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general texting meme
general texting meme
To kick us off with some voice testing, here's a the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, any preferences, a start, absolutely nothing, or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
To kick us off with some voice testing, here's a the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, any preferences, a start, absolutely nothing, or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
TO ACTION!!!!
[ True to her word, Maren is standing in the kitchen with one of her growing number of color coded notepads out with a pen in hand taking inventory of what all there is to work with not just for today, but in the future. She's pretty focused save for when her phone beeps, at which point she places the pen in her ear and picks it up to respond promptly. Well, as promptly as she can manage. She's still getting to this whole phone thing
and she's like eighty in spirit or something. ]SO CUTE
He had almost forgotten why he had come down to the kitchen in the first place when he spotted Maren-chan and it all came rushing back to him. Beaming, he rested his back against one of the counters, clearing his throat to get her attention.]
You're so hard working Maren-chan! What are all the notepads for for?
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O-organization, really! This one -- [ she points at the pad in hand with her pen ] -- is for shopping lists in particular. The gold one is for finances. The purple one is for notes about... things.
[ Supernatural things. She might be laughing a little nervously. He really surprised her! ]
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He took a few steps forward to peer curiously over her shoulder, amused despite himself.]
Finances? For what? Setsura is paying you well right?
[Mostly he was teasing.]
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Yes, she is! V-very well!
[ Perhaps a bit too well if her research was any indication, but arguing with that woman was... well, it hadn't been much of an argument, if Maren were to be honest. ]
I still have expenses to be mindful of. It's important to keep track of these sorts of things and there's taxes, too!
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[Sukuna frowned slightly, tipping his head to the side in consideration. Maren-chan didn't strike him as the sort of girl who would take advantage of that sort of offer, and she definitely was hardworking. Besides, she had her hands full with both him and Kaz-chan, so if anything, she was deserving of a cushy raise.
Making a mental note to talk to Setsura about it later, instead he started clearing space off of the counter, ducking into the fridge to check their supplies.]
Anyway enough about that boring stuff! Let's cook Maren-chan! I'm hungry!
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What ingredients do we need for this sort of thing, Sukuna-san?
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[His mouth was already watering slightly at the thought, and he turned back to look at Maren in amusement. She seemed so serious and studious with that notepad of hers, and he'd have to be careful to give proper and exact measurements instead of winging it like he usually did.]
Either way we'll need garlic, butter, and some sake.
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[ Shrimp, scallops, garlic, butter, sake -- the flavor profile already sounds fantastic by Maren's reckoning and she doesn't need to look at her list twice to know that they definitely have those things. Maybe a trip out won't be necessary? ]
What are you thinking for measurements?
[ Her own brain is already jumping to answer as much. Depending on the serving number and everyone's appetites -- ah, still, she keeps her ears open, listening intently to Sukuna all the while. She hasn't cooked with him before, so she's not entirely sure how he does thing. It's best to listen and pay careful attention to how he does things. That sort of information is invaluable if Miss Yamaguchi is going to task her with assisting with his meals and schedule regularly. ]
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[He hadn't asked earlier, and he'd have to keep it in mind if they were going to continue cooking together. He had always preferred having someone in the kitchen to help him out, or get underfoot. Or maybe he had just gotten used to it with the tea house and his own estate before that. It'd been a long time since he'd ever been truly alone.
As for her question... He tipped his head to the side, eyes closed in concentration, arms crossed over his chest.]
There's about ten people working tonight right? Maybe we should make twenty portions so everyone can eat and take some home if they like.
[And if they didn't want any, well, more for them.]
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Beef udon!
[ There's nothing better in Maren's opinion than beef udon shared with friends and family. That enthusiasm doesn't quite fade as she observes him, listening intently, and smiles at his logic. It's very, very familiar. ]
Did you account for the strays? Er, the extras who always show up?
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[It really was cute how excited she seemed to be about beef udon, and it wasn't like it was a difficult dish to make.
He paused at her point, grin brightening. The number tended to fluctuate day to day, and it was difficult to keep track if he hadn't worked the floor that day.]
I don't think I did! How many are we at today?
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[ Maren whips her head to look at Sukuna properly, searching his expression in that moment. He didn't strike her as the sort of person to tease about something like that. When he asks about the number of strays, though, she closes her eyes for a brief second in consideration, running through her memory of the day in triple time. ]
Three. Four would be more accurate, I think, judging by what I heard earlier, so twenty-eight portions? Is that okay?
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[Which usually went in one ear and out the other because it's not like he needed food, like a mortal might, but it was a nice way to feel revitalized and he did enjoy the act of eating. And drinking. But that would have to come later.
He hummed thoughtfully at the amount of portions they'd have to make, starting to pull out the fridge items.]
That's fine! Maybe we should make it thirty just to be even? I swear whenever it's dinner time people will conveniently come to visit...
[Not that Sukuna was complaining in the least, but it was awfully suspicious.]
Do you want to cut up the meat or do you prefer to start the base for the sauce?
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That question of his grounds her, but she doesn't quite lower her hand or put away her smile. ]
I would like to start with the meat, I think. You have more experience making this sauce than I do, so I'd like to watch if you don't mind.
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That sounds fine. Would it help you if I told you what I was doing as well?
[It would almost be like being on a cooking show...]
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Please!
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[He couldn't find fault with how she cut, and considering how quickly she was going, Sukuna wondered if it was best if she did the whole dish if she was really curious on making it.
But upon seeing how excited that she looked, he decided against it. Instead he narrated his actions step by step along with a roundabout measurement of each ingredient, showing them to Maren before putting in the ingredients one by one, including the meat.
Once it seemed like it was near completion, the smell making Sukuna's stomach rumble, he turned to Maren-chan with a grin.]
Want to test it?
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[ It's a statement uttered softly, fondly despite her continued precision and it draws a softer smile to her face for a moment. She follows Sukuna's actions and words with due care with her cutting instrument and is finished about at the same time he is. When he asks that question, the corners of her mouth tug upward. ]
C-can I, really?
[ She might even be taking a few steps to bridge the gap between them as she asks. ]
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[He hadn't gotten a chance to learn much about Maren considering she was so new, but he was curious what had made her so hardworking at such a young age. And if he should be concerned, since while it could just be her personality, but she seemed awfully serious for a girl her age.
Encouragingly, he ladeled some of the sauce into a tiny tasting bowl, handing it to her.]
Of course! I want your expert opinion on if it needs anything.
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She passed away.
[ It's all she can really bring herself to say about the matter as she accepts the bowl, trying not to look Sukuna in the face. Right to her lips it goes, her concentration foisted upon discerning the taste, anything that might be missing. ]
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[Perhaps Sukuna should have been able to guess considering it was strange to see a young girl working so hard as Maren-chan did, and now that he thought about it, he had never seen anyone come to pick her up nor had she ever had to call someone to say she was staying late. It seemed like the two of them were very close, and he set a hand on Maren-chan's shoulder.]
My condolences. She must have been someone very special to have raised you so well.
[And since it seemed like Maren-chan didn't want to discuss it, he switched topics back to the food.]
So what do you think?
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Maren takes another sip from the cup, redirecting her attention. Hmm. ]
Chopped onion. [ Sip. ] A pinch of salt. [ Sip. ] Half a dash of... garlic. [ Yes, she's certain. ]
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Oooh! We missed that much?
[Dutifully, Sukuna started with the salt since it was the quickest, before quickly grabbing an onion.]
Can you take care of the garlic?
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[ She perks a little in placing the cup down on the counter and moving to acquire the garlic. It won't take her more than a minute to work out just how much they need, and without any use for measuring cups and the like. ]
Is this your personal recipe, Sukuna-san?
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