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[On the Plane appears a large mound of rubble, shifting uneasily as though it were just placed there and didn't have time to settle. A slightly corroded pillar stands next to the mound, teetering back and forth before it balances and stays where it is.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then... the rubble shifts and a hand pops out. It waves around before it finds good purchase among the rest of the debris, and soon, Ryotarou pulls himself out of the mess and rolls off the mound, stopping on his side. He's dirty and bloodied, and there are rips in his clothing where the sharper pieces broke through. The smaller cuts have healed already, but the larger ones are taking longer.

As it is, he just lets his head fall to the 'ground' and breathes in the fresh air.]

(ooc: ... This time, it is the fault of AIM dice.)

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[Digs in and plows through it. He personally thinks there's too much soy sauce, but he's hungry enough that he doesn't care, and he wants to hear what Ryo thinks anyway.]

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[Ryotarou eats at a slightly more sedate pace, but he seems pleased with the result. Even if it was bad (which it isn't), he's learned not to complain about it; after Airi's concoctions, this kid has a stomach of steel.]

Mm... It's really good, Hei-san.

[contract_star]

[Done!] Really? Thanks. It could have stood less salt, but I think it worked.

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Really, it did. For winging it... you must have a lot of practice with this.

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[Shrugs.] I've been cooking since I was about...well, this age. Maybe younger. In South America there wasn't much choice other than to do what you can with the ingredients you had, really.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Mm, that makes sense.