. You're going to be so happy I'm here. Now, what do you want me to do, bud? I'm a patissier but," he waves a hand, "I can do all this." It's definitely a little dismissive, but Emil looks (and actually is) eager to help. "You can tell me all about everything while we get some work done."
Despite the growing sense of unease and displeasure of having a stranger in both his personal and professional space, Leeds only fixes on his face a smile that is so stiff it belongs six feet under.
"Um yes. I am- am- um- very glad that you're here." Leeds mumbles with a tiny stutter, without really meaning it. But what else could he say under the circumstances? (Especially when he wasn't 100% certain that the Quest Fellowship didn't make it a habit to beat people up on the regular).
"Well ain't you sweet?" Emil pronounces in a momentarily affected Southern accent. Oh, he's going to have so much fun here! Leeds' smile is bringing him so much joy. He goes to place himself at the cutting board with the mint, even if it involves jostling the other man out of the way, before beginning to pinch off the stems. It does seem, for better or for worse, that he actually does know what he's doing.
"So, Leeds, tell me everything. You like it here? You got a roomie? A bestie? A flame? Also, how fine do you want this chopped? Or are we doing something else with it? I'm assuming no morning mojitos." He asks all these things without giving Leeds space to actually respond.
"Um yes, yes." he replies, with no context at all regarding which question he was replying to. The questions are too fast and too many. This person - Emil - was too close.
Leeds says nothing for a moment, taking a breath to calm himself. The front of his apron is all wrinkled now from all the bunching and unbunching that he's been doing. At least with the last question, the nervous cryptid is finally spurred to move and heads towards the large mirrored fridge doors. "Um. I am- I was- um, making chocolate bark."
Emil laughs brightly at the two affirmative responses to the four questions he posed. Delightful.
"Bark. So, chopped finely," he says as confirmation, though he doesn't wait to begin. The way he handles the mint leaves is clearly experienced - he stacks them, rolls them, chops them smoothly and quickly with the knife. He does actually enjoy the work, even if at the moment he's just trying to show off that he does know what he's doing.
"Leedsy, you didn't do a good job of answering my questions. Who're your people here?"
Leeds drops a tray of chocolate bark he's already finished to show Emil, as if the patissier wouldn't know what chocolate bark was. He's hoped that the conversation would have moved on from Emil's barrage of questions by then but of course it hasn't. The tray clangs a little too loudly as it hits the metal counter.
Never one to not indulge, Emil snaps off a piece of the bark before the tray has even hit the counter, popping it in his mouth with a grin, followed by an overly satisfied 'mmmm.'
Leeds takes a step back, pretending to be busy wiping at a spot next to the tray. He is still not meeting Emil's gaze, which isn't too hard since the other man is so much taller than him. "I just hang out with the horses in the Horse Therapy dimension, and also mostly with the demons."
"Horse Therapy dimension? And demons? Sounds like you're indulging the good and the bad parts of you, huh?" Really, it's fascinating - it's hard to imagine this awkward, quiet man hanging out with demons, regardless of his species.
"I think that's a good thing, though. People always play too much at being one or the other, you know? Better to be honest with yourself."
"Um, yes... you-" Leeds echoes absent-mindedly, staring at the now broken corner of the first batch of chocolate bark. He wouldn't call it ruined, but it is ruined. At least no one ever expects to see a full rectangle of chocolate bark in a serving. He would have to break it up later. "-are very wise."
"Oh, I'm like a fucking genius. You'll learn, we're going to be spending like, all of our time together. A lot of your coworkers seem fun but you and me? We've got this kitchen, and that really bonds people together. It's going to be awesome."
He finishes chopping the first sprig of mint, the speed and quality of his work hard to argue with. Tossing the stem into the garbage, Emil pauses for a moment of consideration before he goes to snap off another piece of the bark, reaching out to try to press it to Leeds' lips. He should also be enjoying the fruits of his labors, right?
"Here, eat this."
Before Leeds can correct Emil - Food waste goes into the other bin - there is chocolate coming up at him and he eats it instinctively, the furrow between his brows deepening.
He can't do much but chew and glare at Emil. Spending "all" of their time together in the - his - kitchen was starting to sound like a nightmare. It was going to be a very, very, long day.
"There's a good boy," Emil chirps, slapping Leeds on the shoulder before getting back to his work of chopping. "Hope you're ready for all the fun we're going to have, bud."
Leeds almost chokes and has to clear his throat. Refusing to appear rude, he swallows the no that rises in his throat petulantly.
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