[Semi-Closed??] Welcome to the Zoo

[anotheryosuke]

Date & Time: Early October or something
Location: Unit 190
Characters: Teshigawara Naoya (anotheryosuke), Sora (heartstorage), Muzét (tetherwithme); also open to Seiichirou Tatsumi (occlusion) & co. and Kevin (senseandcecilbility) if they would like to mingle!
Summary: There is way too much shit going down in this room.
Warnings: Naoya being Naoya, stray shinigami, werewolves that aren't actually in this log

[At first glance, it looks the same as any other room, with the neatly emblazoned 190 on a panel by the door. Then you notice the cloves of garlic hanging above the door. And quite possibly a lurking presence in the hallway, but the dorm wings are pretty crowded; it's probably nothing.

> Knock
> Enter slowly
> BUST IN
> Investigate shadowy figure
> Eat garlic]

[OOC: Start threads, pounce threads, general slightly messy mingle log. Sorry for the delay!]

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[senseandcecilbility]

[The interesting thing about garlic is that it is a valuable cooking ingredient and medicine, not to mention a deterrent against impure spirits. With the right amount of sunlight, one can even grow more garlic. Perhaps...perhaps... one could even grow garlic on the moon!

It does not hurt to ask politely, does it?

Kevin is about to knock on the door when he notices the lurking presence in the hallway. Oh my, is that what the garlic is for?]

[anotheryosuke]

[Luckily for Kevin, the lurking presence(?) in the hallway turns out to be not so lurky after all -- there's just footsteps, regular as anything, before Naoya comes shuffling down the corridor with a yawn.

Being on the moon has really wreaked havoc with his circadian rhythm. He catnaps all the time, whenever he's tired or bored, and doesn't know whether he ever hits the right time to be asleep. It's kind of nice, and kind of disorienting, but he hasn't gotten around to figuring out what timezone they're even in anymore.

He skates to a stop, though, once he notices the strange man in front of his unit door. By then, he's practically run Kevin over, but luckily he's not that out of it.]

... Hm? Were you lookin' for somebody? I think both of the others are out.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He recognizes Naoya immediately. Thank heavens it is a friendly face. This way he doesn't feel too embarrassed about what he is up to.]

Not someone, I am afraid. Something. [He looks up at the garlic again. Now, that explains it.] I see you have taken our conversation about garlic to heart, sir.

[anotheryosuke]

Eh... Oh, wait. You're Kevin?

[Somehow the actual man is both like and unlike the image of him his hilariously stuffy letter format had suggested. Naoya had expected someone maybe -- you know, way older. Maybe not little old man old, but...

The thought makes him grin. He manages to keep it mostly friendly instead of outright amused, but it's a near thing.]

--Ah, yeah! I figured, I don't really know anything about this stuff firsthand anyway, so it can't really hurt!

[senseandcecilbility]

[At least Naoya is not wrong about his assumptions. Kevin is, in more than one sense, incredibly old. He doesn't miss the other's slight amusement, though he cannot identify its source. His accent, perhaps?]

Indeed, I am Kevin Cecil, sir. I...have seen you pass by a few times. In fact, it seems we are practically neighbors. [Somebody spends a vast amount of time people watching.] I say, have you brought all this garlic with you?

[anotheryosuke]

You can call me Naoya when we're talking too, you know.

[Now there's definitely more than slight amusement; the accent is actually kind of cool, but holy crap, he talks almost exactly like his letters. He's going to revise 'old' and say 'old-fashioned' instead.

How old-fashioned? Maybe from like 200 years ago? Hmm.]

Especially if we're neighbors! I didn't know you lived around here, where at? [He hasn't been people-watching so much, but only because he's not been out and about as much as usual. He blinks for a moment at the last question, tilting his head back for a moment to stare above his door.] ... Oh, yeah, I ended up with some garlic so I thought I might as well use it. It's not like I'm gonna use it for cooking or something.

[senseandcecilbility]

["Old fashioned" is very accurate as well. And perhaps a little set in his ways, though God knows he has been trying his best to adapt.]

...N-Naoya. In point of fact, I was wondering whether you would allow me to attempt to grow and even ultimately cook some of your garlic. Would that be acceptable?

[anotheryosuke]

We-ell, I think I have a couple cloves left? Maybe. Or that might be all of it, I'd have to check.

[There's something more important, though.]

Wait, you can cook? What kinda food? [Probably foreign food! Non-weird-incomprehensible-Exsilium-food.] You can still do it on the moon?

[senseandcecilbility]

Oh, that is quite fortunate! In point of fact, Mister Gilbert and I have been striving to improve the quality of lunar cuisine. Though I am afraid to report we have not achieved much, there has been some notable progress towards drinkable tea and coffee, and... I daresay, even passable cookies! Our next goal is, naturally, pastries and bread.

[anotheryosuke]

I dunno who Gilbert is, but that all sounds pretty great!

[Have you ever been looked upon as a savior by a hungry teenager, Kevin? It's totally comparable to being a messiah, natch. He's basically sparkling at you and everything.]

What kinda coffee and cookies? I bet I could get you guys some recipe ideas! For everything, I mean!

[senseandcecilbility]

[Aw, hungry teenagers. He is reminded of his own teenager's sweet tooth, though young master would never be as forefaced. Still, Naoya's reaction is rather touching. How can he resist?]

How fortunate ~ We try to make use of all ingredients we can find, honestly. [Because he would not feed base food to the wickedest soul in hell.]

[anotheryosuke]

[Today's teenagers are more candid about a lot of things, old man! Including all of their drama and their stomachs. Mostly their stomachs. At least he doesn't have much drama!]

I wanna see sometime. So, you know, I know what kinda recipes might work. Can I? [There's a definite gleam in his eye. Quite aside from the sparkle, it's a gleam that says he may keep coming up with ways to ask until you give in.] Actually, I have an even better idea. Are you guys lookin' for taste-testers, by any chance?