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Chase chose to go with a more savory dish rather than something sweet as he assumed some of the other workers in the company might bring. Too many sweets could make him, along with most, feel sick. He made a large dish of a classic. Creamy carbonara pasta. He received the noodles from a local place in the city that makes it fresh, better for that al dente bite. Mixed with the pasta was a creamy sauce made from eggs and cream mostly, pieces of tender bacon, fresh garlic, and parmesan. Once the dish was topped with fresh parsley, it was ready to serve for the picnic.

He honestly couldn't tell if he was interested or dreading seeing what the others bring. Oh, well. Only time will tell.

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So. A bouquet…of herbs.

Weird.

Basil appreciated the aesthetic value of threads, honestly he did. Like every other flower and plant, he thought they were beautiful in their own way, but a rush order of a bouquet of herbs was possibly the most perplexing order he’d ever received.

Still, it was all there - the thyme, the rosemary, the basil, and more - all wrapped neatly so that it would survive the journey on his bicycle. He rode to Terrace Apartments, quickly locked the bike up outside, then made his way up to the apartment. It was his last order of the day, so he could afford to take a little time.

He knocked on the apartment door, glancing at his watch as he waited.

It was late in the day and Chase was winding down. He would plan to do this by making a nice dinner (or as nice as he could with the condition of the stove) for himself... And Penny he supposed. She was out for the night so he figured that now would be the perfect time to do a little cooking. He wouldn't be boggled with questions or annoyances.

He was making some chicken with a nice herb salad on the side. It turns out that he had enough for the salad but not enough to top off the chicken. Well, shit. The chicken just began cooking and if he left, the apartment would be in flames. If he let it finish cooking, it would be cold by the time he came back home. He could realistically reheat it but he liked to taste test things when they're freshly made.

Chase paces back and forth frantically thinking what to do. Like his rushed thoughts and pacing, he came up with a solution just as fast. He vaguely remembered there was an advertisement for that Urban Garden place! They had to have herbs of some kind, right?

He quickly dials up this place and orders a bouquet. Not just any bouquet, one filled with herbs. The front clerk sounded perplexed, to say the least, but he didn't have time for stupid questions! He made it very clear what he wanted as...nice as he could so the clerk wouldn't hang up on him.

The deliverer couldn't take any longer. He would be in a retirement home before the damn herbs came. When Chase heard the knock at the door, it was like a choir of angels coming to his rescue. Just in time too as he shut off the heat and moved to answer the door.

"Ugh, took you long enough. Where do I sign?" he asked already reaching for the bouquet.

Kindred Spirits || Chase & Basil

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Frey stretch her arms as she looked up at the stores clock, making her smile and cheer. 

“Lunch time!” 

She happily hung her apron in her locker and took her lunchbox out, she was excited to eat her homemade food. It’s been a while since she had cooked after all, but more importantly she’s excited to eat the apple tart she baked for dessert. 

She walked to the couches on the first floor and placed her lunch on the table, unraveling it to reveal… Something that does not look edible at all, beside her delectable apple tart. 

“Bon appetit~!”

She says happily as she begins to dig in to her “lunch”, before she was stopped by a loud cough behind her.

It was lunchtime and as much Chase detested going to the lounge to eat, it was the closest place and if he was lucky, he could find an empty table. He brought his own lunch, something simple since the stove and oven were always faulty somehow in the apartment.

Whistling softly as he made his way to the lounge, he took a good look around. Since it was the middle of rush hour, the place was packed with people. Surely there had to be an open seat somewhere, even if that meant he had to make light conversation.

He approached some green haired chick to see if she would let him sit there. He cleared his throat to grab her attention. "Excuse me, can I--" When she turned around and he caught sight of something on her table, maybe she called it lunch, he couldn't help but comment on the appearance. 

"What the fuck is that?"

Rice to meet you! || Frey & Chase

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It was an effort to make friends with everyone in the restaurant, but Manna was darn determined. Though her stove barely worked, her fridge was faulty, and her electric mixer had broken in the move, she set herself to making some creative muffins to take into work.

Flavored like orange, with fresh rinds in the dough, and kissed with cinnamon and brown sugar, they were a specialty of hers back home during their local cooking festivals, and they came out as well as they could, given the situation she had to work in. Maybe one day her landlord would actually fix the terrible state of her house, but until Manna was ready to confront him, she’d make do.

She sat in the break room at The Red Snapper, waiting for her shift to begin, and when a blond man entered the room she beamed at him. “Hey, Chase, right? I don’t think I’ve ever introduced myself! I’m Manna~ I moved here a couple of weeks ago~ Do you like muffins? I’ve brought some! They’re orange! Fresh, too~!” Rambling, as always.

He didn't have a goal to make friends, especially not in the workplace. Chase was there to do his job, nothing more, nothing less. That's what he's expecting to do when he heads into the restaurant break room but is disappointed as always when someone approaches him.

He narrows his eyes down to the woman. He thought of people as nothing but an annoyance. Kind of like a pesky bug or one of those rats in the shit apartments. Where was the exterminator when he needed it?

However, she seemed to be really trying here. She didn't seem evil enough to put rat poison in the food so there was no harm in trying it. He hesitantly reached out for one and took a bite of it, chewing it slowly, and observing the muffin itself. It tasted okay overall.

"Well, first of all, there's a little bit of excessive amount of peaking in the center, the crust has a few cracks and is a little dark. It's a little hard to see at first but something to watch out for," he waved the muffin around, "Watch your oven temperature next time." He had more notes to add but he’d like to see her reaction to his first set of comments. 

Tart and Sweet || Chase & Manna

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From the moment that Chase began bringing his boxes inside, Penny hadn’t been quite sure how to interact with him. He’d been a little gruff in the emails they exchanged leading up to the date, and now here he was! Frowning! But very real!

Penny realized somewhere within the first twenty minutes that she had no idea how to make friends.

“Umm…” She tucked her hair behind her ear and tilted her head to the side, shyly smiling at Chase as he passed her with another box. “I hope your bedroom is an okay size! I-I’m sorry it doesn’t have a private bathroom, but I never take much time anyway in the mornings! Would you like some lunch? I could maybe make us sandwiches?”

Today was the "big" moving day and Chase wasn't the most social person. He didn't really want to live with anyone, but in reality, it would be better for him in the long run to room with someone to save money. In the emails he sent, it may have seemed quite curt and gruff, but he wasn't one to waste time so he kept his messages short and to the point.

Up until this point, he was ignoring almost all of what she was saying and instead, was handing her boxes mindlessly. That was up until she mentioned food. "That's cute, but I can make the sandwiches." It's not that he doubted she could make a decent sandwich, well, actually, it kind of was. There was the regular sandwich, then there was his sandwich.

In his hands, he held the last box. He walked in and shut the door with his foot. Setting the box down and sighing, he rested his hands on his hips then his gaze darted toward her. "Penny, right? What ingredients do you have?" he asked, already walking over to the fridge and cabinets to investigate.

Happy Move In Day || Chase & Penny

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I2I || Freya and Chase

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Normally, Chase would be bothered about having to go out of his way to see someone. He didn’t bother with pleasantries on a day to day basis. He would rather avoid these types of situations. In this case, however, there was an exception. It was the president who asked to see him. 

Despite his usual attitude, he wasn’t really one to get in trouble. When it came down to authoritative figures, he was polite enough to slip out of a Saturday detention. 

A handwritten pass on a pink slip was clutched in his hand as Chase made his way to the student government office. He wasn’t sure if knocking was the thing to do or just enter. Using his better judgment, he knocked on the door that enclosed the office. He waited for a moment then swung the door open and let himself in.

"Freya? You asked to see me?” He raised a brow.

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Emiko shook her head a little bit, “Stop worrying about Jamie…!” She whispered to herself, hoping the person taking her order didn’t hear.

“So sorry…!” Her own social awkwardness was now causing her to blush a bit, and she quickly looked over the menu, hoping not to hold up the line much longer. “Could I get a vanilla cupcake, please?” Emiko inquired in her best polite voice.

His interest piqued at the mention of Jamie. It was probably not intentional but Chase definitely heard that Gods forsaken name come out of this girl’s mouth. He would ask more on the subject but it would be inappropriate since he was technically still on his shift.

The worst part about being upfront when he was supposed to be in the back was that they forced him to smile. Or at not intimidating and ready to kill someone with looks. Chase forced out a smile. It was genuine enough to look believable but internally felt tense and uncomfortable.

“Sure, that’ll be $2.50.” 

Thankfully, there were already cupcakes made and ready to disperse. Chase was able to grab one, a napkin, and a sheet of wax paper and hand it to the girl. He sighed as the girl left the counter. Only a couple more customers to deal with until he could go on break.

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That break couldn’t come fast enough but when it did, he was relieved to finally let go of that fake smile and semi-friendly front. Chase ran his fingers through his hair and saw the same girl who mentioned Jamie still sitting at one of the tables.

Back into his stiff state, he approached the girl with hesitation and caution. A part of him was yelling to turn back and she was going to think of him as creepy or even worse, she could have thought he was hitting on her.

“...Jamie pissed you off too...?” he mumbled just audible enough for the girl to hear as he awkwardly hovered near her table. Goddess is this what dying feels like? 

Soft Spot II Emiko & Chase

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Gill sighed heavily through his nose. What was he supposed to call Chase? His father did not raise him to use harsh language against his peers, and it felt like this might have backfired on him this time.

“And Wheezy the best you could do?” Ha! Nailed it! Okay, so, he did not ‘nail it,’ but Gill was not for crushing his own dreams.

“I suppose not. Would you like me to choose a harsher name?” he scoffed. 

Chase had a whole list of names he could probably use. He was being considerate for once. Goddess knows how Gill would react to being called one of his choice words. He would probably go on crying to someone and have his father sue. 

That was the thing that Chase hated about some of these people that attended. Stuck up or sensitive. Sometimes both. One could call him envious of others, but that wasn’t entirely the case. Simply put, having no tolerance for self-righteous attitudes.

Gill was the epitome of what annoyed him. As someone who had to work all his life and came from a shitty background, seeing someone like Gill be in the exact same place he was without having to lift a finger (or so he guessed) made him want to heave whatever meal he had last.

“How about we just stop talking?” Thinking more about this topic made him lose any appetite he might have had beforehand so silence would b better than any meaningless words he could try to cram into that thick skull of his.

This would probably be for the best and their lunch break would be over soon anyway.

Chill but with no chill || Gill and Chase

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     【☀】~ His sharp tone had a way of making Lillie feel incredibly silly and small, and she couldn’t help the nervousness that came over her when he levels her with that cold look of his. She’d done nothing wrong – she knew that – and yet somehow, she couldn’t help but feel that she had.

      “Er… not-studies, then. Okay.” At that moment she wants nothing more than to leave the box and head out to go get the rest, not just because she promised to, but because she felt as though her general presence was bothering Chase. Annoying and inconveniencing people was the last thing she wanted to do, and Lillie always tried to do whatever she could to keep others happy. Not rock the boat.

      But this particular boat had been shaky ever since she stepped foot in it, and she had no idea how to even it out.

      “…W-wait, what?” She had been ready to leave and get out of his hair, but his comment gives her pause. Pet…? Now there were a lot of things Lillie let slide off her back, but this wouldn’t be one of them. “That’s… that’s not it at all! I was just doing this to help out, that’s all…”

      Lillie knew about the negative stigma associated with ‘teacher’s pets’, those types of students being seen as nothing more than suck ups and opportunists by their peers. That wasn’t the sort of person she was, though. She helped simply because she liked helping others, and had no ulterior motives in mind when she did it.

      Even if it was something that ultimately didn’t matter to him, she still wanted to try and get her point across. She didn’t want him – or others – to have the wrong idea about her.

“Did I stutter? No, that was you.” He shifted in his seat to face her and snickered. “Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

If there was anything he learned, it was that nothing in this world comes for free. That could be both negative or positive consequences. Either way, it still sickened him to his core. This girl didn’t appear above any of that so he wasn’t going to treat her as such.

He knew her from his history class but he didn’t bother to even associate himself with her inside or outside of class. Chase only received a small dose of her personality from her demeanor in class, but that was enough, perhaps even too much for his liking. Lillie’s first impression struck him as one of those students who care far too much about their rank in class. The need to feel validated through grades and academic standings. He knew quite a handful of people like that. Idiots.

Sure grades were important, especially in a prestigious school like Harvest Academy, but no need to destroy oneself over it. Those standings only help to get a higher education, other than that, ranks meant nothing to him. 

“If you really feel obligated to be a slave to the school system, then you should be on your way. I’m sure your trusty advisor is waiting for you. Your class rank is being endangered as we speak.” His words although having a monotonous tone were laced with hate and disgust toward the corruption that is high school. Maybe it wasn’t too late for her to get a reality check. Very doubtful though.

Hi Hello || Chase & Lillie

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See, it was already too much to have someone intrude on his space like this. It was even worse that this guy didn’t seem to mind, and started setting up like there wasn’t some kind of private haven he was disturbing. Hell, he wish the guy just read the mood and left; it’s not like Jamie was going to stay all night or anything. Well, Jamie supposed that it wasn’t off limits to cook in the kitchen with another person. He couldn’t object either way. So long as this guy stayed out of his hair and kept to his own business, Jamie supposed he could tolerate the sound of an extra pan sizzling away.

Flipping his shrimps and scallops, he relished in the flames that roared from his pan. Adjusting the heat accordingly, he was rather focused on getting the scallops to glaze gold before tossing in the pasta. It needed to be perfect. Just like everything else he had done up to this point. He wouldn’t accept anything subpar, especially if he was eating this for the rest of the week. The blitz of light that came from the panfire lit his eyes up for a moment. Then those eyes were back to a sharp ice blue, like knives shaving through ice.

He could feel the heavy creases between his brows grow deeper, as the guy finally piped up. Tsk. It was only inevitable. He knew it was too good to be true to share a kitchen in silence with another student. “Hmph. Can’t you pick another dish? Don’t see why pasta has to be the first on your menu.” He shot the guy another grating glance, before continuing to flip his pan fry with ease. He absolutely didn’t want to share, but it’s not like the wine and the pasta were his. Damn.

“And besides, you have eyes, don’t you? Hand’s a little preoccupied at the moment” Jamie flipped once, just for emphasis. Picking up the bottle of olive oil in his free left hand, he waved it in the guy’s face tauntingly. “The other’s for the oil.”

Blowing his bangs out of his face, Jamie graced the dullest deadpan expression he could manage. “If you can’t come up with any original ideas, how’s about you take a bite out of the extra baguettes in the back and leave?”

Was this guy serious? He was a pasta hogger. Fine. This whole “nice” thing was short lived. If this guy wasn’t going to give him the pasta because his hands were full, then Chase would grab it for himself. After all, no one in this world did things selflessly, not even if it was to pass him a couple of ingredients. Plus this guy couldn’t complain that he was taking his personal ingredients because Chase knew very well that those ingredients, the pasta and wine, were most certainly not his.

“Can’t you be considerate? I guess we’re both disappointed. Don’t see why you have to hog the pasta.” His violet eyes met the other guy’s icy blue ones, not in an attempt to stare him down, but instead trying to figure out what the hell was this guy’s problem. 

He reached over and grabbed the pasta box. With his other hand, he grabbed the wine bottle. Clearly, this guy wasn’t using it at the moment, so Chase took it as free reign. Hell no he was not about to leave the kitchen. Chase already had a set plan and he always came during this time. Why now, out of all times is he finally seeing this guy? Way to add insult to injury.

As he headed back to his rightful station, he called back to him to get that last word in. “How about you grab some clips or something to keep your hair out of your face? Maybe your dish will taste better if you can see what you’re doing.”

Cooking was the one thing he knew he was good at. It was his passion. This other guy was probably just making food for the hell of it or for lunch later this week. To Chase, it was an art. He couldn’t expect him, or anyone else really, to have the same amount of ardor for this as he did. Just because this guy just randomly shows up and cocks a bad attitude with him, doesn’t mean that Chase would allow his sourness spoil his course. 

Chopped S36E1 || Jamie &Chase

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What. An Asshole.  If the teacher wasn’t about six feet away from the two, Komari would had just decided to teach this jackass a lesson. Seriously? This Chase was someone with a bad attitude, and perhaps low key racist. Or so, Komari thought by his mercury statement. He might not be, but it was a rough start already. “Well it’s wonderful to meetcha, Chase.” Her words were like daggers to that statement, as she icily added along to his retort. The girl already dreaded the next hour already. And wanted to talk to Miss Clementine about just w h y she was paired up with someone as troublesome as this guy? Maybe he’s not so bad, but it’s hard to look on the bright side of things when you’re paired up with someone you barely met and he’s causing issues already. “So….whatcha makin’?” 

Why did she feel the need to be so passive aggressive?  Her words ran over him like ice so he did just the same to her.

“At least one of us feels that way,” he narrowed his eyes down at her. Those words were obviously sarcastic but he acted as if he didn’t take notice just to let it get under her sin.

“Flan,” he stated cooly.

He needed to get a thermometer for the caramel sauce, but could she be trusted? She didn’t know where a thermometer would be and it wouldn’t be for long. Don't make me regret this.

“I have to get a thermometer for the caramel. I’m trusting you to watch this so it doesn’t burn,” he eyed her.

Chase turned his back and went to look for said kitchen tool. Turning his back was a mistake though. He had smelled something burning and his first thought was: No.

Chase whipped around to see the caramel bubbling over and out of the pot. He didn’t even know it could do that! He could not believe she let it burn. He couldn’t believe he trusted her with this!

“Komari, what are you doing?!” he waved his arms in the air and turned his attention to the burning caramel, switching off the heat.

HELLS KITCHEN||Chase &Komari

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How was the grumpy chef boyardee doing since the wild party? Who knows. Time to find out then.

As much as she still felt a little bit burned from Chase rejecting her offer back then, she still appreciated him as a “friend” if one could him that, so she made sure to pay someone to bake some cookies especially for him. Goddess knows she can’t cook and she wasn’t about to kill Chase over an itty bitty grudge. After picking up the batch of Spider Cookies, that were carefully tucked away within a transparent Tupperware container, Julia went over to Chase’s dorm to knock on the door and wait for him to answer instead of barging in like she would with anyone else she knew.

“Happy Halloween, Simmons!” she chirped loudly, shoving the container into his hands while smirking at him. “Gotcha a gift that I paid good money for, so you better eat them.”

Getting any visitors at his dorm was a surprise. Opening the door and seeing Julia was even more of a surprise. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of ‘What do you want this time?’ because that’s the very least he expected from people these days. Chase was cut off by her shoving a Tubberware container into his hands.

She was awfully cheery today. Last they left off on awkwardish terms. Normally, he would say no to food or accept it but never eat it. Since she was doing a nice gesture, he opened the container, muttered thanks, and took a bite of one. It was mostly so she wouldn’t accuse him of being ungrateful or something. 

“Oh, you paid for these? No wonder they’re actually edible,” he commented. He was joking. Partially.

Halloween Cookies || Julia & Chase

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Molly stared blankly up at Chase as he replied to her words, though almost all of it went in one ear and right out the other.  A whole lot of blah, blah blah hen he’d said the most important bit at the start. Finally, once he stopped sassing her, she leaned forward in keen interest, cocking her head.

“Are you like, a Pokemon or something? I mean, its your name,  yo’ll sound even more like an ingrate if you keep saying it.”

“You say that, but it’s not like I’m making you stand there jabbering like a dumb ass, it’s all on you.” She shrugged lazily, tapping her fingers against the tabletop one b one. “’Sides, we both know I’m better than whoever you usually talk to… or do you talk to anybody else? I heard your closest friends are ol’ leftie and rightie.”

There was a long pause.

“I think that’s the last weird joke I got right now, sorry.” Well, there was always the classic of comparing weird as seen on tv kitchen accessories to sex toys. That was like, the gift that never stopped giving.

He stared at her blankly. He didn’t understand half the nonsense she was talking about. Or maybe that’s because he managed to tune her out. She had said something about talking to other people. That false claim she made amused him. “She was better than who he usually talked to.” Sure, if she wants to entertain herself with that thought then she could go right ahead. 

“Yeah...” was all he could think of to respond to her weird comment. He should probably leave now. Chase wasn’t sure how much longer he could take her tantalizing comments before doing something that he would seriously regret.

“For both our sakes, I hope we don’t cross paths in the future,” he said with a wave of his hand not bothering to look back.

Caramel Onions for “Charity” || Open to Multiple

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      【❧】~ A huff. “Not like that makes it any better. I mean, I get being annoyed by some people more than others…” Rosetta had a few people on her list, herself. “But there’s this little thing called professionalism, yeah? Treating the people you dislike worse than the others is just as bad as favoritism if you ask me.”

       The clinking of her fork against the inside of her bowl sounds out in the mostly silent restaurant, the blonde glaring down at her salad as she shifts the potato chunks around. “But enough about him–” Reddish-brown eyes shift up to glance at the boy across the table, “What about you? Heard some stuff went down between you and that some girl at the faire.”

      She snorts, stabbing her fork into another potato. “You may be an ass, but I didn’t take you for the type to get into actual fights. It seemed, I dunno, above you. Not worth your time.”

He felt her eyes land on him and he looked up from his less than mediocre salad. Oh. The faire. She opened that can of worms. He threw his fork down and sat back with his arms crossed over his chest. Suddenly, he lost his appetite.

“Please. I did not get into a fight with that imbecile,” he huffed, “Tch. It was a waste of time, really. This girl who always starts stuff, just to spite me, was causing trouble right when she joined my group. Long story short, we were trying to get her into the boat for points so Mr. Price wouldn’t chew us out, she refused, so Vaughn dragged all of us on, the girl ended up getting out of the boat and she fucking licked me.”

Goddess, recounting what had happened at the faire was almost as bad as the faire itself. Fucking Molly knew how to get right under his skin and it made him want to tear his hair out.Why did she have to be such a nuisance? Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. What a nightmare.

Spilling the... Soup? || Chase & Rosetta