..better to have people you'd hate t'see here than none at all, I guess.
[Because Adrian can only really think of one person like that, for him. Well, maybe two. But the other he'd rather not see for reasons that are far from sentimental.]
Maybe they'll know what's good for 'em and not let that happen.
[He says wryly, because he knows it's not like they'd have a choice if it ever did.]
You kidding? Ventus fucking came to the Demon Realm to come get my ass after the insanity ended. If any of those idiots somehow showed up here, it'd be him.
[Rosso huffs. No one's showed up yet, though, and that's for the best.
He stirs the pot again. By now, the curry should almost be done — the rice itself, boiling in another pot, is minutes from being finished — and so Rosso shuffles about to set some bowls in front of his workstation. In the meanwhile, everything else he's not using has to be cleaned up...]
If someone you knew showed up here... what would you do? [He asks aloud, not really meeting Adrian's eyes.]
Adrian groans as he stands like someone far older than he is, wordlessly moving to start helping collect the dirty dishes and utensils that Rosso had been using. He better not say anything smart about it-
Adrian is distracted by that question however, feeling a cold prickle on the back of his neck.]
If Mister beloved-by-all Pepper showed up, I’d kill him.
[Ah.
Hard to say if Adrian means that or not.]
…if Misha came here, I’d be doin’ all I could to figure out a way to send him back.
[Otherwise, Adrian doesn’t…really know anyone else who might come from the kingdom. Not anyone he’d know, anyway.]
[why the fuck do you groan like you're 500 years old, shouldn't rosso be doing that
Luckily, Rosso doesn't make a smartass comment about the help, though he really does want to say, "Aww, look who's being helpful for once" or something. He bites his tongue, though, somehow managing to make his expression look sympathetic as they work. "Somehow" because Rosso has resting bitch face literally constantly.]
The bitch's name is Pepper?
[Rosso, your name literally means "red", shut the fuck up.]
No fucking way anyone is really named that. You're fucking with me.
[Rosso will now conveniently ignore the fact that most of the Masters have elemental names themselves. It's fine this is fine.
Luckily for any argument he may have obliviously tried to make here, by the time Rosso's done complaining about the name of someone he doesn't even know, the rice is done. Which means dirty dishes have to wait a hot second to be scrubbed because he has to rescue food from his camping stove and scoop it onto plates.
He's pretty sure the coconut milk made it less spicy than it initially was when he first asked Adrian to taste-test, but... uh, only time will tell how much less.]
[At least that's something both of their worlds can share, people with ridiculous names that are so on the nose they just don't feel real.
But why worry about unpacking that when there's curry to be eaten? Adrian's ears perk as he watches Rosso plating the rice and curry, setting the things he'd gathered up aside to be picked up later.]
[Rosso cannot unspice the shit out of the dish, after all. Regardless, a plate is slid across the table to Adrian, and he goes about making his own thereafter.]
Don't feel bad if it's too spicy, [whoops that's the anxiety talking,] I could always make you something less... less.
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[Because Adrian can only really think of one person like that, for him. Well, maybe two. But the other he'd rather not see for reasons that are far from sentimental.]
Maybe they'll know what's good for 'em and not let that happen.
[He says wryly, because he knows it's not like they'd have a choice if it ever did.]
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[Rosso huffs. No one's showed up yet, though, and that's for the best.
He stirs the pot again. By now, the curry should almost be done — the rice itself, boiling in another pot, is minutes from being finished — and so Rosso shuffles about to set some bowls in front of his workstation. In the meanwhile, everything else he's not using has to be cleaned up...]
If someone you knew showed up here... what would you do? [He asks aloud, not really meeting Adrian's eyes.]
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Adrian groans as he stands like someone far older than he is, wordlessly moving to start helping collect the dirty dishes and utensils that Rosso had been using. He better not say anything smart about it-
Adrian is distracted by that question however, feeling a cold prickle on the back of his neck.]
If Mister beloved-by-all Pepper showed up, I’d kill him.
[Ah.
Hard to say if Adrian means that or not.]
…if Misha came here, I’d be doin’ all I could to figure out a way to send him back.
[Otherwise, Adrian doesn’t…really know anyone else who might come from the kingdom. Not anyone he’d know, anyway.]
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Luckily, Rosso doesn't make a smartass comment about the help, though he really does want to say, "Aww, look who's being helpful for once" or something. He bites his tongue, though, somehow managing to make his expression look sympathetic as they work. "Somehow" because Rosso has resting bitch face literally constantly.]
The bitch's name is Pepper?
[Rosso, your name literally means "red", shut the fuck up.]
Is his last name "mint"?
[haha get it—]
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No. It's Minthia.
[Okay his real name is Peter, but like. People call him Pepper. He PREFER'S PEPPER]
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[BOY]
No fucking way anyone is really named that. You're fucking with me.
[Rosso will now conveniently ignore the fact that most of the Masters have elemental names themselves. It's fine this is fine.
Luckily for any argument he may have obliviously tried to make here, by the time Rosso's done complaining about the name of someone he doesn't even know, the rice is done. Which means dirty dishes have to wait a hot second to be scrubbed because he has to rescue food from his camping stove and scoop it onto plates.
He's pretty sure the coconut milk made it less spicy than it initially was when he first asked Adrian to taste-test, but... uh, only time will tell how much less.]
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[At least that's something both of their worlds can share, people with ridiculous names that are so on the nose they just don't feel real.
But why worry about unpacking that when there's curry to be eaten? Adrian's ears perk as he watches Rosso plating the rice and curry, setting the things he'd gathered up aside to be picked up later.]
Is it ready now?
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[Rosso cannot unspice the shit out of the dish, after all. Regardless, a plate is slid across the table to Adrian, and he goes about making his own thereafter.]
Don't feel bad if it's too spicy, [whoops that's the anxiety talking,] I could always make you something less... less.
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[Eloquent there, Rosso. Adrian pulls his plate over, smirking.]
Yaknow that I woulda' eaten the spicy-from-hell curry too, right? Ain't like I don't like spicy shit. It just might kill somebody who ain't me, s'all.