Of Culinary Delights [Catalina!]

[Marakai2.0]

Sometimes he hated living so far away from the Citadel. It made travelling to work a complete and utter drag, since he had to walk everywhere - for some odd reason public transportation had been closed to him, and he was far too short to drive anything bigger than a compact.

But he made do, leaving extra early when he had to be there for those dreadful drills. It's not like he really needed them, seeing as how he wasn't ever going to get any bigger without muscle mass being chemically induced. He was strong enough and fast enough to hold his own, but his true strengths lied not in his body, but in his mind.

His terribly twisted, eccentric and quite childish mind.

Razican Elorian stood in front of a door, staring up at it, dwarfed by it. Before he let his would-be host know of his arrival, he checked to make sure his appearance was at least vaguely civilized.

Black dress shirt, buttoned up to the last two buttons to leave his collarbone and throat exposed, a tattooed dotted line around his neck. The letters 'en He' were just barely exposed, the rest of his macabre tattoo hidden by his collar. His sleeves were rolled up nearly to his elbows, exposing the tattooed stitches on his wrist.

White suspenders clipped onto long red cargo shorts, and his feet were covered by his black combat boots. All this boiled down to the fact that, at least he wasn't naked. Socially acceptable enough for him.

His bright sapphire eyes looked again to the door, and he raised his fist to knock. "Keitheeeen. I'm heeeere." His face split with a big smile, and his arms moved behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"You promised me foooood."

[Catalina]

Keithen sits there, glasses off and shirtless. In nothing but sweatpants eating some of the food he made. Lost in his clogged up senses. Just as he was about to take another bite of the rice covered in the sauce from his tteokbokki (hot and spicy rice cakes) when he heard someone knock on the door saying, "Keitheeeen, I'm heeeeere." Then a slight pause, "You promised my fooood." Yeah that must be Raz.

He put his bowl down and gets up feeling around his his glasses on the coffee table next to him. After a moment he puts them on and go and opens the door. To see Raz. Rocking back and forth on his heels. He smiles, "Come on in." And moges back a bit allowing room for Raz to enter. "Help your self to as much as you want."

[Marakai2.0]

As the door opened, Raz smile grew yet wider - it was a wonder that the top of his head didn't simply fall off. This guy seemed perpetually happy, no matter what difficulties came his way, no matter what hardships he faced.

There were only a handful of things that could bring him down from his constant emotional high, but Raz wasn't telling anytime soon what those were. Despite his extrovertive eccentricities, Raz was famously good at keeping his secrets carefully guarded. Besides, secrets weren't all bad, were they? Surely his emotional mannerisms didn't do any harm, kept safe in the turbulent hurricane that was his psyche.

Oh! The door was fully open now, and Razican could see Keithen standing there in naught but a pair of sweatpants holding it open. He took only a split second to admire the others physique before he replied.

"Why thank you, buddy!" he chirped, his voice unnaturally childlike and high pitched. "Don't mind if I do!" His bright sapphire eyes seemed to light up as Razican beamed up at his host. He stepped light past him before turning around, standing straight with his arms now folded behind his head.

"Soooooo whatcha got, man?"

[Catalina]

Keith closes the door. He looked a the food laid out trying to remember all he made. "Spicy barba que chicken drumettes, cold noodles in chilled broth, hot and spicy rice cakes. Just to name a few. He moves over to the kitchen counter grabbing his plate a long the way, "Oh and rice of course. Can't ever go wrong with rice." Keithen takes out a plate for Raz and all he would need, forks, knives, spoons, even a cup.

"Help yourself. There's also drinks in the fridge. Unless Lladre got in here again." He hands Raz the plate and motions to the large amount of food on the counter, "Please there is plenty to go around." Keithen takes off his glasses, out of habit, and places them on their usual table. "Sit anywhere you'd like, make yourself at home. Just please don't move anything." Keithen laughs a bit.