10-02-2018, 07:02 PM
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It was absolutely burning. Everything was burning. God, why did he even think he could pull this off? Was it the many cooking shows he watched the other day that gave the man a surge of inspiration? Was it the few cookbooks that lured him in with the three simple words of "easy to make" on the cover? Perhaps, it was the way Delilah gracefully moved in the kitchen, skillful hands knowing where what was and how much of it to put. Ren knew he couldn't cook. He knew this. But he wanted to try it out again. What was he expecting? To suddenly be good at it when the countless attempts in the past bared no fruit? Impossible. He was simply too eager to be of use to his roommate in the kitchen and due to his drive, he set the kitchen on fire. Kind of. It was clearly an exaggeration but the kitchen might as well be on fire due to the odd scent being emitted from it. His expression was twisted and shirt drawn up and over his nose, Ren began to dump out the burnt ingredients of what was suppose to be breakfast into a plastic bag. Putting the pot back onto the stove, he tied the bag, tossed into the garbage bin and opened a couple windows. Nothing was going the way he wanted. And he even woke up early to prepare something for her... Maybe even bring it up to her for a classic 'breakfast in bed' situation. But all of that and his hopes of not being a destructive force in the kitchen went up in the very flames that charred their breakfast.
Coughing, the tall man scrunched up his nose when brown eyes fell onto the small pile of cookbooks on the counter beside him. Mentally cursing at them, short brown locks jerked with his movements as he whipped around and decided to hell with cooking. Fruits it is. The safest route to take right now would be to prepare some fruits in a bowl and wait for Delilah to cook something up.
Taking some assorted fruits from out of the fridge, he took a knife and small saucer. Placing the one fruit after the other on the saucer, he cut them into bite-sized pieces. Some, like the apple and pear took longer while others like the strawberry and raspberry took mere seconds. In all, apples, pears, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, mangoes and oranges were present in the bowl. Colour wise, it was pleasing to look at- he was no good when it came to colours, too, but at least it will taste pleasant. If there was anything Ren knew how to do, it was wield a knife. Cutting up fruits was a lot like cutting off fingers or stabbing someone. It took precision, accuracy and skill to successfully make a clean cut. He did his best to not make it look like a murder scene but sometimes that much was out of his control. Are we still talking about fruits? Probably.
He's done and been through a lot.
Just as he finished, he heard the light footsteps that he identified easily as Delilah and he felt his heart skip a beat. Not for the reason one would think, but because he destroyed, completely annihilated the kitchen. Another exaggeration but part of him wished it was on fire. Then he could perish in the flames and not have to deal with the embarrassment. He was counting on her waking up a little later to give him enough time to clean both himself and his surroundings up a bit but it appears that will not be the case. Instead, the young man watched as Delilah drew closer, the counters and stove littered with ingredients and pots he burned as well as the cookbooks that sat smugly on the countertop next to the stove. His grey shirt and sweatpants both had black smudges on them as well as a bit of redness on his hands and arms where he was burned. And in the midst of the chaos, there stood Ren before the pair of small bowls filled with fruits accompanied with forks. A sheepish expression etched it's way on to his face as his shirt abruptly dropped back into position from covering his nose as he held it out one of the bowls for her to take.
"U-um... F-fruit bowl?"
It was absolutely burning. Everything was burning. God, why did he even think he could pull this off? Was it the many cooking shows he watched the other day that gave the man a surge of inspiration? Was it the few cookbooks that lured him in with the three simple words of "easy to make" on the cover? Perhaps, it was the way Delilah gracefully moved in the kitchen, skillful hands knowing where what was and how much of it to put. Ren knew he couldn't cook. He knew this. But he wanted to try it out again. What was he expecting? To suddenly be good at it when the countless attempts in the past bared no fruit? Impossible. He was simply too eager to be of use to his roommate in the kitchen and due to his drive, he set the kitchen on fire. Kind of. It was clearly an exaggeration but the kitchen might as well be on fire due to the odd scent being emitted from it. His expression was twisted and shirt drawn up and over his nose, Ren began to dump out the burnt ingredients of what was suppose to be breakfast into a plastic bag. Putting the pot back onto the stove, he tied the bag, tossed into the garbage bin and opened a couple windows. Nothing was going the way he wanted. And he even woke up early to prepare something for her... Maybe even bring it up to her for a classic 'breakfast in bed' situation. But all of that and his hopes of not being a destructive force in the kitchen went up in the very flames that charred their breakfast.
Coughing, the tall man scrunched up his nose when brown eyes fell onto the small pile of cookbooks on the counter beside him. Mentally cursing at them, short brown locks jerked with his movements as he whipped around and decided to hell with cooking. Fruits it is. The safest route to take right now would be to prepare some fruits in a bowl and wait for Delilah to cook something up.
Taking some assorted fruits from out of the fridge, he took a knife and small saucer. Placing the one fruit after the other on the saucer, he cut them into bite-sized pieces. Some, like the apple and pear took longer while others like the strawberry and raspberry took mere seconds. In all, apples, pears, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, mangoes and oranges were present in the bowl. Colour wise, it was pleasing to look at- he was no good when it came to colours, too, but at least it will taste pleasant. If there was anything Ren knew how to do, it was wield a knife. Cutting up fruits was a lot like cutting off fingers or stabbing someone. It took precision, accuracy and skill to successfully make a clean cut. He did his best to not make it look like a murder scene but sometimes that much was out of his control. Are we still talking about fruits? Probably.
He's done and been through a lot.
Just as he finished, he heard the light footsteps that he identified easily as Delilah and he felt his heart skip a beat. Not for the reason one would think, but because he destroyed, completely annihilated the kitchen. Another exaggeration but part of him wished it was on fire. Then he could perish in the flames and not have to deal with the embarrassment. He was counting on her waking up a little later to give him enough time to clean both himself and his surroundings up a bit but it appears that will not be the case. Instead, the young man watched as Delilah drew closer, the counters and stove littered with ingredients and pots he burned as well as the cookbooks that sat smugly on the countertop next to the stove. His grey shirt and sweatpants both had black smudges on them as well as a bit of redness on his hands and arms where he was burned. And in the midst of the chaos, there stood Ren before the pair of small bowls filled with fruits accompanied with forks. A sheepish expression etched it's way on to his face as his shirt abruptly dropped back into position from covering his nose as he held it out one of the bowls for her to take.
"U-um... F-fruit bowl?"
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