Got work to do

[disrobes]

WHO: The Kill la Krew
WHERE: #29
WHEN: August 12th or so
WHAT: Silly domestic teenage shenanigans
WARNINGS: None yet, I'll change this if necessary




[Bet u thought there was gonna be something serious behind this cut, huh?

SURPRISE NERDS!!!

But no seriously, pal around, make threads, jack other people's threads, be as shonen as you can be, 'cause the Casa la Kill is gonna make some bad decisions tonight.

Also feel free to make your own header threads, etc, if you feel the need for stuff.]

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Kitchen

[disrobes]

[disrobes]

[A- Closed to Senketsu]

[Satsuki shows up before it's even ten AM, loaded for bear with groceries and ingredients, and makes her way toward the kitchen to unload and start getting things ready. She seems to have a mental checklist she's going over as she separates the ingredients based on what dish they'll be going into, completely focused on her task.]


[B- OPEN]

[At some point, the residents of number 29 will either wake up or come home to find that their illustrious leader has taken control of their kitchen. Clad in an apron, sleeves of her light shirt pushed up to her elbows and hair up in a stylishly messy twist, the other members of the household may be greeted warmly and then offered, with a somewhat amused look, fresh-looking cookies from a small plate.

That's right losers, she made cookies to tide you over until food. Deal.]

takes what you set up in B scenario and runs with it

[sanguineseams]

[Senketsu chuckles when he sees Satsuki after he turns the corner into the kitchen. Always applying one-hundred percent of herself no matter what the situation; it wouldn't be her if she did it any other way...though her fervor does not exactly equate to productivity that necessarily needs to be done.]

I wouldn't hope for things to stay organized if I were you, miss Satsuki. Things will get pretty hectic once things start rolling.

Here.

[He hands her a folded-up apron, just like the one he's wearing--one he bought in a futile attempt to get Ryuuko involved in cooking with him.]

You'll want this. And if you will allow me, I can tie up your hair as well.

[databoner]

...Ah.

[Satsuki... wearing an apron.

Satsuki cooking and with her hair up.

Now, Inumuta doesn't have a crush on Satsuki, unlike SOME PEOPLE in their tightly knit group.

But even he can appreciate when an attractive woman does something out of the norm, and looks very... cute. Satsuki looking cute. Fuck.]

You made cookies.

[Which is why he's here.]

[nekked]

[the smell of food has led her here!!

stumbling into the kitchen, it's more than a little obvious she had just been sleeping-- yeah it's the middle of the afternoon, so what? it's called a nap.

anyway back to what's really important. food. and Satsuki. in her kitchen. looking super fucking cute meanwhile Ryuuko's a hot mess. is that drool on her shirt? yup. it sure is.

fuck.]

Dining Room

[disrobes]

open

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Hopefully Satsuki doesn't mind he did some cooking of his own. It was the perfect opportunity for his devious master plan, involving baked goods and a certain ingredient everyone else is sick of.

After a quick stop at the kitchen, he comes into the living room carrying a cake, although it lacks the fancy pedestal. It's just on a plate, but at least he's provided a suitable knife to cut it with.]

Hey, anyone want some...tiramisu?

[He made it himself.]

[disrobes]

[Satsuki eyes the dessert, fork held to her lips, and looks between it and Sanageyama curiously.]

...you made this yourself?

[databoner]

[Count Inumuta suspicious. Sanageyama cooks, yes, but when he does...

Konnyaku. Konnyaku everywhere. Always. Without fail.

But at the same time... it's cake. Sanageyama knows Inumuta's minor weakness. He's regreted the day he revealed that secret ever since.]

Tiramisu. Really.

[sanguineseams]

[Senketsu just...stares at this cake. For a long, scrutinizing time.]








...Did you make this while I was at work?

[HOW DID YOU SNEAK INTO HIS KITCHEN FOR LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE A CAKE]

[nekked]

It's poisoned, isn't it?

[SO MUCH DISTRUST.]

[sanguineseams]

[Senketsu, despite having slaved over the stove alongside Satsuki for all these mouth-watering meals, only sits at his section of the table nursing a mug of hot tea. Can't have any of the food he just made. "Allergies", you know.

But everyone at this table knows the truth of the matter, so hopefully he doesn't garner any sympathy when he watches people eat when there's no plate of his own sitting on the table in front of him.]

[nekked]

[don't worry Ryuuko is perfectly fit to stuff her face like normal, no weird sympathetic vibes here.

she does, however, pause amidst eating to look up and flash him a cheerful smile.]

Thanks for goin' through all this trouble, Senketsu. The food's delicious.

Movies

[disrobes]

[databoner]

[Fortunately for Casa La Kill, Inumuta has an extremely extensive movie library.





Not entirely legally obtained, but whatever. As he's hooking up his laptop to their television screen, he turns to look at the rest of the house members.]

So what movie did we settle on?

[disrobes]

I think there was mention of giant robots? But you would remember the name of something like that better than I would.

[Satsuki is only a little teasing as she plops down beside him, holding out a plate with a flourish.]

Cheesecake, by the way.

Video Games

[disrobes]

Open

[bulwank]

Hm... [Holding a controller that is much too small for him and trying to play this game. What is this game even. He can barely touch one button without touching two others at the same time, this is ridiculous.]

What is the point of this game? [And why was he told to play it, he never plays videogames. They seem to have- gotten rather advanced.]

[databoner]

It's to race. You drive. You're- you need to press the button to move. It's the gas pedal.

[Dear GOD Gamagori, have you never played a video game before??]

[ironbuttmonkey]

You've seriously never played boulevard brawl before?

[Our handy street fighter clone.

Anyyyyway he's waiting for Gamagori to pick a character already, goddammit.]

Look, just- just pick a character first.

You move to the little icon with the arrows and...it's- [Reaching across with one hand to point at a button.] it's that to select them.

[nekked]

I'll explain it to yah after I win!

[totally shameless about beating someone who has no idea how to play? yes. yes she is. which is why when the countdown for the race finishes she has no problem speeding off and leaving him in the dust.

mario kart champ right here. can't stop won't stop.]

[disrobes]

I think...

[Satsuki squints at the instructions on screen, and then unpauses to continue, aiming, and...

Oh.

Well, that's oddly satisfying.]

We're meant to shoot anyone with a red icon above their head.

[skullshako]

[Froggy.

Froggy plz.

Froggy stahp.]

...maybe we should try a different game. I don't think FlarCrimson is for you.

[Not unless they got a fight stick. Because as it stands that controller is doing Gama no favors.]

[nekked]

[ MARIO KART FTW!!! ]

[skullshako]

[Gaze upon her, all ye mighty fools, and despair! For the Dance Dance Revolution Queen has arrived!

Yes there is a portable version. And yes, Jakuzure shamelessly loves the hell out of this game.]