[ Shade is in the house, actually. The soft sounds of an old record player, the strains of something pretentious and old come from his room, and Shade is in there -- writing.
But at the call, he actually does perk up, and without even the sound of his door opening and shutting, he walked into the kitchen. ]
There's no need to yell. Is there something you need?
[ There is in fact plenty of reasons to yell, because Hime's hands are covered in frosting so it's not like she can open the door: she's got that cake done! ]
Tah dah! It's your 'welcome back home' cake! [ And it actually looks like a really damn good cake. It's covered in white frosting and, in blue letters, "Congrats" is written on the top. Hime's also wearing an adorable pastry chef outfit in white and blue. ]
Mm, we are in America. They haven't really stepped up their tea game compared to the rest of the world. [ whereas Hime is just straight being an Asian tea snob. ]
And I mean yellow cake! Just look. [ indeed, it is yellow cake, and it's pretty damn good looking as well. Thank you, pastry chef PreCard. ]
Oh very well, if you insist! [ He's deft, almost too deft at pulling a knife out in a motion that is only half-there, like in one swift stroke the knife is in his hand, and he's cutting at the cake, not one piece but two. ]
I insist that you share, however!
[ And one is presented for her. He really doesn't act like a supervillain does he? ]
Oh, well, if you insist, [ said in a way that's very much 'I'm a delicate lady and will act properly.' this is ruined by the fact that she takes her fork and shoves a MASSIVE bite of cake in her mouth. ]
[ Shade, however, shows far more manners, as befitting a dude who grew up in a time when fidgeting was seen as rude. His bite was small, but he smiled.
And fought not to criticize. Gourmands could be good, even him. He nodded. ]
Oh. Wait. Suddenly Hime feels really self-conscious because Shade's got great manners. So, she swallows her bite and smiles a bit awkwardly. ]
Erm, what I meant to say was that it turned out a lot better than expected. I guess it was lucky that I got the Pastry Chef PreCard this weekend. [ not realizing that Shade probably has no idea what she means by that. ]
Part of my superhero powers, [ Hime said, as she reached into her purse. Pulling out a binder, she opened it to show Shade the contents: outfits, as if on a fashion plate. There were five different outfits displayed: a ballerina outfit, a hula dancer, a magical girl, a ninja and the outfit Hime was currently wearing, a pastry chef. ]
I can use these PreCards to change my clothes as well as get skills associated with the outfits!
Well, then, that settles it. Perhaps tonight? For dinner? [ Shade often cooked dinner. He was like a slightly less fancy Hannibal Lecter -- without the cannibalism. ]
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MISTER SHADE! HEY, MISTER SHADE, ARE YOU IN?
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But at the call, he actually does perk up, and without even the sound of his door opening and shutting, he walked into the kitchen. ]
There's no need to yell. Is there something you need?
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Tah dah! It's your 'welcome back home' cake! [ And it actually looks like a really damn good cake. It's covered in white frosting and, in blue letters, "Congrats" is written on the top. Hime's also wearing an adorable pastry chef outfit in white and blue. ]
Hope you like it.
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He smiled. ]
My! This looks delicious. What flavor is it? Would you like tea to go with it?
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[ He paused, before rooting around in a cupboard. ] I do, but I'm afraid it's bought from a store stateside. It may not be very good.
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And I mean yellow cake! Just look. [ indeed, it is yellow cake, and it's pretty damn good looking as well. Thank you, pastry chef PreCard. ]
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[ He pulled it out, and put the water on, but even so, he looked over. ]
Hime, truly, you've outdone my expectations. Thank you. You certainly didn't have to.
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So go on! Eat a slice!
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I insist that you share, however!
[ And one is presented for her. He really doesn't act like a supervillain does he? ]
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And fought not to criticize. Gourmands could be good, even him. He nodded. ]
Not bad, not bad. Delicious, actually.
[ Actually, it wasn't bad.
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Oh. Wait. Suddenly Hime feels really self-conscious because Shade's got great manners. So, she swallows her bite and smiles a bit awkwardly. ]
Erm, what I meant to say was that it turned out a lot better than expected. I guess it was lucky that I got the Pastry Chef PreCard this weekend. [ not realizing that Shade probably has no idea what she means by that. ]
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[ He honestly doesn't, and takes another meager bite. For being someone who claimed to love food, he ate slow -- then again, he savored every moment.
Particularly food on the other side of prison's iron bars. ]
What would that be?
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I can use these PreCards to change my clothes as well as get skills associated with the outfits!
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[ He looks on with interest. Actually, this is the kind of thing that Shade would be totally interested in. Of course it is. ]
Perhaps sometime we'll have to cook together, then.
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I'd love to cook with you sometime, Mr. Shade!
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[ Only slightly. ]
What sort of food do you normally eat?
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Well, then, that settles it. Perhaps tonight? For dinner? [ Shade often cooked dinner. He was like a slightly less fancy Hannibal Lecter -- without the cannibalism. ]
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That sounds great!