[there's ... definitely something about the inflection of that one sentence that suggests making rice krispies ramen was not at all what Dave was intending. and that's only confirmed when he looks back down to his notebook and crosses out a few stanzas. okay, so the void takes the mention of explosions of any sort literally. good to know!]
[— wait, fuck. he should have remembered that from the time he made exploding coffee beans.]
[good work, Dave.]
Okay, well — is it cool aside from the fireworks? I've only got one more shot at this, so next one's gonna be big enough to feed at least a sportsball team of sick people.
[Best when forming contracts with the literal abyss to bring things into creation that you use very, very specific wording. The devil's in the details, they're all a very litigious and strict-reading type of civ. He has no idea who these things are or where they come from, but they can be a real pain in the ass.
The sizzling dies down though, so as a novelty, not incredibly bad. Not incredibly great either. People who are sick probably don't want to feel their throats crackling all the way down. Or maybe they do, don't ask Ryuji, he's not an expert in exactly eating healthy or being healthy or even doing healthy things.
That said, though. The egg was looks fucking fantastic. Those void chickens sure do know what's up. Ryuji learned somewhere that the best way to give negative feedback to someone is to try to offer a few positives so as not to crush them. Too bad he's horrible at actually applying that, because he meant to tell Dave that his work there looks solid.]
Baseball team.
[Let him tell you all about the Yomiuri Giants, Dave.]
Yeah, it's decent aside from the way that it kinda tries to literally attack your tongue. But, uh. Nice effort?
[He looks down at the bowl in front of him, shoulders squaring a bit.]
It's really cool that you're doin' this. Y'know, helping people who are sick 'n all. Other people mighta just shrugged it off and said deal with it, or... or something.
[he directs his gaze to the bowl, though, caught a bit off guard by the compliment. like, yeah, he's completely cool, thanks for noticing — but this whole ramen quest was sort of something he'd charged forward into doing, dragging Ryuji along with him, without really thinking about it first.]
[because there are too many sick people that he's kind of grown really attached to over the past few months. because he's already tried cold medicine. because he already tried waiting to see if Astoria would say something, or figure it out. he waited for about five minutes.]
[and, because.]
Had to try something. [his own fuck-ups the previous times he's tried saving someone notwithstanding. what he says next is also pretty candid, too, considering the really weird and sometimes missed jokes they've been lobbing at each other this entire endeavor.]
Dunno. I get that realistically, this probably won't cure anything, but if I have to pick between rapping about exploding soup or waiting for a solution, I'll always pick the sick rhymes. [well ... okay, even that awfully honest sentence is still said in a really weird and roundabout way. but the sentiment, the very protective instinct, is there.]
[and he wrinkles his nose as he chews like the thief he is — like those asshole friends who steal the crouton you were saving for last off your salad — the broth that was dripping from the egg he just rudely yoinked from the bowl crackling in his mouth. yeah, okay, next time, he definitely won't be making any mention of flavor explosions or meaty bursts.]
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[there's ... definitely something about the inflection of that one sentence that suggests making rice krispies ramen was not at all what Dave was intending. and that's only confirmed when he looks back down to his notebook and crosses out a few stanzas. okay, so the void takes the mention of explosions of any sort literally. good to know!]
[— wait, fuck. he should have remembered that from the time he made exploding coffee beans.]
[good work, Dave.]
Okay, well — is it cool aside from the fireworks? I've only got one more shot at this, so next one's gonna be big enough to feed at least a sportsball team of sick people.
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The sizzling dies down though, so as a novelty, not incredibly bad. Not incredibly great either. People who are sick probably don't want to feel their throats crackling all the way down. Or maybe they do, don't ask Ryuji, he's not an expert in exactly eating healthy or being healthy or even doing healthy things.
That said, though. The egg was looks fucking fantastic. Those void chickens sure do know what's up. Ryuji learned somewhere that the best way to give negative feedback to someone is to try to offer a few positives so as not to crush them. Too bad he's horrible at actually applying that, because he meant to tell Dave that his work there looks solid.]
Baseball team.
[Let him tell you all about the Yomiuri Giants, Dave.]
Yeah, it's decent aside from the way that it kinda tries to literally attack your tongue. But, uh. Nice effort?
[He looks down at the bowl in front of him, shoulders squaring a bit.]
It's really cool that you're doin' this. Y'know, helping people who are sick 'n all. Other people mighta just shrugged it off and said deal with it, or... or something.
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[he directs his gaze to the bowl, though, caught a bit off guard by the compliment. like, yeah, he's completely cool, thanks for noticing — but this whole ramen quest was sort of something he'd charged forward into doing, dragging Ryuji along with him, without really thinking about it first.]
[because there are too many sick people that he's kind of grown really attached to over the past few months. because he's already tried cold medicine. because he already tried waiting to see if Astoria would say something, or figure it out. he waited for about five minutes.]
[and, because.]
Had to try something. [his own fuck-ups the previous times he's tried saving someone notwithstanding. what he says next is also pretty candid, too, considering the really weird and sometimes missed jokes they've been lobbing at each other this entire endeavor.]
Dunno. I get that realistically, this probably won't cure anything, but if I have to pick between rapping about exploding soup or waiting for a solution, I'll always pick the sick rhymes. [well ... okay, even that awfully honest sentence is still said in a really weird and roundabout way. but the sentiment, the very protective instinct, is there.]
[anyway, Dave chickens chicken, chickening chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken, chickening chicken chicken chicken chicken.]
[and he wrinkles his nose as he chews like the thief he is — like those asshole friends who steal the crouton you were saving for last off your salad — the broth that was dripping from the egg he just rudely yoinked from the bowl crackling in his mouth. yeah, okay, next time, he definitely won't be making any mention of flavor explosions or meaty bursts.]