totallygay | Sixth Skull 〰 [Audio]

[MURRLEND. BALLIMORE. 'NNAPOLIS. WARSHINGTON. WE GOT IT MADE!

Tatsumi tries to find something to cook things IN. He smiles, shrugging and giving it a go.

EXCEPT I SUCK WITH ACCENTS. OMFG.]

It's easier with music but I guess I don' have ta hear anythin' fancy tunes to try an' get talkin' like ya.

[He laughs, mostly at himself because wow wtf did he just do?]

[ I hold onto whatever tatters of dignity I have that I don't say "warsh."

America laughs along because WOW TATSUMI was that like a guy with a Japanese accent trying to pull off a Southern American accent? I believe it was. ]

Good try!

[Unfortunately, I was raised to say it and still do. It came to my attention in 5th grade when I wrote "Warsh me" on the black board. It sucks when you can't spell worth a damn. That's why I use Firefox. Yay for firefox spell check, even if it sucks half the time!

Yes. Yes. aaaand Yes. That is exactly what he just tried to pull, but like he said, he sounds a lot better when music is involved.]

If ya say so! Maybe you can help me with it more later...

[Because right now, hes already got into cooking and moving about the messy kitchen. He wasn't hungry before but now he actually is. However, it's for blood but he's going to try and prolong the inevitable it a bit with food.]

Do you want me to make ya hamburgers or do you want something spicy?

Edited 2011-02-16 08:29 (UTC)

[ jsdkal;r LOLLLL. It's okay, I'm in the MURRLEND camp and my a's get twangy when I'm tired. Ohhhh Murrlend. ]

Sure thing! Southern might even be easier for you than Midwest, but we'll see which works best.

[ Tatsumi will end up a goddamn hillbilly when America is through with him. BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. MOVE TO GEORGIA. ]

How about spicy burgers!

[I wonder how I sound sometimes, considering I haven't been in Murrlend for a long time.]

Ya! Then I'll sound like an American!! Ha ha!!!

[Hell no! He's going to Cali and Las Vegas and New York and Texas And-- okay maybe a second home in Florida, just because I'm sure he's 'been there' enough times for it to be considered one by now.

Too bad he wasn't born in the USA or he could be the next United States President! YA!!!]

Okay. I'll give that a go! I think I saw... some spices around here somewhere. It's a shame you don't have jalapeno peppers... or I'd use those.

That's the plan, isn't it?

[ Tatsumi as president. I can't decide if the world would end or if America would be the ultimate hegemon. ]

Wish I did, but anything that's not canned soup or something is hard to come by!

[ Finally jumping off the counter to help with... whatever he can do. ]

Ha ha! Ya! That'd be cool. I could really confuse some people, specially from where I lived before!

[It would be the most amazing thing ever... along with all the killing.]

That's cool. I'll just work with what I got. Granted, I never had to use just canned and boxed food, but it's like a challenge and makes it fun.

[His attention is gathered to watch the nation jump off but says nothing. He just sighs, biting his lip for a moment before changing the pace of his hunger thoughts.]

What kind of vegetable do you like?

I like everything! ...Except marmite. I don't even know what that is but it's poison.

[ He shudders as though he's recalling one of the most horrible things in the world. And he is.

Now peering over Tatsumi's shoulder while he does whatever. ]

Do you cook a lot back home? Ya seem pretty comfortable with it!

Marmite? I'll... keep that in mind and make sure to stay away from it.

[He really rather not die again, specially by food. That'd be just as embaressing.

Tatsumi smiles at America's question.]

A little bit. Yoshie and I did most the cooking but before turning into a werewolf, I did some on my own, too. Don't tell anyone I can cook though, okay? It's... embarrassing. Not just that but then everyone wants you to cook for them. Ha ha!

[Wait. That's what he's doing right now, isn't it? He waves a hand dismissively before winking]

But you're cool! We're together, so it's different and stuff!! Besides, you act like anything I make is delicious or something!

[However, this werepire has learned NOT TO MENTION FOOD around you, America. >:| It never ends.]

It's not embarrassing! Cooking's cool! Unless you're England. He can burn water.

[ America gives him an affectionate peck on the cheek. The cuteness of this is sorta ruined by the fact that he's totally crowding Tatsumi in order to get a better look at the food. ]

But you can bet I'm not telling anyone! I'm keeping your cooking skills to myself.

[ Tatsumi will do enough cooking with him, anyway. It's inevitable. ]

Ha ha! Seriously?

[Yes, that is a small bit annoying but he does the whole 'elbows a bit further away from body' thing to keep people away... even though it fails. The crowding only makes him want to cook faster... which is probably what America wants anyway.]

Cool! I don't mind cooking for you and your daughter. It'll keep my skills in practice.

[Oh yea. Thank goodness he isn't a cook at the Bar and just security/waiting]

You think ya got any with chili powder or red pepper flakes? I bet those would add a little heat to these things.

England's cooking is one of the most toxic things in the world! How I survived to nationhood, I'll never know.

[ SUCCESS. Invading personal space is now a useful tactic. Luckily for Tatsumi, he stops his stupid hovering to go in search of chili powder. ]

I think so! Hold on a sec!

[ Diving back into the cupboards. The chili powder is next to the tuna. The organizational system is something that only makes sense to America. Anyway, he pulls out two bottles: one of them reads CHILI POWDER in English. The other says DISH SOAP in Japanese. ]

Here we go! I usually use these.

[Maybe that's why you're always so hungry, too, America. Making up for the time spent eating terrible food? We'll never know. Not that it matters, Tatsumi breathes a sigh of relief for a few moments of space.

However, when America returns he smiles but it quickly drops as one eyebrow rises at the dish soap]

You use soap in your burgers?!!

[What is this? Chick-Fil-A? *shot* Sorry, their chicken seasoning tastes like soap if there is too much. >:| ]

Edited 2011-02-17 04:50 (UTC)

[ Let's put it this way: he's had dysentery more times than Poland has had uprisings.

Staring in confusion at the bottles. ]

No?

[ From the look on his face, it's clear he has no idea what the label actually says. ]

[After blinking Tatsumi breaks out in laughter, Taking both bottles. He sets the chili pepper down before pointing to the dish soap.]

'Daidokoro-yō sekken.' It means Kitchen Soap. [Tatsumi points to a couple symbols in particular on the label] These symbols here are 'Sekken' which means 'soap.'

[He carries it over to the sink to show America by washing his hands. He is so amused that grin isn't going away for a while.]

See? Soap.

[If Tatsumi REALLY cared about America, he'd label everything in English but that'd ruin all the fun, so why bother?]

[ In response to the Japanese: ]

What.

[ In response to the demonstration: ]

What.

[ Staring at Tatsumi. ]

...What.

[ He just looks so... befuddled. What are foreign languages. ]

What?! I ate dish soap?! I ate dish soap! Oh man, this must be why I kept puking last month!

[he blinks at the reaction(s)]

You.... actually ate it?

[He laughs a bit more before drying his hands off and going back to the burger patties and trying to add chili powder to them]

You really are indestructible, Alfred-kun. Ha ha ha!

[Things are never dull with America!]

I didn't know it was soap! It looked like powder, and it smelled nice!

[ His sense are all fucked up anyway. America just... stands around, trying to get over the fact that he's been eating dish soap. Wow. What other toxic substances has he been eating?! ]

Man, you have no idea. I got through nineteenth century medicine. Two words: opium enema. Throw in mercury, lead, and opium pills, and that was pretty much how I used to treat myself. Well, that and whiskey.

[ This is all actually a true story of a civil war soldier. To no one's surprise, he died within 24 hours of the treatment. ]

It smells like... soap.

[Another laugh, before he shakes his head, the sizzle of the burgers cooking cut him off but he hears America still.]

But those would...

...

Wow. No wonder a little soap in your food didn't do much to ya! Ha ha!

It smells like good...

Believe it or not, eighteenth was even worse. Nowadays, ritualistic cutting is considered a bad thing and vaccinations are good. Pretty much the exact opposite.

Huh. I'll have to remember you enjoy the taste of soap or something.

You know, I hadn't tried drinking poison or anything since I turned, but I know I can't get sick. I don't think I'd want to try but, wow.

Ya, things of the future are pretty much the same. Vaccines and medicine are really good and stuff. So is hand sanitizers...

[BACK TO COOKING THE BURGERS, actually he stops]

Oh! How do ya like your burgers? Well-done? Rare? What?

[And don't say soapy.]

Noooooo! It was just a mistake! I don't wanna puke! And I wouldn't advise ya start drinking poison!

[ Despite his whining, he can't help but chuckle his usual obnoxious chuckle. His grin broadens to hear that his future is awesomer (no surprise there). ]

I'm good with whatever! But I guess medium-rare.

[ Oh god he's coming back to excitedly crowd the cooking area again. QUICK, DISTRACT HIM. ]

I'm not going to!! That'd be sick!

[And that's enough about poison for now!!! It's food time.]

Cool! I'll make both of ours that way then.

[He tries to stand the lack of space but it's just... annoying.]

Can ya get the ketchup and stuff? These should be done soon.

[At which point he goes to start the veggie since that takes less time to cook.]

Oh, you know what would be nice? Pickles. You don't have those, do ya?

Edited 2011-02-17 09:13 (UTC)

I don't have ketchup, but I've got soy sauce!

[ Because that is the SAME EXACT THING. And yes he's going to end up putting it on his burger anyway. Now rooting around in the fridge HOORAY THERE'S ACTUALLY ELECTRICITY FOR THE FRIDGE TO WORK AGAIN ;w; ]

I think there's some dill in here! Crap, where'd I put those? Behind the noodles? Nope, not there...

Huh...

[Well, this will be an interesting experience.

TAKE YOUR TIME, AMERICA! it gives Tatsumi room to cook some Mashed potatoes because they're like french fries... just.... mashed and not really like fries at all. AT LEAST THEY ARE POTATOES, OK?]

What all have you put on a burger before, Alfred?

Sixth Skull 〰 [Audio]

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!) I feel like I can only use this icon when tagging America... :|

(Action!) stop stealing Texas, Tatsumi

(Action!) Not until he gets a new pair of shades!!!

(Action!) BUT HE CAN'T SEE RIGHT WITHOUT TEXAS!!!

(Action!) DEAL WITH IT or find him a pair. >:|

(Action!) sob he will trip over everything

(Action!) Fiiine. Only because that'd be too amusing waaay too often.

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)

(Action!)