[Accidental Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[This isn't the first time Emil has returned home to an uncomfortably quiet house. It's not unusual for H to be out somewhere during the day, but there's something strange about today, a weird feeling in the house that causes a sinking sensation in the pit of Emil's stomach. Hoping against hope, he's going to head upstairs and open the door to his housemate's bedroom... only to have his worst fears confirmed.

Once again, his journal falls to the ground with a thud, popping open to record a strained, shaky voice.]

N-no... no, not again... no... please...

[OOC: I know, I'm still on hiatus, but Emil wouldn't not react to his housemate vanishing.]

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[knightofratatosk]

Hey, s-stop that!

[crisisrain]

[THAT LOOKS SO DIRTY.]

Stop what? [He sips his tea, very casually.]

[knightofratatosk]

[THAT MAY HAVE BEEN THE INTENT.]

Talking about... that!

[Emil can have sex but not talk about it, go figure.]

[crisisrain]

I'm just talkin' about the food.

[knightofratatosk]

... o-oh. I knew that, r-really.

[crisisrain]

Lyin' is a terrible trait for the youth ta have.

[knightofratatosk]

I-I'm not lying! I just thought... wait, why does it even matter what I thought? Why are we talking about this, anyway?

[crisisrain]

Because I'm kinda hungry now.

[knightofratatosk]

There's some leftover chicken if you'd like that, or if you just want a snack I've got some crackers and things too.

[crisisrain]

I'll go cook us up somethin' nice. Wanna learn a new recipe?

[knightofratatosk]

Huh? You don't have to go to all that trouble...

[crisisrain]

Ya sure? It'll help take yer mind off things if you want.

[knightofratatosk]

[A distraction? He could definitely use one of those, so...]

Then... okay. What ingredients do we need?

[crisisrain]

Most importantly! Chicken and rice! [He heads into your kitchen.]

[knightofratatosk]

We should have both of those... I'll have to cook the rice, though.

[Following, curious to see what Raven is planning.]

[crisisrain]

You get ta cookin' the rice then! Get me some eggs out too. [Raven starts going through the cubboards and such looking for the remaining ingredients. There's some breadcrumbs, onions, garlic, the standard stuff.]

[knightofratatosk]

Rice and eggs? Okay, hold on.

[He's going to get the eggs out and set them on the counter, then put the rice and water into a pot and put it on the stove to boil.]

So what are we making, anyway? Some kind of fried rice?

[crisisrain]

Don't fry the rice! It needs ta be boiled properly. While it's boiling you can cut the garlic and onions fer me. [He continues preparing the chicken by coating it in flour, followed by egg and then breadcrumbs.]

I need ta deep fry the chicken so stay away from the pan. I don't want ya gettin' burned.

[knightofratatosk]

So if it's not fried rice, what is it?

[He's watching what Raven is doing intently. It looks like some kind of fried chicken, but he's never heard of eating rice with fried chicken before, so maybe there's something else to this dish? Either way, once the rice is going, he'll chop up the garlic and then pick up one of the onions, hesitating. He always ends up tearing up a lot when he has to cut onions-- it's a little embarrassing.]

[crisisrain]

That'd be spoiling the surprise.

[With the chicken cooking he takes a moment to chop an apple and banana, throwing them into a bowl with some curry powder.] Put the garlic and onions in there OK? [Then he moves back to the chicken.]

And don't cry too much.

[knightofratatosk]

I-I'm not going to cry! Onions don't bother me that much.

[He'll do as Raven says and put the garlic in the bowl, then start chopping up the onion. THOSE ARE NOT TEARS, NOT AT ALL.]

[crisisrain]

[Raven throws some more ingredients into that bowl, far too lazy to list them he chops surprisingly quick so he'll tend to the rice for a moment.]

It only takes about 15 minutes ta cook at most kid, yer gonna need ta chop faster!

[knightofratatosk]

I'm chopping as fast as I can...

[Only those might be some real tears mixed in with the onion-induced ones there.]

[crisisrain]

Do onions remind ya of Horatio?

[knightofratatosk]

[He shakes his head and rubs at his eyes with one of his sleeves.]

It's just the onions...