cityofchampions | (no subject)

[it's late o'clock and some jackass is throwing various pieces of cutlery into a wall of the living area, whistling a jaunty tune.]

[someone else is baking with no lights on in the kitchen, what the hell]

[it doesn't count as a skill until you can bartend in the dark, dude.]

[what is the point of bar tending you just take the booze and you drink it gosh]

[whoops that was a vase]

[pointedly ignoring!!!]

[throws a spoon in your direction.]

[catches it in a bowl]

Do you want something?

From you? Nope.

So don't throw shit at me.

Testing your reflexes, boyo.

That's nothing you need to worry about.

If you say so, then.

[goes and picks up the shit that isn't stuck into the wall]

[watching him do that warily, still going about his business]

[back to throwing]

The hell are you doing, anyway?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Looks like you're cooking.

There's your answer.

Why're you cooking?

Because tomorrow I won't be able to do it properly.

You've a problem with daylight, now?

We won't have time to do anything after this before the game starts.

[non-committal noise, stops throwing.]

[bakin' a bake]

It'll all be rations and whatever you can hunt in the arena.

Probably eaten worse.

You ever killed your own food before?

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