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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 8, 2009 19:49:13 GMT -5
Hitoshi paced purposefully around the seldom-used home economics classroom, making sure that anything terribly dangerous, sharp, or shiny was out of view. (This was a beginner level class, after all.) While he wasn't especially excited about this little project, it was for a credit, and if he was going to be forced into it, he intended for it to be done right.
At the moment the room was empty, since Hitoshi had taken advantage of his free period to plan out the lesson and prepare the classroom.
Hitoshi slid into a chair at the front of the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread wash over him. His sole comfort was that Alex had agreed to attend the lesson, and even that could only bring him so much relief.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 10, 2009 23:26:02 GMT -5
Alex showed up a few minutes early, wanting to spend a little time with Hitoshi and hopefully improve the boy's mood. He wondered very much whether Hitoshi's love for cooking would win out over his dislike of people or vice versa.
He walked in, found a seat in the front row, and sat down, smiling cheekily. "Good afternoon, professor."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 11, 2009 0:29:20 GMT -5
Hitoshi smirked, wandering over to Alex's table and leaning against a nearby counter top. Despite his best efforts to banish it, seeing Alex still caused a weird fluttery sensation in the pit of his stomach, and he was suddenly very grateful for Alex, who would provide him with a welcome distraction throughout the ordeal of teaching.
Hitoshi wasn't quite certain yet how to refer to Alex, since 'boyfriend' sounded very strange to Hitoshi and anything else was either too mild or seemed to imply things were happening that Hitoshi hadn't even thought about... much. 'Boyfriend', he supposed, was the best term he was going to find for the relationship, at least for the time.
Hitoshi pushed his glasses up at the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. "'Professor', hm?" he mused. "It sounds a little dry. Do you think I could convince them to call me 'Supreme Overlord of the Kitchen'?" He grinned. It was refreshing to talk with Alex again. Though it had only bee a few hours, the stretch of classes between Political Science and Culinary Arts seemed like half of a lifetime.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 11, 2009 0:45:20 GMT -5
"I'm sure after you convince them you've earned the title you could get them to call you Muse of the Culinary Arts." Alex reached out and tapped Hitoshi lightly on the hand; he wanted to be a help to Hitoshi, but now that he'd seen him, he wondered if he could keep his attention on whatever it was they'd be making. Dragging him back to the dorms and using him as a pillow sounded much more fun, not least because he was a little tired.
"What are we doing tonight, then, O Overlord?"
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 11, 2009 1:14:17 GMT -5
"I was considering brainwashing the school and enslaving humanity, but I suppose I'll settle with trying to teach them to make a pasta sauce from scratch." He paused, shifting a little closer to Alex. "After that, we can dump the garbage they're going to make and find something edible. I found a recipe for pesto I'd like to try."
He smirked. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you to help me with things here. Having an extra pair of hands would make demonstrating things a lot easier." He nodded toward the door. "The school chef is supposed to be here soon to supervise me, but he's a bit eccentric. I don't know what he's going to try to do."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 11, 2009 1:22:34 GMT -5
"Of course not. Being your assistant sounds like less work," he teased, smiling softly at Hitoshi. It was very tempting to just stand up and hug him, if only for a minute, but he wasn't sure it would be a good idea to embarass him in front of people he would be in authority over, at least not yet.
"Pesto... ooh, I wonder if there's French bread."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 11, 2009 1:26:39 GMT -5
The door opened and a pale head of hair peeked in.
"I hope I am not too early," an... unidentifiable accent colored the voice as the dark-skinned vampire slipped in. Her hair was in a long braid, with a bun at the base which brought her hair to almost shoulder-length.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 11, 2009 18:54:41 GMT -5
Hitoshi, who had nearly forgotten that he actually had something to do, slid off of the counter and returned to the front of the room, beginning to set up a few things he would need for the lesson.
"Only a few minutes," he replied blandly. "Everyone else should arrive soon. Get an apron out of the cabinet if you actually like the clothes you are wearing."
Hitoshi himself grabbed one of the aprons, slipping it on quickly. Just a few more minutes, provided the others were on time. Who knows, he thought, perhaps no one else would show up. He could call off the classes and petition the headmaster for a different assignment.
If only he were so lucky.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 11, 2009 19:02:26 GMT -5
"Oh, I know better than that," she said cheerfully, though she did pull on an apron and checked to make sure her almost white hair stayed out of the way. Sitting at a table, she hummed softly, tapping her finger. As her head tilted there was a slight jingle of bells, though today she had forgone her usual hairstyle.
"I don't think I've ever cooked in a formal setting before," she said softly, smiling at Hitoshi. "I wonder... would it be easier or harder than over an open flame?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 11, 2009 19:16:46 GMT -5
"Uhm, unless you can adjust the temperature of an open flame, probably easier." He smiled at the girl.
"Hello. My name's Alex, welcome to Hitoshi's class."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 11, 2009 19:30:16 GMT -5
"I am Aritha, though some prefer to call me by my middle name Bianca. I imagine on a stove would be easier, but generally a new thing is always more difficult," she smiled. "It is wonderful to meet you, Alex."
She looked up at Hitoshi, raising a brow. "And your middle name is anti-social? Professor...?" A teasing smile played on her lips.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 11, 2009 19:54:31 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, too. What name do you prefer?" He leaned on one elbow.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 11, 2009 20:03:17 GMT -5
"Whichever is easier for you," she grinned, flipping her braid back. "I respond equally to both. One my mother used, the other my father uses. Now he tends to alternate between the two, so..."
She shrugged, tapping her nails against the table again. "I suppose Bianca, meaning white, would be the most logical, but Zeph calls me Aritha, so... Honestly, I really don't care."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 11, 2009 20:44:01 GMT -5
"Hitoshi Gilespi," he replied plainly, glancing back at her. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You normally cook over a fire?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 14, 2009 15:52:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, all the time," she said, shrugging. "Usually stews, they're the easiest, but I've done more than that. Pasta is a little difficult... baking bread can get interesting unless we've had time to make a small oven. Usually I try to bake as much as I can during a longer camp."
She flicked her braid back again, then tried to pin it into the bun. The tail fell loose again, draping across her shoulder. Finally she sighed and gave up, hoping she wouldn't get anything in it. Washing her hair sometimes was a trial.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 14, 2009 18:40:07 GMT -5
Thrall dashed into the room, circled around Hitoshi, and skidded into a seat on the opposite side of the room. His backpack landed roughly underneath the chair.
"Here!" he proclaimed, holding his hand up. "And on time."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 14, 2009 18:46:01 GMT -5
"So we have three. Wonderful," Aritha said cheerfully. "What does that mean about the rest? A mark?" she asked, smiling at Hitoshi who rather obviously did not wish to be teaching this class. Perhaps once things got started he would be more friendly.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 14, 2009 18:54:00 GMT -5
Hitoshi tensed, turning toward his cousin. His fingers dug into the countertop. "You--" he began, then caught himself. If Thrall was here just to heckle him -- as Hitoshi feared he was -- Hitoshi would not give him the satisfaction of letting him affect him. And in the event that Thrall was here because he was genuinely interested in cooking, or (God forbid) only because Rudy planned to attend, Thrall would be no more troublesome than anyone else.
He narrowed his eyes at his cousin. "Grab an apron and don't bother anything," he said coolly.
Hitoshi glanced at Alex and tried to convince himself that Thrall would have the presence of mind not to make an ass of himself -- any more than usual, at least.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Sept 14, 2009 19:04:16 GMT -5
Alex smiled reassuringly at Hitoshi and ignored Thrall. His cousin was infuriating, but he might go away if no one paid any attention to him.
He looked back to Aritha. "So where are you from?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 14, 2009 19:13:13 GMT -5
"Here and there," she shrugged. "Greece, Italy, Spain, parts of France... you know, mostly around the Mediterranean."
She certainly noticed how Thrall was snubbed by the other two, but they seemed to know who he was. She looked over at him with curiosity, her dark eyes appraising.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 14, 2009 19:20:22 GMT -5
Thrall rolled his eyes at Hitoshi and got up to grab an apron. When he sat down, he noticed Aritha looking at him.
"Yo. Nah, he doesn't get more friendly and I don't get more polite. Who're you?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 14, 2009 19:27:19 GMT -5
"One wonders why," she said dryly. "Aritha Kairavi. And if you are so certain he will be less than friendly, why are you here? It was not a required class."
And Hitoshi would probably prefer you were not, judging by his expression, she added mentally. Her almost black eyes grew somewhat unfriendly at his tone. She couldn't abide rude people, especially when there was no reason to be. It always set her teeth on edge.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 14, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
"'Cause I wanna learn to cook like he does. You don't have to be friendly to teach."
He looked up at Hitoshi and grinned slightly. "Besides, somebody has to make sure Rudy doesn't set the room on fire, right?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Sept 14, 2009 19:51:44 GMT -5
Aritha shrugged, flicking her hair over her shoulder again. "It helps to be polite to learn, however," she said pointedly over her shoulder as she turned back to Alex. Thrall irritated her, and Hitoshi seemed to be irritated by her, so better then to pay attention to the friendly one.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 14, 2009 20:55:08 GMT -5
Hitoshi cringed, glancing at Thrall out of the corner of his eye. "Rudy is coming?" he asked, knowing the answer already. Of course Rudy would be coming; he was blissfully unaware of his own deficiencies, and was the sort of hopeless optimist who refused to give up no matter how many times he proved he was useless in the kitchen.
"I'm holding you personally responsible for any damage he causes," Hitoshi muttered. Not that there was much Hitoshi could do about the matter; the headmistress would probably blame him.
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