( like his fake extrovert ass would be out there without a reason. though, suppose having a reason would be why it'd be dangerous for everyone else.... )
I figured.
( hence why it's crazy to even ask. regardless! she refuses to just drape her coat somewhere so it's getting hung up first before she trots on off to the kitchen to grab silverware and plates. should she maybe stop flittering about and setting up like she owns the place? probably. but food's only going to get colder so she might as well help. she'll even slide his smoothie to his side of the table before taking a sip of hers. )
I realized getting there that I don't know what your spice tolerance is.
( 'would eat anything' is a little different than 'can handle spice'...
she's dropping her weight onto a chair the moment the table's set though, readjusting so she's not sitting on a wrinkled up dress. )
[ to be fair, maybe kaiser should act like he owns this place and be a good host by getting plates and silverware faster than his guest... but kaiser almost acts like he doesn't actually own the place — there aren't many personal touches to his place either. about the only thing that could be said about his tastes is that his choice of furniture and decor seems to veer surprisingly towards being comfy and convenient over a strong sense of aesthetic cohesion. ]
Yeah, good call... I don't eat spicy food that often. I probably could, but better not to risk it. [ even if it gave him the most violent stomachache later... physically, yes, kaiser would be able to make himself eat all of it. besides, you know what they say about white boys and their spice tolerance... ] It smells good...
[ that is an awful lot of sensory stimulation for a boy used to blander fare. kaiser's interest seems to have been piqued: as expected for a self-professed food-oriented person. he just likes having nice things to eat, but new and interesting nice things are even better. ]
How spicy is yours? Oh — hang on, do you want a drink? All I have is water, but I have those powdered flavor packs if you like those.
[ he suddenly rembered this is his place and maybe he should act like it. ]
( nei's a busybody... so that doesn't help.. she simply Must be doing something. )
A three out of five. You can try some if you want.
( she'll even inch the plate a bit more his way to nab some if he really wants to test his mettle as she takes a lil nibble of it. it's just drunken noodles right. how bad could it be. )
But maybe after you get yourself some water too. ( this white boy is NOT going to die from capsaicin on her watch, thanks. ) Water's also fine with me! I'm not picky.
( and regardless of if he goes or not, she can't really help the quick peek around now that she's sat. is it surprising that it's very utilitarian in matters of function? from a guy who's said he prefers dressing simply? not really. but at least it's comfortable! )
I know I basically invited myself over, but thanks for indulging me anyway.
[ water it is, then — he walks over to the fridge and takes out a water pitcher, then walks over to the drawer he keeps glasses in... and then back over to scoop ice cubes out of the freezer. german efficiency has not gone far enough yet, apparently. ]
... What, did you get shy all of a sudden? [ don't!! be too grateful to him. it's... weird! ] It's alright to want to get spoiled every once in a while, as long as you're ready to pay the price.
[ and what might that price be? well, as he brings over the glasses of water, he sets them down onto the dining table and then detours to obnoxiously pat her head, being sure to make every bit of that height diff known in the way he does it. heehee!
that said, he avoids actually messing up her hair much, and takes a sharp step back in anticipation of maybe getting a bit of retaliation before he sits down. let him at these noodles...! ]
( she'd dismiss it as a 'not being used to being a host' thing, but pouring himself a glass of water? should be a common enough occurrence? she will not be questioning the order of operations besides the fact that ice went last and would splash and -
the mention of a price to be paid has her tilting her head in curiosity, only to be met with a hand right at the crown of it. )
Wh - hey!?
( she wouldn't mind it if she didn't feel belittled!!! so of course she's going for a swat, which he deftly steps back and gets safely away from.
this man really likes playing with fire doesn't he, but he can safely eat his noodles. for now. she will content herself with keeping a pointed glare in his direction. maybe hoping he chokes a little bit. )
When have you ever known me to be shy? ( one of those rhetorical questions, ) I just didn't want to be rude!
[ yet another crime he has gotten away with... kaiser sits down at the table across from nei, content enough to lay into those noodles. ]
You are way too late to worry about coming off as rude. [ also, more importantly: ] You know I don't give a shit either way, yeah?
[ kaiser favors a directness wherever possible, which is definitely a touch hypocritical, since he has a tendency to not entirely share what's on his mind. to that end, kaiser reaches over and across the table with his fork... let him try the spice. also, yes... as a certified white boy, he does need his fork for these noodles, thanks. ]
( is it? oops. she likes to think she tried her best at playing nice anyway. it's not her fault (source?) that she is tried at every step. )
Mm. So you keep saying.
( the reach across has her inching her plate over a bit more to help. it spared her the effort of putting it on his plate herself, so. also this way he can decide for himself just how badly he wants his mouth to hurt.
and it's ok she's known that he's a certified and licensed white boy. chopsticks can be a future lesson. )
If you end up liking it, I don't mind splitting but I'm taking some of yours if it comes to that.
( just. yknow. don't die? how ironic that the only thing that'd be a better choice to rid the spice is the one thing he dislikes having, )
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I figured.
( hence why it's crazy to even ask. regardless! she refuses to just drape her coat somewhere so it's getting hung up first before she trots on off to the kitchen to grab silverware and plates. should she maybe stop flittering about and setting up like she owns the place? probably. but food's only going to get colder so she might as well help. she'll even slide his smoothie to his side of the table before taking a sip of hers. )
I realized getting there that I don't know what your spice tolerance is.
( 'would eat anything' is a little different than 'can handle spice'...
she's dropping her weight onto a chair the moment the table's set though, readjusting so she's not sitting on a wrinkled up dress. )
It's on the milder side to be safe.
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Yeah, good call... I don't eat spicy food that often. I probably could, but better not to risk it. [ even if it gave him the most violent stomachache later... physically, yes, kaiser would be able to make himself eat all of it. besides, you know what they say about white boys and their spice tolerance... ] It smells good...
[ that is an awful lot of sensory stimulation for a boy used to blander fare. kaiser's interest seems to have been piqued: as expected for a self-professed food-oriented person. he just likes having nice things to eat, but new and interesting nice things are even better. ]
How spicy is yours? Oh — hang on, do you want a drink? All I have is water, but I have those powdered flavor packs if you like those.
[ he suddenly rembered this is his place and maybe he should act like it. ]
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A three out of five. You can try some if you want.
( she'll even inch the plate a bit more his way to nab some if he really wants to test his mettle as she takes a lil nibble of it. it's just drunken noodles right. how bad could it be. )
But maybe after you get yourself some water too. ( this white boy is NOT going to die from capsaicin on her watch, thanks. ) Water's also fine with me! I'm not picky.
( and regardless of if he goes or not, she can't really help the quick peek around now that she's sat. is it surprising that it's very utilitarian in matters of function? from a guy who's said he prefers dressing simply? not really. but at least it's comfortable! )
I know I basically invited myself over, but thanks for indulging me anyway.
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... What, did you get shy all of a sudden? [ don't!! be too grateful to him. it's... weird! ] It's alright to want to get spoiled every once in a while, as long as you're ready to pay the price.
[ and what might that price be? well, as he brings over the glasses of water, he sets them down onto the dining table and then detours to obnoxiously pat her head, being sure to make every bit of that height diff known in the way he does it. heehee!
that said, he avoids actually messing up her hair much, and takes a sharp step back in anticipation of maybe getting a bit of retaliation before he sits down. let him at these noodles...! ]
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the mention of a price to be paid has her tilting her head in curiosity, only to be met with a hand right at the crown of it. )
Wh - hey!?
( she wouldn't mind it if she didn't feel belittled!!! so of course she's going for a swat, which he deftly steps back and gets safely away from.
this man really likes playing with fire doesn't he, but he can safely eat his noodles. for now. she will content herself with keeping a pointed glare in his direction. maybe hoping he chokes a little bit. )
When have you ever known me to be shy? ( one of those rhetorical questions, ) I just didn't want to be rude!
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You are way too late to worry about coming off as rude. [ also, more importantly: ] You know I don't give a shit either way, yeah?
[ kaiser favors a directness wherever possible, which is definitely a touch hypocritical, since he has a tendency to not entirely share what's on his mind. to that end, kaiser reaches over and across the table with his fork... let him try the spice. also, yes... as a certified white boy, he does need his fork for these noodles, thanks. ]
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Mm. So you keep saying.
( the reach across has her inching her plate over a bit more to help. it spared her the effort of putting it on his plate herself, so. also this way he can decide for himself just how badly he wants his mouth to hurt.
and it's ok she's known that he's a certified and licensed white boy. chopsticks can be a future lesson. )
If you end up liking it, I don't mind splitting but I'm taking some of yours if it comes to that.
( just. yknow. don't die? how ironic that the only thing that'd be a better choice to rid the spice is the one thing he dislikes having, )