[ There is an unrelated canister of firmly capped rat poison outside on the table that with one good whack could easily fall on top of their dinner, but, other than that, doesn't appear to have a single thing to do with their steaming dinner. ]
What?! Don't pick me up! Ahhh, abort, abort —
[ The trim of his socks slip down his heel as he vainly tries to stretch his toes out to the ground and hinder Aki's progress. Denji's wriggling around also doesn't seem to be contributing much to the effort. How humiliating.
"Have some respect and cease your sniveling, Denji! The whelp may advance." An evil slyness enters Power's expression. "If he dares."
The two of them now fully crossed inside the kitchen threshold, he shakes off Aki's hands to spin toward Power, glaring her down in annoyance. ]
Shut up. 'm not — sniffling. Or whatever it is you said.
[ After some trial and error, they'd managed to divide and transform Power's meat wad into a medium-well hamburger lump. The likeness of one, at least. Neither of them have taken a bite yet, of course, so whether it satisfies Aki's standards for edibility (or only approaches it) is something they've yet to test. He wasn't too adventurous this time, each patty stuffed with the typical seasonings and ingredients like onions, panko, tofu, egg, potato chips, raw instant noodles, and whole cloves of garlic. Pretty normal.
At Power's insistence, he'd left the ponzu sauce to her, which as she steps away from the stove, looks… exactly as a sauce of its kind should. It may be bubbling and fizzling more than he's ever seen before, but it could be okay? With a hand to Aki's shoulder, Denji nudges him forward, almost as if he's using him as a human shield. ]
It's a dinner made for you. The guest of honor should taste test it!
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What?! Don't pick me up! Ahhh, abort, abort —
[ The trim of his socks slip down his heel as he vainly tries to stretch his toes out to the ground and hinder Aki's progress. Denji's wriggling around also doesn't seem to be contributing much to the effort. How humiliating.
"Have some respect and cease your sniveling, Denji! The whelp may advance." An evil slyness enters Power's expression. "If he dares."
The two of them now fully crossed inside the kitchen threshold, he shakes off Aki's hands to spin toward Power, glaring her down in annoyance. ]
Shut up. 'm not — sniffling. Or whatever it is you said.
[ After some trial and error, they'd managed to divide and transform Power's meat wad into a medium-well hamburger lump. The likeness of one, at least. Neither of them have taken a bite yet, of course, so whether it satisfies Aki's standards for edibility (or only approaches it) is something they've yet to test. He wasn't too adventurous this time, each patty stuffed with the typical seasonings and ingredients like onions, panko, tofu, egg, potato chips, raw instant noodles, and whole cloves of garlic. Pretty normal.
At Power's insistence, he'd left the ponzu sauce to her, which as she steps away from the stove, looks… exactly as a sauce of its kind should. It may be bubbling and fizzling more than he's ever seen before, but it could be okay? With a hand to Aki's shoulder, Denji nudges him forward, almost as if he's using him as a human shield. ]
It's a dinner made for you. The guest of honor should taste test it!