[With a long day's preamble and plenty of time to sit and stew in his incredulity, Richie has had the time to eye up the strangest among their number and accept that these figments of imagination are a little less imaginary than he would have liked. More mellow than he'd feared, though some industrious fuck has taken out a testosterone tantrum on the potted plants. Given that most of the fuzzy ones look to be of a wisened age, he's going to pin that on the kids.]
Whipping up some grub? Gotta say, you'd be saving us all a hefty plumbing fee if you can manage something without eight gallons of grease. Wasn't looking forward to a fry-only diet in perpetuity.
[ jiaoqiu has spent about half his day trying to track down who did the destruction so he could grab them by the ear and shake some sense into them, so that's valid.
in any case, this guy doesn't stare directly at his ears or anything so jiaoqiu considers this a win. ]
Oh, certainly. There is a time and place for fried goods, but if that was all you subsisted on, your spirit would slide right out of your body. [ he sounds amused. ] You may not find this dish to your taste. Everybody I've offered some has declined...
[ because it smells really good but also like hell ]
So would the rest of my guts. You'd best hope the soul squeaks out first.
[Richie comes a little closer. The smell has a strong hook to it, reeling him in from the doorway to some respectable feet to the side, where he might peer closer at what's on offer. Hard not to flick another glance to that swishing tail, though. Nor the ears. Transgressions committed quickly and with some small reticence, a dash of guilt. Anyway, what are we looking at?]
[ it's fine, he either doesn't notice or doesn't mind richie looking at his ears and tail. he's not the kind of dude to get mad about people being curious, at least.
in any case - he's looking at a stew of some kind! kind of like budae jigae, a little, only it's got sausage instead of spam. it's really spicy! but it does smell good, and it looks like it's about finished cooking. jiaoqiu glances up at richie with his usual smile. ]
Hot pot. You're welcome to a bowl. It's made to boost your vitality, something we are sorely in need of.
[Oooh. Being as he's in Los Angeles he's probably hit up a Korean spot once or twice. Even if he didn't, the scoville scale is quite evidently in play.]
Aren't we ever. Think I'll pop out of my grave if I finish the bowl?
Thanks, bud. [take bowl] To whom do I owe the pleasure?
[ he really doesn't care what people call him as long as it's not like, shithead or something. ]
It's a pleasure, Mister Tozier. [ defaults to polite!! and good luck. enjoy that slurp, it's spicy as hell. jiaoqiu huffs a laugh at the little salute. ]
Well?
[ whatcha think. he's not a bad cook! in fact, the food is probably pretty good, it's just like getting punched with chili flakes. ]
Meanwhile Richie does about half the brittany broski kombucha meme before swallowing thickly and blowing out a huge breath. He whaps a hand on the counter and suddenly, his voice changes completely.]
Laaawd, have mercy! Ah say, ah say, this here boy tryin' to kill me with the devil's own flames, yessir! From the gates of hell straight to these here tonsils, this baby's gonna burn right up!
[It's less impression than it is wholesale transformation, like he'd shoved a little southern colonel down his throat and let him do the talking.
Richie smacks his lips and wipes the corner of his mouth. Normally now.]
Subtlety is for satire. [He smiles.] And thank you. So was the stew, really, but I can see why most guys pass on it. I don't know that I could finish a bowl myself.
You are? Huh. [If he'd said doctor he'd have a hard time buying it, but healer is a bent that just fits right. Ties in with all this mysticism. And...appendages.] Does your practice cover chili damage?
Not everybody. There are humans, like you. The Vidyadhara, who resemble dragons... Halovians, Intellitrons, Pepeshi. A variety, though the ship that I lived on was mostly Foxians.
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How ya doin'.
[With a long day's preamble and plenty of time to sit and stew in his incredulity, Richie has had the time to eye up the strangest among their number and accept that these figments of imagination are a little less imaginary than he would have liked. More mellow than he'd feared, though some industrious fuck has taken out a testosterone tantrum on the potted plants. Given that most of the fuzzy ones look to be of a wisened age, he's going to pin that on the kids.]
Whipping up some grub? Gotta say, you'd be saving us all a hefty plumbing fee if you can manage something without eight gallons of grease. Wasn't looking forward to a fry-only diet in perpetuity.
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in any case, this guy doesn't stare directly at his ears or anything so jiaoqiu considers this a win. ]
Oh, certainly. There is a time and place for fried goods, but if that was all you subsisted on, your spirit would slide right out of your body. [ he sounds amused. ] You may not find this dish to your taste. Everybody I've offered some has declined...
[ because it smells really good but also like hell ]
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[Richie comes a little closer. The smell has a strong hook to it, reeling him in from the doorway to some respectable feet to the side, where he might peer closer at what's on offer. Hard not to flick another glance to that swishing tail, though. Nor the ears. Transgressions committed quickly and with some small reticence, a dash of guilt. Anyway, what are we looking at?]
What is it? Smells pretty good to me.
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in any case - he's looking at a stew of some kind! kind of like budae jigae, a little, only it's got sausage instead of spam. it's really spicy! but it does smell good, and it looks like it's about finished cooking. jiaoqiu glances up at richie with his usual smile. ]
Hot pot. You're welcome to a bowl. It's made to boost your vitality, something we are sorely in need of.
[ haha, we're dead joke ]
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Aren't we ever. Think I'll pop out of my grave if I finish the bowl?
Thanks, bud. [take bowl] To whom do I owe the pleasure?
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[ hehe. but his ears flick happily when richie takes the bowl, and he settles against the counter so he can eat some of his own. ]
My name is Jiaoqiu. [ squints at him. ] You may call me Jiao, if you'd like.
[ he doesn't have to, but there's been a few people who have had trouble with it, which amuses him. ]
What do I call you?
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[Which is what he's going to default to without interference.]
Name's Rich. Rich Tozier.
[He salutes him with with the spoon, military style.]
I'm going in.
[First slurp............]
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[ he really doesn't care what people call him as long as it's not like, shithead or something. ]
It's a pleasure, Mister Tozier. [ defaults to polite!! and good luck. enjoy that slurp, it's spicy as hell. jiaoqiu huffs a laugh at the little salute. ]
Well?
[ whatcha think. he's not a bad cook! in fact, the food is probably pretty good, it's just like getting punched with chili flakes. ]
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Meanwhile Richie does about half the brittany broski kombucha meme before swallowing thickly and blowing out a huge breath. He whaps a hand on the counter and suddenly, his voice changes completely.]
Laaawd, have mercy! Ah say, ah say, this here boy tryin' to kill me with the devil's own flames, yessir! From the gates of hell straight to these here tonsils, this baby's gonna burn right up!
[It's less impression than it is wholesale transformation, like he'd shoved a little southern colonel down his throat and let him do the talking.
Richie smacks his lips and wipes the corner of his mouth. Normally now.]
It's delicious. You got a glass of water?
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I do. What on earth was that? [ sir your southern colonel vore
brings him water. ]
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[lore drop he really ate a tiny nouveau riche Alabamian.
Richie takes the water, nodding in thanks.]
I work in radio. Doing voices is part of the bit. What are you? Private chef to the king of masochists?
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[ a little huff. ]
I'm a healer - but since food features so prominently in my discipline, I suppose you can call me a chef.
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You are? Huh. [If he'd said doctor he'd have a hard time buying it, but healer is a bent that just fits right. Ties in with all this mysticism. And...appendages.] Does your practice cover chili damage?
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[ with no shame whatsoever, because she DESERVES IT for the stress she gives him. ]
There is a purpose. For me, it makes me feel alive.
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What's this general of yours like?
[Going in for a second bite.]
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I've never known anyone as incredible as her.
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[A half second later he grasps what he's done.]
Sorry, sorry, I don't — Jesus. I don't have much frame of reference for a fellow like you. Forgive me if I fuck something up.
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You're fine. We are both foxians. I don't take any offense from someone who doesn't know.
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[He says, having come from an extremely of its time King novel. Launders him in the RP machine.]
Is everyone a foxian where you're from? Or is it a pretty broad mix?
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Not everybody. There are humans, like you. The Vidyadhara, who resemble dragons... Halovians, Intellitrons, Pepeshi. A variety, though the ship that I lived on was mostly Foxians.
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[Okay.]
Sounds wild. We must look bland as bread and butter in comparison.
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[ doesn't correct him ]
It's true. I can barely tell all of you apart. [ is he joking... probably ]