First Study Session

[lockdownmods]

The second week is almost over and it seems as though maybe things will be just fine. You wake on this Friday as fine as any other. And even as you go through the Dormitory, everything seems to be just fine.

But once you step outside...

You've been waiting for this to happen, you were warned from the beginning that it possibly could. And yet, you'd hoped that you wouldn't have to worry. That everyone would stand strong, together against this stupid test.

Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case.

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POST INVESTIGATION FOOD TIME

[swordsinternally]

[ After the investigation is all said and done, Shirou plans on making breakfast because dear god does he need a distraction, not to mention that he's not certain he's in the mood for cafeteria food today so he's going to put his all into making... a lot.

He's doing enough to make breakfast for the whole class on his own and it's actually pretty efficient, too. Of course, he's noted preferences, so there'll be more meat for the meat lovers and less of it for the vegetarians, etc.

He won't stop anyone from helping out if they'd like to, of course, but he's pretty distracted right now.

Who wants breakfast? ]

[covertizer]

[ Akira wants breakfast. He's just gonna... appear, quietly, from one side with a plate and stare at all the food a little blankly.

Before he just piles some waffles on his plate like he's on autopilot.

He's fine. ]

[swordsinternally]

Try not to drop the waffles, Kurusu.

[ He's worried, but he thinks that it would probably be better... just to leave him be for now. Shirou isn't exactly the best at comforting people given that he's a mess himself, but. This is the best he can do.

For now, anyway.

He can deal with the rest a little later. Maybe tomorrow, once they've found the bastard that did this. ]

[covertizer]

I'm not going to waste food, don't worry.

[ He can't catch killers on an empty stomach. And, y'know. Waffles.

They're good. ]

[swordsinternally]

Well... good. I'd probably be more concerned if you did.

[sendintheclown]

You should've baked a cake, you know!

[It's a pool party after all.]

[swordsinternally]

It's not the time for a cake.

[ His voice is tense as he glares at the clown with what seems to be anger. Frustration. Emotions boiling in. ]

[sendintheclown]

Why not? You always celebrate with cake!

[swordsinternally]

We aren't celebrating anything. Someone was just murdered. You don't celebrate something like that-- you mourn. If you can't understand that much, get out of the kitchen.

[throwabookatit]

[ Ohhh, a distraction right now sounds wonderful. Hello, here's an extra pair of hands, Shirou. ]

Have you eaten yet?

[swordsinternally]

Yeah, I had some ochazuke before preparing all of this and was planning on eating proper after I finished...

[throwabookatit]

[ She nods, once. As long as he has. But... ]

Would you mind some assistance? Something to do with my hands right now sounds- well, it sounds very good.

[swordsinternally]

No. [ Shirou shakes his head, managing to keep his voice steady. ] I don't mind it at all.

[buriedearth]

[ When Terra's in a bad mood, you know what helps him somewhat? Eating good food. So, you know, he's here for breakfast even if other people might not be.

He's sticking shit up like there's no tomorrow on his plate, wow. ]

...Thanks for the food, Shirou.

[ He has to say so -- it'd be rude not to. ]

[swordsinternally]

Don't worry about it, Terra-san. I hope it tastes alright, at least.

[ He's actually not all that worried, but then again he's not used to making waffles in the slightest bit. ]

[buriedearth]

[ For a moment, he just literally started to stuff his face a little. Yep, he wasted no time digging in, and he tries to say something before he realizes his mouth is full...give him a minute to swallow. ]

I think it tastes real good. Who taught you how to cook?

[swordsinternally]

I'm self taught, actually.

[machrophage]

[Meat meat meat thank you Shirou. Is there anything but sausages on this plate? wait no there actually is one waffle buried at the bottom, with a bit of jam and nothing else.]

And now we're just supposed to... what, wait?

[swordsinternally]

Are you surprised?

[ He really doesn't mind feeding people with meat. ]

[machrophage]

Not much. But it's still rather disgusting.

[Nom, sausage.]

[swordsinternally]

...Disgusting how, exactly?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Poe... doesn't really want breakfast, but hey. He might as well make an attempt. So... he'll just stand awkwardly near the food with an empty plate as he tries to figure out what to take.]

[swordsinternally]

You know, if you want me to fill your plate you can just ask...

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Poe startles at Shirou suddenly speaking.... but after a few moments of hesitation, sighs and holds the plate out to Shirou.]

I... um... if you are willing.

[He's such an mess... he'd be here for a long while if left to his own devices.]

[swordsinternally]

Don't worry about it. I'm a chef, so it's kind of my job to make sure everyone's fed.

[ Plus, he likes to help out in his own way. ]