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SO my activity has been low for a bit, and sadly I don't think that's going to change any time in the near future. This was a great outlet when I was just part time/in school, but it's a whole lot harder for me find time to be here now that I'm working full time. SO while I've kept onto hope I'd be here a bit more often, I think this is about the extent of my activities here. I probably wont ever do more than a few posts a week. I absolutely still want to post here. As far as creative outlets go I still do world building and art for Pup. It is a passion project after all and something will come of it eventually. So I'll probably post any art stuff I make regarding him or the world here still. I'll still rp too, just very slow!

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What's this? A cellular device? Its a flip phone. A WORKING flip phone. Huh, wonder who lost this.

Maybe he could figure out how to work this thing.

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( damn it turns out being full time employed makes you busy )

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"I mean... its very fresh fish."

"I haven't had a fish burger though... I have baked fish and bread a lot though, and that's pretty much the same thing, right?"

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"Hmm. Sounds like this place doesn't have good fish. Or maybe you just cooked it wrong. Ah, ever tried a fish burger? There's nothing better than a fish burger! O-or shrimp!"

Her stomach started to rumble, and she slightly began to drool. Damn, now Perrine was getting hungry!

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"My favorite animal is dinosaurs."

"Even if they are scary."

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Pubby acquired

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"Oh. Well, it's fancier than what I make."

He usually worked with a grand total of 1 ingredient. Either that or like, 20 different ingredients in an unplanned soup that just had a bunch of edible things inside of it. Combining things to match flavors wasn't something he had a ton of time or resources to commit to.

In order to get a better view of the situation to properly judge boiling, he going to get a running start and deftly lift himself onto the counter, where he will take a seat with his legs hanging over the edge and he can turn to look directly into the pot.

"Gotcha. I'll keep a close eye on it."

Now seated on the counter and tasked with the very exciting and important task of watching water boil, he is very, very quickly going to begin to idly kick his legs a little bit. Enough to get motion and satisfy some of that innate urge to move, but not enough to provide any amount of kickback to the cabinets as each foot returns to its initial position. Truly, a well practiced craft.

          “Fancy?” Looking over at Forest, she gave a small tilt of her head. To her, this was one of the simpler meals. Although. . .she supposed it could be fancy one given the right presentation. But then again, for someone who spends his time foraging and living in the wilds, this could be a fancier meal than what he’s used to.

          After a moment, she gives a shake of her head. “I’s a simple meal. Very common. I’ jus’ looks fancy cause o’ how i’ looks. Bu’ i’s really only three things.” The meat she’s going to spend time browning, the noodles she’s going to boil. And the sauce she’s going to place on the meat once it’s done.

          Already working on the meat, she nods to the pot she placed on the stove, while she uses the skillet. "Go ahead an' lemme know when tha' starts boilin'. Yer gonna put tha noodles in when i' does."

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@paraleech LINK

"Corect."

As a reward for Fyuga's incredible smartness and ability to perform under pressure, she is being gifted a snack to enjoy.

The snack is bread. The two slices of bread are removed from the sides of her head and then shoved directly into her face.

"You can eat a lot of weird stuff, right?"

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"Ah, that's a shame."

Not ideal as far as he was concerned, but the end result was the same so there was no reason to complain. He just figured that if Mari was good at teaching self defense she would probably be good with other stuff.

He also doesn't necessarily notice the use of the name. At least, there's no visible reaction on him to that particular bit. Instead he's a little more preoccupied with bit of fidgeting.

He would take a second to pause with the cleaning, holding the broom at an odd angle that seemed to support a small part of his weight. He would fiddle with it further by spinning the wooden handle in place. The angular motion wasn't quite spinning on the center of rotation, causing it to slowly spin out from underneath him. A single step to correct his own weight would fix the threat of impending collapse and remind him to get back back to work.

"Er, I mean. That'd be great!"

"I'm starting to think everyone can read and write."

A FEW MORE PIECES OF BROKEN WOOD are plucked sparingly from the floor. Mari holds them close to her midriff while she stands straight again, her free hand brushing a few more flecks from the folds of her casual gown. Her change in demeanor confirmed that her frustration had never been toward Fenrir, and more reserved for the particular knife thief that had settled in with the rest of his flock in their nest.

"Well, a'course I can read and write, Fen." That's the first time she's referred to him by that name, and it just kinda slipped out. Mari wasn't sure if he was going with that name completely, but she would be lying if it said it weren't sticking just a bit. "You're saying you'd like me to teach you?"

Well, that'd be an honor, but Mari is humble and honest enough to know that she doesn't have the proper skillset to do that. She could, however, find someone who did. "Ahm' not much of a teacher. Not with that stuff. But we've got several tutors! I could find someone who'd be willing to."

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Ah, of course! He helped caused this after all, so it made sense he would help fix it. Actually he felt a little bad that he hadn't started helping already. It wasn't what he had been waiting for though. He would once again retrieve the broom and begin to dutifully try his best to help tidy up a little. Once their efforts had started to go underway, it felt like a much better time to bring up the reason for his presence here.

"You can uh, read and write... right?"

Mari seemed pretty smart. Even if she couldn't, he figured she probably knew someone who had such an elusive skill.

"I wanted to see if I could figure out how to do that. Not all of it! Just my name I think."

WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF, Mari takes the knife lodged in the floor by the handle and yanks it out. She wipes off the blade as carefully as she could, then stuffs it into the nearby drawer. "Gonna have to tie these things shut so they can't open them so easily . . ." She softly mutters, frowning. She's so fixated on inspecting the wake of the chaos that Mari almost doesn't notice Fenrir standing there again. She double takes when her gaze wanders to him, almost as if asking, 'what?'

Oh . . . right. With another sigh, Mari looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully, taps her foot, then turns to him, folding her arms. "All right. Help me clean this up." If he's going to stand there like he was waiting for something, now she's willing to give him instruction since the immediate situation has passed.

She brushes flecks of wood off of her gown and begins to pluck larger shards of wood off of the floor. She knows she could leave this for the housekeepurrs to fix, but, she felt bad doing that honestly. They could always just do a quick sweep after these two were done to make sure they didn't miss anything.

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"Ah, gotcha."

Pot acquired. Skillet acquired. Now all he needed was water and a fire, and he could get started! He was used to more rudimentary forms of water storage though. Barrels. Jugs. Stuff of that nature.

He gives a nod to her request, handing over the containers. He could understand the desire for cleanliness though. He didn't necessarily do it himself all the time, but clean hands to prepare food sounded reasonable. What he wasn't expecting was for Nicole to activate a faucet and then create a stream of water inside. As Nicole leaves to set up the stove, he takes a moment to play with the handles and observe how they control the flow of water. INTERESTING. Super useful too.

Not wanting to delay things, he would also clean up as well.

"So you cook fancy stuff like this all the time?"

          There wasn't a lot because Nicole only truly had to worry about herself more often than not. And while she does also have a ton of non-perishable foods in the cupboards as well, worrying about things in the fridge was stuff she really only did with leftovers. But for Forest, she can make a whole new meal for him.

          She could hear him rummaging around in the cabinets looking for the pot. Well, she needed a skillet too. “Look in tha cabinet over here by my leg. There should be some stuff in there. A pot fer yer noodles an’ a skillet fer me ta do tha meat in.”

          As for her, she’s got her mental checklist. The raw meat, the noodles, the sauce, and why not? She’ll grab some sausage to cut up and put in there with it.

          Looking over at Forest, she gives a small cant of her head gently. “When ya hand ‘em over, go wash yer hands. Always wash before ya start cookin’. I’s a very easy way ta get sick if ya don’t.” She takes care to go off and do that herself after turning on the stove. And then taking the skillet and pot from Forest after he acquires them for her so he can do the same.

         “I think this is gonna be good. Spaghetti is always a good time.”

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"Old injuries."

Not that they hurt or needed it anymore. It was just covering scars at this point.

"Also I don't know? ... I took a cold bath earlier."

Yeah, that must be it.

"Why do you wear them?" She had never noticed them before...perhaps she hadn't been as keen on all the little details on the boy because she never found him to be a threat, still...

"And, why do you think it's not hot now? What have you been up to recently that might explain this?"

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"Well it usually is hot. It just... wasn't this time?"

His arm is completely fine, by all accounts. Enough so that the lad is still convinced that the water just wasn't as hot as it usually gets, despite that not being how water works.

"... Like the bandages? I always wear those."

She sets him free of her grip as she has clearly taken to the stern no none sense mother approach, and given his reaction it seemed to have worked exactly as intended.

She is pleased to see that that seems to be no damage from what skin is visible, perhaps his body is tolerant to such temperatures? She wouldn't risk it. Grumbling as she knelt down, a claw moving to gently grip his bandaged arm and lift it up. "If there are many bubbles in the water, it is hot enough. Now what happened to your arm?" She both teaches then moves on to the next area of concern, she is and will always be efficient and to the point in such matters.

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"A-ah. Okay."

No more questions asked, she was affirmative enough. His arm may be covered in bandages, hiding any potential damage that might exist, but his hand is completely free and open to the air.

One might expect it to be red and burned after that stunt, but it looks fine. Maybe a little red? Not like burned red but just flushed. Enough so that the difference in color could be imagined even.

"I just thought it wasn't boiling hot enough..."

Squints at him...looks over his arm before flicking the water off his body, regardless if he can feel pain or not, she could imagine he was not immune to scalding hot water.

"Do. Not. Do. That." Why was she being so protective over him? Perhaps it was because he had helped her at one point..or that she had grown to have a small fondness of the boy.

"You may not feel it, but I do not doubt it is still doing damage."

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@ira-sturm said: YANKS HIM AWAY

He has a slow blink going on, obvious confusion on his face. It appears that, despite dipping his whole arm in, he is in no pain. Its the arm he keeps covered in bandages. The water dripping off is obviously boiling hot.

"Hey, what's the big idea here."

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Hmm, this water seems to be boiling at a not very hot temperature. That's odd, he didn't even know it could do that.

Sticks entire arm in boiling water.