b u o n e ~ f e s t e

[sharktrash]

Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or  randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. Italian food for everyone!
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: MANTICORE Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.


[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze and possibly other things, and  a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested.  ]

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[dishevelment]

[Koumei cast him a tired and frustrated look.]

They stopped letting me help after I cut some of the vegetables too much.

[Because, somehow, they had come out in uneven shapes and sizes-- some far too large, others too small. And, he had probably been using the wrong knife....]

[sharktrash]

[ FLAT LOOK BACK. ]

Ruining things isn't "helping".

[dishevelment]

Maybe if you show me how to do it properly...?

[It was a stretch, but he wanted to help out as much as possible. He had never partaken of a proper Italian Solstice Feast before!]

[sharktrash]

[ DEEP SUFFERING SIGH ]

Fine, I guess I can spare a few minutes to play with you.

[ He'll get whatever vegetables Mei tried his luck on before and a proper knife, because they're gonna be fixing those. He looks too fucking amused as he holds up a carrot, but then he simply puts it down on the chopping board. ]

Alright. Watch.

[ He'll be showing what decent sized chunks are supposed to be like, then hand the knife over. ]

[dishevelment]

...I see.

[Brows furrowed in concentration, Koumei made to mimic the motion with hands that were far too inexperienced with this sort of thing. If he wasn't careful, he was liable to nick a finger.]

[sharktrash]

[ ...he might regret this decision. ]

Hey, watch your hands. This ain't a meat salad.

[dishevelment]

[Yes. Yes he would.]

Ah-- right!

[He moved his hand out of the way, trying very carefully to keep his fingers out of range of the blade...]

[sharktrash]

[ Holy shit, he'll finish next week at this rate. ]

Have you ever done the dishes?

[dishevelment]

--Are you saying it's hopeless?

[A scandalized look-- he really was trying here!]

[sharktrash]

No, no. [ pats his head consolingly ] What I'm saying is that the party's in a few hours rather than two weeks from now.

[dishevelment]

....Good point.

[And for a moment he felt very small, like a kid who was ashamed for failing.]

You'll teach me another time?

[sharktrash]

[ Wow no don't look like that it's almost cute. Kind of makes Squalo want to lick his face. Not like that's a weird reaction or anything. ]

Of course. Feel free to drop by any morning. [ Shit he's gonna end up having half of Pride coming over for breakfast at this rate. ]

[dishevelment]

[Definitely not a weird reaction, although it may earn a startled yelp out of Koumei if Squalo acted on that impulse without warning.]

...Can I come in my pajamas?

[Because what is sleep, and what is getting up in the morning? Most days he lounged around in flannel pajamas and a loose tee until noon-- if he could get away with it.]

[sharktrash]

[ Nah maybe next time. His look is solemn. ]

Absolutely.

[dishevelment]

I'll be there.

[He said it with a smile. The prospect of eating home made Italia style cooking was something that he would never turn down.]

[sharktrash]

Great. I look forward to it.













Now get your dick out of the kitchen!

[dishevelment]

[Koumei cast Squalo a scandalized look--

--And scurried out.

He's just going to be a good pianist and wait for his fish now, thank you.]

[sharktrash]

[ Good boy. ]

[ Maybe he'll get some extra treats with the fish. Just sayin'. ]