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So a vampire tries cooking dinner for a human....

Who: Avitus (OC) and .hack's Sora (

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Where: Pisces 11-02
Summary: Avitus and Sora got to talking on a network post, about chopsticks and food, and one thing led to another. Specifically, to the burdie going to Sora's house to try showing him how to cook a few foods, a la Nosgoth style.
Warnings: Clueless burdpire attempting to cook, and whatever might be applicable due to Sora being present? (none afaik)

Avitus fastened his watch-comm-thing to his coinpurse's string, gathered his bags, his tote with a few things inside it, put on his cloak-thing and boots, and headed out. After stopping at a grocery store for a few items, he continued on to the apartment buildings in Pisces.

Sora would hear a knock on his door after not too long a wait; his ~~private tutor-to-be~~ guest had arrived!

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Sora wasn't too worried about a stranger being in his apartment. With this body, he could take care of most threats, either by stabbing them with his katars or by throwing them out a window. Not that he expected Avitus to be dangerous, if his posts on the network were anything to go by. This was just going to be a lowkey visit to cook.

When he heard the knocking, Sora opened the door to a blue-skinned, winged humanoid. Huh. Didn't see that everyday. Not that Sora was gonna comment on it.

"Hey there! Come in, come in, welcome!"

Oh look at that! Sora was... much more imposing a figure in general. Stood taller, had more muscle to him.... Of course, it helped that he was pretty clearly at ease here, so Avitus put on a little smile and tucked his wings closer to his back, holding up the cloth shopping bag for the man to see.

"I think I found what I was looking for," he said, stepping in. "I found some wheat... and salt, and berries. I wasn't sure what kinds you'd like, so I chose a few kinds." He looked over to the little kitchen area and set the bag down on its counter, tugging the sides down easily, to reveal what he was talking about. "And cream." He indicated a little pint container. "And honey, too. You can try it a few ways. And... I believe I got everything one needs, for the rolls. You said you had leftovers already, didn't you?"

He was taking things out of his bag, setting them down neatly on the counter there. Probably for the best; the cream ought to be put into the refrigerator before it got war-- what was that?

There, in the stuff he was pulling out. That thing right there. That was so totally a half-gallon container of ice cream. Neapolitan ice cream.

Maybe that was for dessert?

Even though the wings were black instead of white, Sora couldn't help to compare them to the ones that Balmung guy had. Not that he ever said anything while in Kite's party, but the way Bal-tan's wings bobbed as he ran reminded him of a pigeon or a chicken. This guy, on the other hand, had the real deal! They were a lot bigger, with different feather placement, moving in ways a simulation couldn't match: little twitches and shifts that came from having actual limbs. Sooooo cool~

Sora followed Avitus to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"Yeah, let's see, I have... half an onion, a bell pepper, a couple carrots, some common mushrooms, green onions, some leftover beef... I have ginger and garlic in the cupboard, and - "

Woah, ice cream! Congrats Avitus now you are Sora's favorite person.

"Oooh, neopolitan, haven't had that in forever! Here, I'll put it in the freezer.."

Which, if Avitus was watching, is filled with more ice cream and frozen meals.

Avitus handed over the container without protest. The meltable item now about to get put away, he finally undid the clasp on his cloak... and paused in taking it off, spotting the freezer's other contents. He didn't know what most of those things were, but he recognized the ice cream's distinctive tubs after having looked through the available varieties at the grocery store himself so much; Sora got a bit bigger a smile for that. "You like ice cream too? What kinds are those?"

Going to take off that cloak now, and peek around for somewhere to put it. Check it out, Sora -- it's not just his wings, it's his ears that're different too. And... a lot of the rest of him too, especially now that that big cloak of his isn't hiding him from view. The hands with only three digits, the long, birdish legs and feet, hidden by his stance and clothing most of the time.... Really, most 3D artists and animators could stand to watch for a bit and take notes, couldn't they.

"Yeah! I got chocolate, mint chip, cookie dough, matcha, even found lychee-flavored, it's neat!"

Sora turned around and. Wow, Avitus really was different. The first thought that crossed Sora's mind was what his shoes might look like. Did they wear shoes..? But right now he took Avitus's cloak, throwing it over a chair. Good enough.

"So, how's this work?"

Well, if he was watching, he'd catch a glimpse of his boots under his pants' legs and wings' ends, now and then -- they looked to be split in half, to accommodate Avitus's two large toes, a dark, dusty blue that matched his cloak. They looked to be leather or something, smooth and sort of shiny, but it was hard to tell what the bottoms were made of without a clear view of them. Maybe he could ask later?

Avitus took his tote bag off his shoulder and set it on the chair with his cloak. "Well... I suppose we figure out how to make whichever thing you'd like to try. The wheat I found is already mashed up quite a bit, so it shouldn't take long to cook at all... and the yeast has a recipe on the package that looks fairly simple to follow, if you wanted to start with the rolls first. So it's really entirely up to your preferences, I think."

Since they don't encompass the whole foot, Sora doesn't noticed. The wings are far more interesting, and Sora can't help but wonder how high he can fly. Now that he'll be asking about later. In the meantime, he had to think about the reason for his visit.

"I've never made bread before, and I could try the wheat while they bake. I don't cook much but I know timing is important!"

By which he means he's watched his mom make meals and how efficient she always was. A small spike of homesickness strikes Sora, but he ignores it. Right now there's a big blue birdperson in his very own kitchen!

Not quite so big; he had his wings tucked in, at the moment, and wasn't standing up near Sora's height right now. But compared to some of the winged demons, he was absolutely huge. They'd be able to get to talking about their homeworlds while eating, surely. It wasn't like the burd was going anywhere, for now.

"We can do the rolls first." A little nod, and Avitus pulled the little package of dry yeast out of the other things still half in the bag on the counter. He looked over the recipe printed on it. "It looks like we'll need a big bowl to mix this up in... so if you can get that out, and... a cup and a spoon...?" He frowned faintly, thinking about that, but continued on. "You said you had things to do this with, so I only brought the ingredients themselves."

"Cups..?"

Sora took the package from Avitus, scanning the directions. They had the ingredients listed both in cups and tablespoons and grams. Putting the package down, Sora dug around in his cupboards to look for measuring cups and a large bowl. Surely the kitchen had to be fully stocked, right..?

Yep, found them. Sora dumped them on the counter with a clatter, looking toward Avitus.

"Alright chief, what's first?"

He totally didn't jump a little at the noise. Shh. Ignore the wing feathers' subtle floof, too; it's barely there.

"Well... the recipe says it'll make two loaves, but we only need about enough dough for half of one, I'd imagine... so...." A moment of quiet consideration, and he led Sora through the recipe, at about a fourth the scale it actually suggested.

By the time that was done, Sora had a nice little lump of bread dough in the bowl, and it was time to let it rise, right?

And there wasn't a huge mess on the counter?

"So a fourth, got it."

He may only be a grade school kid, but he knew that much at least. Measuring out the ingredients wasn't too hard: just halve and halve again and presto! Being smart at school was paying off, if only a little.

Sora put a dishcloth over the bowl for the bread to rise, and stepped back to see what the next plan of attack was. There was flour scattered on the counter and stuff, but nothing a bit of hot water wouldn't fix, right? Sora got a sponge to soap away the mess.

"What's next?"

"Well, if the ingredients you want to stuff the rolls with are already prepared, I suppose we'd need only to wait on the dough to rise. So... perhaps if the wheat cereal is made, you can have that for dinner in the meanwhile? And if the rolls take too long, you could always have them tomorrow."

He watched as Sora cleaned up, quiet, taking a small half-step back from the counter, presumably so he just wasn't in the way.

Probably a good idea: the kitchen wasn't all too large, even if Sora found it suited to his needs well enough. Besides, he liked accomplishing things on his own. Made him feel independent. He's always wanted to try living on his own! Even if it was harder than it looked...

"Should we cook anything beforehand, or will it all bake together?"

There's nothing worse than raw onions, yuck!

"Um... I... don't know, to be honest. I haven't made them before. I saw them about in the Citadel often enough, I suppose, but I didn't think to ask anyone how to do it, since I... can't eat them myself.

"Still, I can't imagine it would hurt to cook something before putting it into the dough to bake." He glanced over at the fridge, considering it.

Sora thought for a moment, then shrugged, getting a cutting board, knife, and the food out.

"Couldn't hurt. I think I'll just cook stuff like the onions partway first and leave the other stuff to bake."

Funny how someone so quick with offensive blades had to go more slowly with a kitchen knife. With the way his fingertips are poking out instead of being tucked it, it's clear he hasn't cooked much before.

Avitus nodded, and watched, mostly quiet, as Sora did that. He didn't have enough experience with slicing up food to know how to properly hold it either, so he couldn't save him the trouble on that count, unfortunately.

But he found the whole thing interesting; he watched the small show Sora was putting on by doing this, taking in the smells of it (and it was so strong! Perhaps not to humans, but he could smell it!) and the sound of the knife through the foods, taking note of what Sora did with what.... Sad as it was, Sora seemed to be the one re-teaching him, at the moment. He wasn't joking when he'd said he'd last worked in a kitchen helping with the food ages ago. The faint smile disappeared for a subtle frown of intent thought, as he watched. Something about the whole process tugged faintly at some memory, but it was ancient and long-forgotten, uncooperative now after all this time.

Vaguely nice, still, though. Even after the details, the conscious information, had ceased cooperating in coming to mind, the comfort associated with it was still there, and before long at all, he was making some sound under his breath, a melodic little liquid burble, a gentle coo that was barely audible, soft as it was within him.

Once the food was cut, Sora got out a frying pan to cook the onions, sniffing as he flicked on the overhead fan. His eyes weren't as watery since the onions were cold, but they still stung from the juices. This was something he was more comfortable with doing, since there was no trick to it.

Without looking up, Sora made sure to let Avi in on the process.

"Can you look at what the oven should be preheated to?"

"Hm?" He blinked, the soft coos stopping, and looked up to Sora briefly. "Oh... oh, right."

Time to reach over and snag the little package the yeast had come in. "It says... two hundred C. ...I assume you know what the C means? But it also says it'll have to sit there for about an hour, and then get kneaded again, and then rise another hour after that." He frowned a little at the package's recipe. "So you won't need to make the oven hot for it just yet."

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