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They can’t reach the hair conditioner. Again. And there’s no ladder in sight. The shelves are too stocked to climb up them, too. And Flarefang is at home in his pod since he nearly ruined the table again.

...Gods damn it.

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Right, the first day he can put “Faux Mekdak Ribs” on the menu! (It’s beef ribs. But they taste close enough to a Mekdak.) They’ve been marinating for the prerequisite two days, now he just has to grill them up for about an hour over low heat with a few flips and applying some honey, and he’s done!

There’s one problem with this plan, however. He can’t reach the top of the table where the darn tongs are. Not even with jumping. 

Hopefully his boss won’t mind if he asks them for a hand.

“Hey, excuse me, Mr. Balbok? Sorry to interrupt your own cooking, but you please hand me the pair of tongs on this table? I can’t reach, and er, there’s no stepstool that I can use to get to them.”

@tallorc

Balbok rubs his big chin, while standing over his pot and studying its boiling content. Something is missing, he doesn’t even need to taste it to know that. But what? Maybe more meat? If only most of the people living in Spirale wouldn’t be so icky about innards. He was being told by a customer that ‘a lot don’t like tripe’. He had to try that dish and liked it, aside of the fact how bland the spices were in it.

He’s taken aback by his thoughts suddenly. He regains his composure again very quickly, turns down the heat of his own cooking and walks over. He gives his employee a friendly smile before getting the tongs down for him.

“I’ll make sure to get you a —stepstool. Although I’m not exactly sure what that is?” A stool to step on? But, doesn’t one usually sit on stools?

“Thank you, Mr. Balbok! Oh, a stepstool is basically a small, two or three step ladder of sorts. That, or, um, just a few boxes will work.”

Cooking is a lot harder when you can’t reach most of the counter-tops, he’s discovered.

“Hey, might I inquire what you’re making? I’m guessing it’s some sort of stew, but I’m not too certain on that aspect seeing what I specialize in.”

Hopefully that’s not seen as too rude? Honestly, he has no idea how chefs are supposed to interact with each other.

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Right, the first day he can put “Faux Mekdak Ribs” on the menu! (It’s beef ribs. But they taste close enough to a Mekdak.) They’ve been marinating for the prerequisite two days, now he just has to grill them up for about an hour over low heat with a few flips and applying some honey, and he’s done!

There’s one problem with this plan, however. He can’t reach the top of the table where the darn tongs are. Not even with jumping. 

Hopefully his boss won’t mind if he asks them for a hand.

“Hey, excuse me, Mr. Balbok? Sorry to interrupt your own cooking, but you please hand me the pair of tongs on this table? I can’t reach, and er, there’s no stepstool that I can use to get to them.”

@tallorc

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“Generic meat rub, generic meat rub, generic smokey meat rub... Sheeesh, I know that people like to simplify the art of ‘barbecue’-- man that word is still weird, but I guess it’s better than ‘smoked-grilled-meats’-- but at this rate I’m going to have to recreate the spice mixtures I need from their base spices.”

“Ahahahah. And I can’t reach that high. All the spices I need are on the higher shelves. And there’s like-- no form of ladder in sight. Gods damn it. I don’t want to get yelled at for climbing the shelves as ladders again.”

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Huh. Rogue and Hunter are gone from his phone. That.... kinda sucks. Now he has, what, maybe one friend in this city? Maybe they can make more at the new chef’s job they have.....

He... would be depressed, but thinking about it-- Hunter had come back. That leaves the fact they could be back again one day. He’ll hold onto that hope and keep marching onward.

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@talvinenampuja, @portalante

“I swear if I have to slip sleeping medicine in your drinks to get you to rest I will. Don’t make me do that and get some sleep, the both of you. If you can’t take care of yourselves how’re you going to help others?”

Is he doing his best to look like an irate drill instructor? Yes. Is it working? If it wasn’t for his height probably.

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Heck yeah, he has a job now! No more starving! And he can finally purchase a new bottle of shampoo!

And... now golden ward is sealed off. God damn it. That place has the one Isoran general goods shop he’s managed to find.

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“Is it too much to ask that there not be a riot tonight...? I was planning on looking for a job in the ward tonight....”

...God he’s starving, though. He might... steal a few food items as he’s still broke. He’ll repay once he has a job again, he swears.

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Subversion Summary:

Human Ix is a nerd with his boyfriend. Ix has difficulties tracking down Blood Knight Human Ix, gets help from Rogue/Hunter. (Offscreen.) Barely manages to seal human self thanks to blood knight idiot running off again. sigh.

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“What in the gods names…? I could have sworn that much nudity got you arrested? Either way, this scene is making me think of a really bad porno with all the dicks flapping about….”

“Trust me, I would absolutely be arresting people at this point if I didn’t feel like crap. Hell, until you said something I thought I was hallucinating the whole thing. Kinda a mass version of ‘I came to my station naked’.”

“...Want to just go inside and try to forget that this is reality at the moment? I’ll make you some hot chocolate if you want....” Just get him out of this shitty porno.

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“What in the gods names...? I could have sworn that much nudity got you arrested? Either way, this scene is making me think of a really bad porno with all the dicks flapping about....”

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((Small jobless blueberry looking to do anything, will probably be wandering the streets passively making maps as that’s what he does when thinking these days. If you want to interact with the small knigit doing that, please like this post. No caps. we die like men.))

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What has Ix been doing the past few weeks? Recovering from running after their other self from that Event. Isorans are not built for speed. That long period of sprinting after his other self has left the knight feeling dead.

He’s been spending the last few weeks stretching out his cramped muscles, taking way too many hot baths, and ordering food with his now dwindling supply of funds. 

He really needs to find a new job. Damn it.

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From: Ixtharion To: All

[Text] Should I be worried that I just saw my other universe self casually beat the shit out of several Aprocrea-looking monsters while grinning like a loon?

[Text] Is this other me turning into a Blood Knight with this virus bs?

[Text] The worst part is he’s too damn fast-- I can’t catch up to him.

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Another day done, and it wasn’t one of the knights when he was first on-call. So this means he’s going home via that one Italian place to pick up a small feast.

Takeout in his back, Ix hums to himself as he jogs the rest of the way home. Opening the door, he lets out a single “I’m home!” Before padding into the kitchen.

Seeing Hunter, Ix pads over and lightly flops on his head. “Missed you, babe. Did Flarefang manage to eat anything stupid today? Oh– and I brought Italian! Three different pastas, and some other foods. Why yes, I did splurge.”

He’s going to listen to Hunter’s response, but also try to distract him with some well-timed kisses. Such as on the cheek, and a few on the neck. Including one small bite right where neck meets shoulder. What, he’s a bit of a tease.

Hunter was actually about to start making dinner when his boyfriend walks in, clear in the way he’s standing by the cabinets standing on a stool. The sheer height difference between the two of them is something Hunter used to find embarrassing, but he’s gotten used to it. After all, Ix can pick him up, which is kind of great.

“He did go at the paper towels again when I had him out here, but–other than–that, nothing really major–and you know me, always up for some pasta–gh!”

Ix is getting what he wants in distracting him while he’s talking, but when he actually bites him, Hunter abruptly leans away, weight half supported by the counter and eyebrows raised, though it’s clear he doesn’t actually have a problem with this. He points at Ix in mock accusation.

“Hey, hey, just because this is your house doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, you know.”

“Well you can’t blame me for trying, can you~? Besides, you’re always so adorable when you get... distracted.” He’s gonna stop there, just to be a bit of a tease.

“And the paper towels, huh? At least it wasn’t any bullets this time. I’m still spooked over that.”

The food is deposited on the table, an Ix pads off to get his little shit of a lizard. And some food that won’t upset the idiot’s stomach. Flarefang is resting on Ix’s forearm, eyeing the dead mice he’s holding.

“Here you go, idiot. And please stop going for things that will make you sick.”

And those mice are gone, practically inhaled by the lizard. Cue Flarefang scrabbling off Ix’s arm onto the table, going for the paper bags.

“No! Bad dragon!” And Ix has a hand lightly mooshing them onto the table. “...Could you get the silverware while I make sure this idiot doesn’t poison himself again?”

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@talvinenampuja

Another day done, and it wasn’t one of the knights when he was first on-call. So this means he’s going home via that one Italian place to pick up a small feast.

Takeout in his back, Ix hums to himself as he jogs the rest of the way home. Opening the door, he lets out a single “I’m home!” Before padding into the kitchen.

Seeing Hunter, Ix pads over and lightly flops on his head. “Missed you, babe. Did Flarefang manage to eat anything stupid today? Oh-- and I brought Italian! Three different pastas, and some other foods. Why yes, I did splurge.”

He’s going to listen to Hunter’s response, but also try to distract him with some well-timed kisses. Such as on the cheek, and a few on the neck. Including one small bite right where neck meets shoulder. What, he’s a bit of a tease.

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Ix was sitting at the store’s display work station-- where the skilled people sit to make a small show of their skills. Given, he was pretty skilled, but he still felt weird sitting here. Normally it’s be his mom’s spot, but she’s on vacation....

Eh, no big deal. She needed some time away from the turf wars here anyways.

The metalworker clips off another few loops of stainless steel, adding them with a practiced ease into a growing pile of other such links.

Hearing the door open, Ixtharion starts stating the standard greeting. “Welcome to Delta Spirale metals, were life will chan-- oh, Marji! Get off work early today?”

The generic customer service smile is replaced with a genuine one. “Hopefully none of your students were little shits today. I’m still working on that one weirdo’s request for chain-mail leg warmers. You’re more than welcome to take the seat next to me if y’ want a seat back here.”