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| Man, what does a guy have to do to get food around here...
[Attention Villathians, if you think your foyer being rearranged by a stranger is weird, your refrigerator is currently in the process of being burgled! ...or not really burgled. Soul's been here for a little while now but it's not like he's met everyone. Maka is really bad at introductions like that.
He pulls back from the fridge with an armload of enough things needed to feed a small army, yawning a little. After being woken up by Kid earlier, he needs something in his belleh, and your cupboard is lacking. Did you know that, Villa? Rolling his shoulders, Soul makes his way over to the counter, rolling his sleeves up.
Well, he guessed if he was staying here he might as well cook for everyone. He rummages around in the cupboard for a bit before pulling back and looking at his communicator.]
Hey, Maka, where do you keep things anyway? If I'm going to make dinner I need a pot for starters, y'know. | |
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| [ The video flips on, but it's obvious by the look on Crona's face- and the shoddy camerawork- that they don't exactly know what they are doing. The droopy-eyed teen purses their lips and furrows their brow, but not before a small, humanoid growth sprouts from their back, flailing about like its butt is on fire. ]
Crona! What the hell are you doing, you idiot?! Give me that!
No, Ragnarok, stop--
[ The tiny figure swings its tiny fists at the device, but not before pommeling the lilac-haired teen upside the head. ]
Shut up and give me that! You don't even know how to use it--
Neither do you!
You know what it's like being stuck with an idiot like you?! Like being stuck with a turd that won't flush!
That doesn't even make any sense. Besides, I was here first!
[ Crona whines, pushing back at Ragnarok, who is currently trying to pull and smash their face into various shapes. They finally manage to secure the device and keep it out of reach of the tiny Ragnarok. ]
Ugh, fine! But this is all your fault, you know! I know it is. And now we're stuck in this stupid, weird fishbowl under the ocean, soaking wet and with no idea how we got here and no idea how to get back! And I'm hungry!
I know! But it's not my fault. I-
[ They both notice a small, flashing light on the device, and realize it's already recording what was supposed to be an S.O.S. ]
See?! See?! It's been recording this entire time! Who knows who's looking at your ugly mug right now?! And they saw you whining and making such a fool of yourself, too! Gupipipipipi!
[ Crona squeaks. ]
What?! No! I don't want to be on the internet, I don't know how to deal with being an internet celebrity! | |
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