I wouldn't let you shove your whole-ass tongue into my mouth if I were pissed at you still.
[That, or he'd let it happen and bite said tongue off.
With his paws back on the floors, though, he makes his way back over to the stove and stirs. The good thing about things that boil in pots is that they're difficult to overcook, and maybe that extra few minutes on the stove will help make the broth a bit thicker since Rosso pretty much stirred it too thin when he was freaking out earlier. And, well, the food is done, so...
The stove gets turned off so the apartment doesn't burn down, the giant pot is removed from the burner, and Rosso makes a short march around the kitchen to grab bowls and silverware.]
Hope you're hungry. It's gamjatang — "pork bone soup". Too many ingredients to explain aloud. Potatoes, pork, napa cabbage, bean sprouts, and a whole buncha leaves, that's all you need to know.
[And onions and spices and ginger and fish sauce and— well, you get it. Point is, soup goes in bowl, and gets garnished with perilla leaves, and then set out on the counter for Adrian to pick up with his big manticore paws whenever he wants it. Which is hopefully soon, because cold soup sucks.]
The pork is on the bone, [he cautions knowingly,] do not eat the fucking bone.
[Rosso, who is a werewolf, will probably gnaw on the bones bUT LISTEN! Listen!! He doesn't want Adrian to take a bite and choke, okay?]
[Uh oh, is this how Rosso is going to find out that Adrian occasionally can't help but chew on the bones of his kills because uhhhhh-
He tracks Rosso's progress around the kitchen with his eyes (it probably feels VERY much like being watched by a predator actually, sorry) until he makes it back around to the counter with a piping hot bowl prepared just for him. Of course he's going to take it now, but he won't eat it in here like a normal person. He's going to go into the den and have it on the couch where he can be comfortable, thank you very much.]
Smells good...
[Damn good, one might say. Like, if someone asked him if he started dating Rosso for the food, he's...not sure he'd be able to say they were ENTIRELY wrong. Rosso feeds him like no one he's ever met, not since his mother was around anyway. And because of that, it's...comforting. As comforting as it is appreciated, since otherwise Adrian just flat out wouldn't bother. He'd just do his hunting and survive on that, as well as the occasional nights he goes out to that ramen place he mentioned before.
He's manspreading because of course he is, but there's still room for Rosso to come sit next to him if he'd like. Miraculous, given how much room Adrian takes up when he isn't manspreading.]
Sometimes I wonder if you're tryn'a fatten me up or somethin'.
[As long as he doesn't choke, who is Rosso to judge? Rosso's a dog right now.
He trundles over to the couch with his own bowl, stares at the way Adrian is sitting, and makes himself comfortable on the one bit of couch that ISN'T taken up by his huge-ass boyfriend. Sigh.]
No, I'm trying to make sure your feral ass doesn't starve to death. [Rosso please it was obviously sarcastic—] Besides, this is...
[His face scrunches up.]
...one of the only "normal" things I can do and not completely fuck up. This and a passable amount of guitar.
[The guitar he did not serenade Adrian with, thank you very much, the mere idea flusters him beyond belief.]
Made too much, though, so you'd better have seconds.
No fuckin' way. You never told me you could play a guitar.
[Says Adrian, resident "can't play any instruments at all". It manages to both sound genuine and teasing all at the same time as Adrian tucks in, either unbothered by the fact it's probably still lava temperature, or he's just used to it from all of his years of being heat resistant. Or, most likely, he just doesn't care.]
And listen, I might be feral, but one thing I ain't gonna do is starve. I can just hunt wild animals if I really gotta.
[Which implies yes, he does just hunt deer and shit in the forest like an ACTUAL animal. It's not unlike how he lived in Idai though, he just couldn't eat meat at all back then...which made his options for survival considerably slimmer.]
Back in Felfri... dunno if you showed up to the peace concert at all, but I was one of the idiots on stage playing music. It was a good thing until some goody-goodies crashed the party and I nearly burned the whole place down by accident.
[Rosso.]
...I don't have much experience. Just picked it up as a hobby to bide time. I wasn't the only Master who knew how to play an instrument. Ventus played this stupid chime harp thing [this is a real instrument] and Ebalon knew piano. Not like we ever played together or anything.
[Ventus was always too busy trying to use the fucking CHIME HARP to flirt with people, and Ebalon ?????? yeah.]
I can't compose to save my damn life, though. I'm not eloquent like that. Just playing shit I know or heard on the radio or something like that.
[Like trying to avoid people, for the most part. He does think he remembers hearing about it from Nanami though, he just...doubts he would have really been a welcome addition. Not that he could have really contributed anyway.
Adrian pauses to dig out a potato from his bowl to pop into his mouth before continuing, none-too-subtly letting his tail curl around Rosso behind where he's sitting on the couch.]
That's still a lot though. You ain't gotta know how to write music to make it.
[Or something.]
My, uh. My old man. He used to play guitar. [He continues, his voice a bit lower.] He'd play to get us little shits to go to bed, some nights.
[Actually, it was every night they asked. So, almost every night period.
He looks at Rosso out of the corner of his eye after a moment, the furry tip of his tail flicking against Rosso's knee while being careful to keep the stinger contained within.]
[Rosso listens, quietly, chewing on a thick piece of pork with the end of the bone sticking out between his lips. Mental notes here and there... "fair point" to the first thing, "old man, huh?" to the second thing... nothing he says aloud, just things he files away. He's about halfway through said piece of meat when Adrian asks that, and in his shock and bluster he quite nearly drops it back into his bowl.
By some miracle of reflexes, he manages to grab the bone to take it out of his mouth before it falls out.]
I guess. It isn't gonna be fucking impressive, that's for damn sure.
[Rosso honey you played at a concert it's at least that good.]
—I can't fucking sing, either, [he sputters as an afterthought,] so I'm still not serenading you, for your information. [uh-huh.]
[Not that he would have stopped him, of course. His dad absolutely sang to them, and it wasn’t like he could really sing either.
Adrian has been eyeing Rosso this whole time though, so he definitely catches the way he gets all red when he says that. Cute, he thinks as he fishes a piece of pork out for himself. For a half second he considers asking Rosso if he’s ever considered making this monster grade- you know- but decides this probably is not the time nor place.
He will wonder though as his fangs gouge the bone, rattling audibly in his jaws.]
Ain’t like I got any weird talents to trade you for it anyway. Not unless you count knowin’ which mushrooms won’t kill me a talent.
[He will not make it monster-grade because he still experiences complete blackout dissociations whenever he has to feed on someone, thanks — he'll stick with his animal meat. It's not doing anything for him nowadays, but it's a sense of normalcy and god dammit, that's what he needs, otherwise he thinks he'll go insane again.]
It's helpful on expeditions and the sort for sure. [Remember how Elrians are constantly outside adventuring? Yeahhhhh.] In the Demon Realm, there's all kinds of weird shit. Apples with aphrodisiacs in 'em, lemons that you cut them open and the flesh of the fruit is an eyeball, ferns that don't stop wriggling even after they've been cooked... shit like that. Being able to look at shit and say "that's gonna kill me" is useful.
Who knows, you would've probably made it there. Possibly.
It’s the same for Adrian, though. He hunts because if he didn’t, he could frenzy again, and he would sooner get himself killed again than let that happen a third time. He derives no enjoyment from it save the bits of serotonin his monster brain gets from the act of hunting itself, but he can get that just as easily by hunting the moths that fly into his windows.]
Ew.
[Like, what else do you even begin to say to that, fuckin NASTY
...I don't remember half my time in the Demon Realm. Maybe more than that. I don't remember if I ate, or if I lived off of the raw El Energy in the land, or if the Crimson Eye's master kept me alive, or what.
All that information comes from passing through the area when I was sane again, when Ventus carried me back to Elrianode after this group of kids saved me.
[Despite, you know, repeatedly begging to die. He remembers that part clearly, because he'd wanted to be put out of his misery when his mind started to catch up with everything again. That never happened... and he supposes it's fine now. He's here and has Adrian, so everything worked out in some odd way.]
If you live in the Demon Realm full-time and aren't going insane in a tower of your own creation, then it's probably an acquired taste thing. The ferns were fucking gross. If I didn't need to keep my strength up as we left, I'd have told Ventus just to keep walking so we could eat at home.
[Even though there's a deadly-ass stinger in that tail, Rosso finds the gesture comforting. Before he turns his attention back to his soup to quite literally guzzle the broth down like he's never eaten a day in his life, he pats it idly with his free hand.
...
Alright anyway chugging broth while he processes what was said.]
Tch. Yeah, 'cause there's no El here to blow up and cause a global apocalypse that makes my now-nonexistent half-demon blood drive me insane.
[Then, much softer, because he knows Adrian was just trying to help:] I know. You'd keep me from losing it again.
[...]
That, or you'll drive me so insane I won't be able to fucking leave 'cause I'll wanna kick your ass so bad.
[That gets a huff out of the Manticore, his tail whipping around a little more as Rosso pets it. Carefully, it would be very un-sexy of him to accidentally slap that stinger into his leg and paralyze his boyfriend for the rest of the evening.]
That's what I'm here for, yeah? I gotta keep you on your toes.
[He leans over a little, lightly bonking his furry head against the side of Rosso's.]
Damn straight. You go anywhere and it'll be me who's kickin your ass.
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[That, or he'd let it happen and bite said tongue off.
With his paws back on the floors, though, he makes his way back over to the stove and stirs. The good thing about things that boil in pots is that they're difficult to overcook, and maybe that extra few minutes on the stove will help make the broth a bit thicker since Rosso pretty much stirred it too thin when he was freaking out earlier. And, well, the food is done, so...
The stove gets turned off so the apartment doesn't burn down, the giant pot is removed from the burner, and Rosso makes a short march around the kitchen to grab bowls and silverware.]
Hope you're hungry. It's gamjatang — "pork bone soup". Too many ingredients to explain aloud. Potatoes, pork, napa cabbage, bean sprouts, and a whole buncha leaves, that's all you need to know.
[And onions and spices and ginger and fish sauce and— well, you get it. Point is, soup goes in bowl, and gets garnished with perilla leaves, and then set out on the counter for Adrian to pick up with his big manticore paws whenever he wants it. Which is hopefully soon, because cold soup sucks.]
The pork is on the bone, [he cautions knowingly,] do not eat the fucking bone.
[Rosso, who is a werewolf, will probably gnaw on the bones bUT LISTEN! Listen!! He doesn't want Adrian to take a bite and choke, okay?]
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He tracks Rosso's progress around the kitchen with his eyes (it probably feels VERY much like being watched by a predator actually, sorry) until he makes it back around to the counter with a piping hot bowl prepared just for him. Of course he's going to take it now, but he won't eat it in here like a normal person. He's going to go into the den and have it on the couch where he can be comfortable, thank you very much.]
Smells good...
[Damn good, one might say. Like, if someone asked him if he started dating Rosso for the food, he's...not sure he'd be able to say they were ENTIRELY wrong. Rosso feeds him like no one he's ever met, not since his mother was around anyway. And because of that, it's...comforting. As comforting as it is appreciated, since otherwise Adrian just flat out wouldn't bother. He'd just do his hunting and survive on that, as well as the occasional nights he goes out to that ramen place he mentioned before.
He's manspreading because of course he is, but there's still room for Rosso to come sit next to him if he'd like. Miraculous, given how much room Adrian takes up when he isn't manspreading.]
Sometimes I wonder if you're tryn'a fatten me up or somethin'.
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He trundles over to the couch with his own bowl, stares at the way Adrian is sitting, and makes himself comfortable on the one bit of couch that ISN'T taken up by his huge-ass boyfriend. Sigh.]
No, I'm trying to make sure your feral ass doesn't starve to death. [Rosso please it was obviously sarcastic—] Besides, this is...
[His face scrunches up.]
...one of the only "normal" things I can do and not completely fuck up. This and a passable amount of guitar.
[The guitar he did not serenade Adrian with, thank you very much, the mere idea flusters him beyond belief.]
Made too much, though, so you'd better have seconds.
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No fuckin' way. You never told me you could play a guitar.
[Says Adrian, resident "can't play any instruments at all". It manages to both sound genuine and teasing all at the same time as Adrian tucks in, either unbothered by the fact it's probably still lava temperature, or he's just used to it from all of his years of being heat resistant. Or, most likely, he just doesn't care.]
And listen, I might be feral, but one thing I ain't gonna do is starve. I can just hunt wild animals if I really gotta.
[Which implies yes, he does just hunt deer and shit in the forest like an ACTUAL animal. It's not unlike how he lived in Idai though, he just couldn't eat meat at all back then...which made his options for survival considerably slimmer.]
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[Huh.]
Back in Felfri... dunno if you showed up to the peace concert at all, but I was one of the idiots on stage playing music. It was a good thing until some goody-goodies crashed the party and I nearly burned the whole place down by accident.
[Rosso.]
...I don't have much experience. Just picked it up as a hobby to bide time. I wasn't the only Master who knew how to play an instrument. Ventus played this stupid chime harp thing [this is a real instrument] and Ebalon knew piano. Not like we ever played together or anything.
[Ventus was always too busy trying to use the fucking CHIME HARP to flirt with people, and Ebalon ?????? yeah.]
I can't compose to save my damn life, though. I'm not eloquent like that. Just playing shit I know or heard on the radio or something like that.
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[Like trying to avoid people, for the most part. He does think he remembers hearing about it from Nanami though, he just...doubts he would have really been a welcome addition. Not that he could have really contributed anyway.
Adrian pauses to dig out a potato from his bowl to pop into his mouth before continuing, none-too-subtly letting his tail curl around Rosso behind where he's sitting on the couch.]
That's still a lot though. You ain't gotta know how to write music to make it.
[Or something.]
My, uh. My old man. He used to play guitar. [He continues, his voice a bit lower.] He'd play to get us little shits to go to bed, some nights.
[Actually, it was every night they asked. So, almost every night period.
He looks at Rosso out of the corner of his eye after a moment, the furry tip of his tail flicking against Rosso's knee while being careful to keep the stinger contained within.]
You're gonna show me sometime, yeah?
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By some miracle of reflexes, he manages to grab the bone to take it out of his mouth before it falls out.]
I guess. It isn't gonna be fucking impressive, that's for damn sure.
[Rosso honey you played at a concert it's at least that good.]
—I can't fucking sing, either, [he sputters as an afterthought,] so I'm still not serenading you, for your information. [uh-huh.]
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[Not that he would have stopped him, of course. His dad absolutely sang to them, and it wasn’t like he could really sing either.
Adrian has been eyeing Rosso this whole time though, so he definitely catches the way he gets all red when he says that. Cute, he thinks as he fishes a piece of pork out for himself. For a half second he considers asking Rosso if he’s ever considered making this monster grade- you know- but decides this probably is not the time nor place.
He will wonder though as his fangs gouge the bone, rattling audibly in his jaws.]
Ain’t like I got any weird talents to trade you for it anyway. Not unless you count knowin’ which mushrooms won’t kill me a talent.
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It's helpful on expeditions and the sort for sure. [Remember how Elrians are constantly outside adventuring? Yeahhhhh.] In the Demon Realm, there's all kinds of weird shit. Apples with aphrodisiacs in 'em, lemons that you cut them open and the flesh of the fruit is an eyeball, ferns that don't stop wriggling even after they've been cooked... shit like that. Being able to look at shit and say "that's gonna kill me" is useful.
Who knows, you would've probably made it there. Possibly.
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It’s the same for Adrian, though. He hunts because if he didn’t, he could frenzy again, and he would sooner get himself killed again than let that happen a third time. He derives no enjoyment from it save the bits of serotonin his monster brain gets from the act of hunting itself, but he can get that just as easily by hunting the moths that fly into his windows.]
Ew.
[Like, what else do you even begin to say to that, fuckin NASTY
And before he can think better of it, he blurts:]
Dunno how you put up with that shit.
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All that information comes from passing through the area when I was sane again, when Ventus carried me back to Elrianode after this group of kids saved me.
[Despite, you know, repeatedly begging to die. He remembers that part clearly, because he'd wanted to be put out of his misery when his mind started to catch up with everything again. That never happened... and he supposes it's fine now. He's here and has Adrian, so everything worked out in some odd way.]
If you live in the Demon Realm full-time and aren't going insane in a tower of your own creation, then it's probably an acquired taste thing. The ferns were fucking gross. If I didn't need to keep my strength up as we left, I'd have told Ventus just to keep walking so we could eat at home.
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In the meantime, he has to let one of those bones drop back into his bowl because he’d started chewing it so hard that it audibly cracked.]
Yeah. It sounds rough as hell.
[And that doesn’t even begin to describe it, he imagines.]
Least here the vegetation don’t fight you when you try to eat it.
[Then after a moment, he adds in a tone that feels a bit awkward since he knows he doesn’t know what he’s talking about-]
You ain’t ever gonna hafta go back to that place.
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...
Alright anyway chugging broth while he processes what was said.]
Tch. Yeah, 'cause there's no El here to blow up and cause a global apocalypse that makes my now-nonexistent half-demon blood drive me insane.
[Then, much softer, because he knows Adrian was just trying to help:] I know. You'd keep me from losing it again.
[...]
That, or you'll drive me so insane I won't be able to fucking leave 'cause I'll wanna kick your ass so bad.
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That's what I'm here for, yeah? I gotta keep you on your toes.
[He leans over a little, lightly bonking his furry head against the side of Rosso's.]
Damn straight. You go anywhere and it'll be me who's kickin your ass.