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Post by Fenrir on Aug 27, 2020 14:42:03 GMT -8
He was doing pretty good. He was comfortable in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tight. He was managing to switch from one gear to the next rather fluidly. He used the clutch smoothly, alternating between first, second, third, and fourth gear and on without a hitch. The race was also anyone’s race as the two of them were neck and neck once he caught up with the speedy woman. Sure, he had managed to stall the car at least once or twice during this second race but never for more than a few seconds and he always managed to get the car to tear across the track and catch up.
He was not a professional racecar driver, but he was doing pretty well this time around. Or at least, that is what he thought.
Then the loops came. And all of those thoughts were dashed from his mind, rather quickly; the first loop went well. At least, that is what he thought. He sped up the car and revved the engine; the car shot forward, tearing across the track as it gained speed. By the time it reached the loop, he was able to perform the first loop without any issue.
The only problem came when he went to perform the second loop. He had slowed down somewhat as the car exited the first loop. It wasn’t that he forgot there was a second loop, it was just that he wanted to try and regain control of the vehicle before he attempted the second oncoming loop. Unfortunately, he did not speed up to the appropriate velocity by the time he reached the second loop. The car began to peel away from the loop. He felt something deep in his gut. That feeling one gets when standing on the edge of a deep precipice. It was a strange uncomfortable feeling. He wasn’t afraid so much as he was startled. He felt as if he were falling, tumbling, and in reality he almost was. The car fell through the air and then wasn’t falling anymore.
The car was set down. He was allowed out. He was somewhat silent through it all; less scared and more startled by all of it. He had almost crashed the car; sure he would have been fine, at his current state of power he could have survived the crash with little personal injury if any, save for torn up clothes. But, it was still a bit of a shock to him. He nodded to what was said, even when the car was tucked away in a capsule that was in turn tucked in his pocket, and then led out of the building.
The trip to wherever it was that Clove was taking him, her own personal condo, was a relatively short one, and by the time he arrived, the shock had somewhat lessened, “Yeah, a vegetable dish sounds pretty good.”
WC: 485 | 6,025 Mission WC: 10,599 | 12,000
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Post by Clove on Aug 28, 2020 10:43:19 GMT -8
Clove began by taking out the vegetables from the fridge, taking the time to wash them, and then set them on the wooden countertop which doubled as a cutting board. She slipped on a translucent apron over her outfit and began to prepare the assortment of vegetables, she figured a casserole would suffice, and she examined the golden chanterelles that would be suitable for a quiche but she was uncertain if that was something Fenrir enjoyed. When she looked over at him he agreed that a vegetable dish would be good.
“I was thinking a casserole or a quiche, which do you prefer? I mean, you do cook other food apart from desserts, right Fenrir-san?” It seemed he was still out of it after nearly having an accident, “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Some wine perhaps? Red or white?”
The tea princess leaped up on the counter, she was at eye level with the crimson eyed wolf deity who stood there, she pulled on his collar again and leaned in to steal a kiss from his lips with a smile.
“Feeling better yet?” Clove licked her lips after having a taste, she knew she was being forward in her actions, but she was having a difficult time resisting. During this time, she figured him for a demon, but she had no idea that he was a nearly immortal being trapped in a tomb of flesh. After traveling a few places she felt motivated to return to Oolong City for many reasons, one of them being because of Fenrir, especially now that she got to know him better. [269] [10,868]
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Post by Fenrir on Aug 30, 2020 15:20:51 GMT -8
Clove's condo was a nice looking place. It wasn't what he had expected; to be honest, he had expected something ... well she was a Tea Princess, after all, right? So a condo was not what he had imagined when it came to her living conditions. It didn't bother him. In fact, he much preferred it. He had been inside palaces before. This place felt more livable. It felt more cozy to him. It felt more intimate. It was nice. The fact that the place gave off the woman's scent was simply just an added bonus.
He had been taken to her condo as soon as their race was over - albeit, they didn't finish their second race as he almost crashed his car. But, as he sat there, he watched the woman move; every sway of her hips, every step she took, he was somewhat mesmerized and taken aback how she waltzed from one side of her kitchen to the other and he sat down and watched her. She brought out vegetables of various sizes, shapes, and colors, and began her work by washing them in her sink. Once they were washed, she set them down on the countertop, which resembled butcher block counters, which made them perfect for chopping up ingredients such as those vegetables.
"Hm, a quiche? I haven't had one of those in a while, years actually. Oh, I cook all kinds of foods. But I notice, I've noticed people gravitate more towards sweets." It was then that she had leaned over and pressed her lips to his. The shock seemed to bring back the spark to his eyes as he peered over at her and a small grin crossed his face, "Oh, didn't expect that. Your lips taste pretty sweet." The grin grew a bit wider, "I'm pretty good. Guess I was just a bit shaken up; not like the accident would have killed me or could have killed me. Just didn't think the car would peel off the road like that. Hm, I guess I'll just need more practice behind the wheel." He rubbed his chin.
The tall light haired wolf seemed to be thinking for a moment, "Hm, I guess it depends on what we're having for dinner. A nice red would be quite nice, however. And, thank you, I'm much better now," He nodded. "Maybe after we eat, we can go pay Little Vegeta a bit of a visit? I wouldn't mind seeing what that place has to offer."
WC: 415 | 6,440 Mission WC: 11,283 | 12,000
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Post by Clove on Aug 30, 2020 16:30:26 GMT -8
“Quiche, with fresh chanterelles and minced assorted vegetables, it is then.” Clove said sweetly, “You seemed to be in a daze, so I figured I could revive you with a kiss, I am glad you feel better, Fenrir-san. Thank you, it might be the natural lip gloss, I make it myself with shea butter and rose water.”
Crimson eyes observed his gestures, he explained why he was in a daze, and it seemed his concerns were diminished after careful thought. “Practice makes perfect after all, since you specialize in baking, I can understand why you strive for perfection. Baking requires exact measurements but driving is an entirely different ordeal in that you simply need practice. It’s not the same as setting a timer on the oven as it is to keep an eye on the speedometer, it requires quite a bit of focus to master.”
Clove slipped off the wooden counter to stand by him, then bent down to look under the island counter, she had a small refrigerator unit that stored some of the wines she owned, and pulled a clear glass bottle with a dark pink wine which she handed over to the wolf deity to examine.
“How about we meet in the middle and go with a Rosé?” Clove grinned, “It pairs well with egg based dishes.”
The tea princess walked over to the main fridge to take out a porcelain tray of eggs in various colors, indicating they were farmer’s market grade, and placed them on the counter. A large metal bowl was pulled out to make the mixture for the quiche as well as a large balloon whisk.
“Mind breaking the eggs and seasoning the mixture? The pie crust needs to be made as well, you can find all the dry ingredients under the island counter.”
With a chef’s knife she began to dice the vegetables she prepared with expert precision and was rather focused on making the meal together than to think about Little Vegeta. [326] [11,609/12,000]
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Post by Fenrir on Aug 31, 2020 14:50:26 GMT -8
The grin that was crossing the man's face only grew wider as he listened to the woman speak. There was something quite comforting about the way she spoke; she did not mock him for the fact that not only did she beat him in the first round of their race but wound up saving him in the second, she also did not mock the fact that he stalled the car multiple times while running the track. Why would she? She understood that he was a complete novice when it came to driving and understood that he needed practice, lots and lots of practice.
"Hm, perhaps one day, we'll try that race out again, between you and I," He grinned at the woman as he looked over the bottle that she had plucked up. It was a nice Rosé. "Hm, this will do perfectly, actually." He looked the bottle over. He then set the bottle aside and left his seat. He had to help make the quiche after all. He quickly got to work, as he set the bowl down on top of a simple kitchen towel, and then began to crack the eggs, one at a time, in quick successive order. Tapping one egg against another, the one that gave way was the one that was cracked, the innards spilled out into the bowl, and the shell discarded into the trash before he grabbed another and repeated the process.
It was quick and efficient, crack, spill, toss the egg shell, repeat, and once all of the eggs were cracked, he got to work as he snatched up the balloon whisk, broke the yolks and began beating the eggs. It was all in the wrist, quick strong strokes, which beat the eggs well, which he knew would have them coming out nice and fluffy when the time came to cook the eggs in the quiche.
Once he had beaten the eggs, he sprinkled a good amount of pepper and salt onto them, beat it in then set it aside as he got to work on the pie crust; which was a rather simple recipe, he knew it by heart. He went under the island counter and plucked up the flour and other dry ingredients as he laid them out on top of the counter top and got to work on measurements. As she said, baking was almost a science, one needed exact measurements, and that is precisely what Fenrir aimed for. It was almost quite funny how he went from his joking, somewhat jovial, and friendly demeanor, even while on the battlefield, to a more serious one whilst cooking or baking, even if he was smiling quite broadly while doing it.
"This is going to come out good, I can tell," Well, it had to, it had two trained chefs making it, "And afterward, if you're interested still, we can go to Little Vegeta, we can check the place out, and see what makes it special. Maybe I can meet my first saiyan while I'm there."
WC: 505 | 6,945 Mission WC: 12,114 | 12,000
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