status DIGNITY: 100/100 | PRIDE: 90/100 | CUTENESS: 100/100 -10 Pride for making mistake +10 Cuteness for being clumsy (Of course these values are completely arbritary without any actual rule applied!) Location: Dining Hall 'Wait, that voice yelling a Candy Curry's order was Majolica's?' His eyes blinked in shame, he was already tripping on his job because of his embarrassing state- "A-Ah! Sorry Onee-chan! I'm a little distracted today- One Candy Curry, sugar water with A LOT OF EXTRA SUGAR and a mushroom portion on it's way~" Hanno took a note of @Grand Witch Majolica's order, at least he would be able to flee from that situation faster, thus it would have less chance of the witch finding out who he actually was. Hurrying and turning to @Cyriac Felix. "Curry Udon for you... Right, Onii-chan~?" He smiled brightly, staring at the man's eyes. "I see you have culture- Udon is indeed very good... I will come back soon with your orders~!" The Faerin boomed a sparkling happy tone in his girly voice, stepping away from the customers. It wasn't possible that Majolica have noticed it was him... Right?! 'Where I can throw myself from a cliff?' His grim thoughts went through his head, behind one of the cutest faces he could ever do in his life- He turned his face to see that there were two customers that looked very lost. Still maintaining his cheerful face and brightful smile, Hanno stepped closer to them. "Hello and welcome to Ivan's Curry House~!" The Faerin said, stretching his arm to gently grab @Manya Boole's hand and look at @Ash Vargold giving a small wink. "Follow me, please~!" 'And please kill me in the process-' Leading both of them to a table, Hanno released the fellow Faerin's hand, giving both of them a menu and pulling out a small notebook. "Very well~ May I take your orders~?" He smiled widely, tilting his head slightly for mere cutesy effect.
"U-um!" Manya looked around. Of the others who were ordering, he wasn't sure what he should ask for. But he was lead to his seat by a really pretty Faerin lady, and he was seated with a Caenis man. He was a bit worried about whether people would take offense if he joined them at their table, but apparently, that wasn't all that important here. He looked at the menu and was quite impressed by the sheer number of curry on it. But there was also an addendum on the end. "You take custom orders?!" Oh boy, that's top class! He cleared his throat and then excitedly pointed to the menu. "I'll have a Curry Brisket with a side of dumplings, please!" Usually, they don't serve that stuff outside of the higher end of gastronomical paradises, or at least not to the standard expected but he had full faith in Mr. Ivan, whoever they are, and his staff that they could manage it! He looked across from the table to the other man. Hesitating a bit, he waved at them. "Hello!", he said cheerily, trying to break the ice. ------------------------------------------------------- @Hanno Futaba @Ash Vargold
Location: Kitchen In the Curry House's kitchen, where the man whose name was on the vandalized sign loved to work his magic, figuratively, or maybe cookingmancy was an actual thing, who knows, onions, tomatoes, garlic, and green chillies came together in one tiny bowl, the mortar, before a heavy and blunt club-shaped object, the pestle, erased all individuality from all four ingredients, marrying them together into a fine paste. Iván kept it aside after being satisfied with the paste. The currymancer got himself a pan, which he quickly put some oil in, heating it. The sound of coconut paste being added, cooked until golden brown, was music to his ears, the scent of which enough to fill a room with euphoria. Ah... This is going to be quite delicious! Iván added some dry spices, cooking that for about 3 minutes, stirring consistently to make sure the mixture was well and good. Soon enough, he removed the spiced coconut paste from the heat and kept it aside, the remaining oil, he heated in another saucepan. His movement was graceful but routine. He looked like he'd been doing this for years now. Iván added whole red chillies, curry leaves, and mustard seeds, frying them until the seeds started spluttering. With onion paste added into the mix as well, he fried it all until brown, then adding the cooked coconut paste from before, some tamarind extract, and a cup of water for the sauce. As Iván stirred it all well, bringing it to a boil, he couldn't help but steal whiffs of his creation from time to time. It was a splendid way to spend a day, perhaps the best way for Iván to live this life in this world. Adding the fish pieces, he simmered the curry for about 10 more minutes. Serve hot with boiled rice... That's how she always did it. He was barely done with his musing when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. Then something about Candy Curry. Almost immediately, Iván knew that had to take precedence, compared to anything else. Ah, just right on time, Commander. Iván used his time magic to speed up his fish curry, a grin on his face as he motioned for another chef to hand it out to one of the "waitresses" outside. The man who had ordered that curry would have waited for it, truth be told, but Iván did not want to make his Commander wait for her just desserts. Sugar water and extra sugar, huh? That wouldn't be a problem. Iván had memorized and even perfected the Candy Curry recipe @Darko personally made for the Grand Witch. It was her favorite and perhaps exclusive for her. The mushroom dish, Iván didn't have a problem either. He called for another chef to serve as his sous chef, letting them aid him on a most glorious undertaking. Hmm, maybe I should go with stuffed mushrooms... Cream cheese? Sausage? Artichoke? I could also go with balsamic mushrooms, marinated along with tomatoes, or bouchees... A hundred different recipes for mushroom appetizers came to Iván in a quick span of time before he realized what he wanted to make, what the Grand Witch could appreciate. It was like a light bulb floating over his head moment, a genius idea, a eureka. Without wasting any more time, Iván set out to do his magic.
Wait a second. ...waaaaait a second. ...was this some kind of... curry hostess club?? Caught up in sheer bafflement, he quietly let the wait...tress(?) lead him over to a table and put a menu in his hands. God he hoped people weren't getting the wrong idea about him walking into this place. The last thing he needed was to find out this was some kind of bizarre fantasy Hooter's. He busied himself with the... rather long menu for a moment, before finally taking the path of least resistance. "I'll have the... daily special?" He hadn't seen anything saying exactly what the daily special was, but if this place was busy, that meant the kitchen was probably good enough to be trusted. "And some tea, if you have it." His order done, Ash set the menu aside and blinked down at his impromptu table mate. "Ah... hi," he said, feeling awkward - he wasn't sure if having witnesses was what he wanted. Politeness always won the day, though. "This place seems... pretty nice. Smells good, at least." @Hanno Futaba @Manya Boole
status DIGNITY: 80/100 | PRIDE: 90/100 | CUTENESS: 90/100 -20 Dignity from @Ash Vargold's Special Order (Of course these values are completely arbritary without any actual rule applied!) Location: Dining Hall "Yes! We take all custom orders you can think about~!" Hanno smiled brightly at the fellow Faerin, giving a small stare at his eyes. He was already in a bad situation anyway, so he should at least try to have fun playing along with that - And seeing a fellow Faerin warmed his heart, he loved that race after all. Listening carefully to his order, Hanno nodded. "A Curry Brisket with side dumplings-" The Faerin gave a small glance at @Manya Boole's eyes, giving a small smile 'Faerins are so adorable! And I'm not saying that because I am one!'. "-With extra side dumplings, it's on the house - For our cute customer~!" Hanno sparkled a cute giggle, turning to the Caenis. After hearing his request, the Faerin's guts twisted in despair. 'Oh God... NO! N-NO! Anything but this!' He thought to himself, having a small sweat drop rolling on his forehead... But his face still showed a bright and happy smile. "A-Ah~ Uhm- A Hanna-chan's special curry on it's way~" His girly voice sounded a bit nervous as he gave a small bow and jogged to the kitchen. Getting to the kitchen, Hanno grabbed the Candy Curry and looked at @Iván Carl. "Boss~! A Curry Brisket with a LOT of side dumplings... And a s-special curry pl-please..." He frowned a bit at the Candy Curry. "Also, speed up the Curry Udon! Our customer is waiting!" The Faerin gave a call, and walked off the kitchen to serve the witch. Finally reaching to their table, Hanno served the Candy Curry to @Grand Witch Majolica. "There you go, Onee-chan! Your Candy Curry~ The rest will be coming soon, our chef is doing something wonderful for you~!" He smiled at the witch, hastly turning his face to @Cyriac Felix. "T-The Curry Udon will take a little more time than expected... I-I'm sorry Onii-chan!" Hanno bowed, giving an apologetic look at the man.
Location: Kitchen At @Hanno Futaba's information, Iván gave him a thumbs up and a sly grin. It was odd, seeing the Faerin in that outfit, when the man with his name on the vandalized sign could not remember telling the staff to wear that kind of outfit. Maybe someone was playing tricks on him? Either way, Iván was not the type of person who would ruin everyone else's fun. It was harmless. What could go wrong? "Don't forget the @Grand Witch Majolica 's mushroom risotto, Hanno!" Iván finished up the mushroom appetizer, making sure the plating would be attractive enough for his Commander's taste. "Also... Looking good, m'dude!" While the top hat chef started on the curry brisket and the shirtless chef worked on the curry udon, Iván focused on the side dumplings. Aside from curry and shawarma, dumplings were one of the currymancer's favorite food. He remembered living off Chinese dumplings for a while in the other world. It wasn't a terrible diet. In fact, he cherished that memory, loved it, had a special place in his heart for that period in time. Chinese dumplings were amazing. They were tasty and delicious. Iván wanted to give their customer that same amazing experience. With his chronomancy, Iván didn't need to let the dough rest any longer than necessary. He simply used his magic to make it smoother and more springy in a short amount of time. The rule for the dough when making Chinese dumplings is that when it's too tough and difficult to roll, letting it rest for 3 to 4 hours was advisable. Just make sure it isn't too soft or it’ll be difficult to wrap and the dumplings won’t keep their shape. Once the wrappers were ready, Iván moved fast. Considering they dried out very fast, it would have been difficult to seal the dumplings later. Alone, Iván quickly made small batches of wrappers, between ten to twelve, first before folding the dumplings. As soon as the dumplings were wrapped, though, Iván cooked them in small batches in a large pot, twenty to twenty five at a time so they wouldn't stick to the pot. With the liquid from the vegetables in the dumpling filling, the finished product was sure to be moist. Letting them sit too long will only lead to the moisture getting absorbed by the dough, causing the dumplings to fall apart during cooking. Like a mother to his babe, he never took his eyes off the pot as he boiled the dumplings, the whole boiling process less than five minutes. Leaving the dumplings to cook in the water a bit longer than necessary will lead to them falling apart, and Iván knows first-hand the dangers of falling apart. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe I should listen to that Iedi girl this time.
Manya nearly blushed at the waitress' comments. "But you're cuter!" And taller, for that matter, with Manya being a tiny bean sprout and all. He watched the waitress leave with a silly grin on his face. He looked at the other man and nodded. "It smells of cumin and masala and..." He sniffed a bit. "...sugar? But it smells so good! Makes my mouth water already!" He was waiting expectantly for his order, thankful that it was accepted so quickly! Maybe he should try to come here more often. The people seem so friendly, too! And he was short on coin...perhaps he could ask to work here? Maybe in a while, once he's got his sea-legs for this place. Right now, he wanted curry! He reached over the table, extending a tiny hand for the Caenis man to shake. "My name's Manya Boole, and I am a White Magician! 'Ow you do?", he said cheerily. @Ash Vargold
Libitina had a reason to work in Ivan's curry house. Her main aim was Not only to dress up like a maid (which she decided against considering there was no particular dress code) to gain experience to be more sociable. just entered the shop, ready to start her first day to work in the curry house. And just in time. She overheard @Manya Boole complimenting Hanno as a cute waitress. She glanced around to find @Hanno Futaba 's shield, wondering whether it was enjoying maid Hanno as much as she was. "Indeed. She's very very cute" She said to Manya, as she went and patted his shoulder. "I must say. I never thought it would suit you so well..or that you would go so far. You certainly are a man of your words" her smirk widen. She had many fun times in Terrasphere but seeing Hanno cross dress was certainly the most amusing one. She did everything in her power not to burst out laughing at the faerin. She glanced back at Manya "I hope you enjoy your meal" With that, she went inside the kitchen to meet boss, @Iván Carl "I'm here for work. I must admit, I had no idea you had a decent amount of workers" she took a step closer so the conversation was only for their ears. "Do NPCs work for you too? What dirt do you have on them that they decided to work for you?" She inquired with genuine curiosity in her tone.
Location: Kitchen A loud, decisive knock rang out from the back door to the kitchen. Kerchief tied around her head, the stern face of Janet Reilly, Rated R of the Witch Ops, appeared in the entryway. She puffed as she wedged the door open with her foot and then pushed her way inside. Cool vapor curled in wisps of fog from the huge crate in the teen’s arms, which barely fit through the door. “Produce delivery!” she announced, setting the crate down in the middle of the kitchen floor as if it weighed nothing. “@Iván , could I borrow one of your staff members to help me unload the cart? I have another stop to make in Honeyhome before tonight.” The brunette thrust a wad of inventory paperwork at the stinky chef before turning to the waitress speaking to him. “Excuse me, would you mind—oh! @Libitina !” Janet stopped, surprised to see the scythe-wielding wolfslayer. She dusted off her apron self-consciously. She hadn't been expecting to run into anyone she knew on staff. “I had no idea you’d be here! It’s good to see you again.” Her surprise was fading, replaced by pleasure that her friend from the spinach farms had made it out to Stokbon to try the local cuisine. “I must say, you’re certainly an improvement on the previous staff… that man with the mushroom curry isn’t still working here, is he, Iván? The one who ignored dress code.” Her tone lingered distastefully on the words as Janet vividly imagined the Caenis’ rippling bare torso. Absolutely inappropriate. And probably against health code. Janet seemed to start as she remembered she still had veggies in the wagon and turned on her heel, beckoning. “I’ll be right back! I have quite a few more crates.” Assorted onions, chiles, mushrooms, tomatoes—two bushels of Janet’s Healthy Broccoli™—and four bushels of spinach. Just for today. What on earth Iván was putting that spinach in was anyone’s guess, but since he’d patented the miracle spinach cure in the farmland of Astorea, the chronomancer had a right to it.
Location: Kitchen In between finishing the dumplings and starting another bowl of curry, Iván was caught surprised when, instead of @Hanno Futaba or one of the service crew, he found himself looking at @Libitina Cerin who had crossed the threshold to the domain only staff were supposedly permitted, the Curry House kitchen, his kitchen. Of course, Libi was there precisely to join the staff but technically she wasn't staff yet. Normally, crossing the threshold for non-members of the Curry House staff meant that Iván would automatically put them in a nightmarish illusion or smash them in the face with his hammer or shock them unconscious or summon Snowy the Snow-Quilled Guardian, his magical familiar that had taken on the form of the Inverted Spire's Snow-Quilled Guardian through the combined offerings of his memories and the Guardian's Red Mask, or more recently, rewind time to send them back out of the kitchen. But fortunately, for everyone involved, he sort of knew Libi and he was in a particularly good mood. "Ah, yes, young blood, fresh meat, the Curry House is always open and welcoming to new adventurers seeking employment opportunities," he gestured for the top hat chef to take over what he was doing, the latter eyeing Libi with utmost scrutiny, as if ready to do something horrible to her. The shirtless chef, meanwhile, just smirked at her. For some reason. Iván made a mental note to request that Caenis to get himself a shirt. For the nth time. "Welcome, Libi, to my Curry House, to the staff!" "The Curry House does not discriminate between Players and Non-Players, PCs and NPCs, adventurers and normies," Iván, not wearing the mask that he had worn in their first adventure together, spoke with pride. Even though the Curry House was not a good investment for him, since any income he got from the place went back to its survival, he did find it a welcomed respite from all the monster-killing, bandit-torturing, and of course, dying. No longer with access to his UI, he had no other choice but to find this place his new home, everything else be damned. "No torture or blackmail were involved in the hiring of the non-adventurers here. Stokbon is a big city, a commercial one at that, but not everyone gets enough of a slice from the pie. Most of our non-adventurers here have no other place to go. This is their home now, and I intend to make sure they have a home." For now, anyway. Things were changing. People were changing. Nations were changing. With all that change, it was going to be hard to keep everything as is. If only he could see the future, then he might be able to make the necessary contingencies to do what he had promised. Then again, maybe there wasn't even a future for any one of them. Or maybe he just needed to continue studying his chronomancy. Perhaps, with the help of a certain guild, faction, he could get there, someplace, sometime, where, when he needed to be. "Feel free to change in the bathroom. Observe what Hanno or the pink-haired girl is doing. You'll do great," Iván flashed her a grin, patted her on a shoulder, and went back to doing what he did best. Not dying, no, but cooking. The smell in that kitchen, the warmth, the atmosphere, it was heaven to him, all of it. Yet heaven had to wait, thanks mostly to @Janet Reilly interrupting his one-man delusion. He couldn't complain, though. His fellow Witch Ops member was one of the greatest nature magic-user he has ever had the pleasure to meet, so it was only natural for him to get into a partnership with her, his Curry House and her fresh produce. Iván waved at Janet delightfully but quickly froze when she mentioned the shirtless chef. Gesturing for him to stay hidden, the currymancer expressed his gratitude at an old friend, "It's great to see you, Janet! Thank you for the delivery." That was when a light bulb figuratively clicked over his head. He turned to Libi with a smile, "Maybe you'd like to help an old friend? Take one of the other staff. They wouldn't mind." Iván gestured towards Janet with his head, still smiling, before going back to his pot of curry. There were enough interruptions for the hour. He needed to focus on the food. It's not like the other staff could mind. This is all they have. Better than waiting to die next to a gutter.
That was odd, Ash thought as Hanno walked away. The waitress seemed nervous about his order. Did she not have confidence in the daily special? The kitchen? If he got virtual food poisoning he was probably set, but he would still rather not worry about it... Ash accepted Manya's handshake with a nod. White magician... white magic? He wondered if he was a player or not. Hard to tell in this world. "Ash Vargold. Uh... medium. At least in theory." Was that safe to talk about? He wasn't sure. "I guess the sugar must be from whatever 'candy curry' is," he said, wrinkling his nose. He was definitely getting that smell. It was a little off-putting, to say the least. "I hope that isn't what I think it is. Candy and curry... really don't sound like they go together." @Manya Boole
As Grand Witch Majolica went to her seat she heard the man front outside chase after her. Hehehe, why don't they ever just accept they're dummies? She turned to him with a scowl. "Hehehehe, Grand Witches can call people whatever they want! Hehehe, dummy... and since I'm the one and ONLY GRAND WITCH, hehehehe, I'll call you whatever I choose to! Hehe, and now you're dummy! Be careful, or you'll be demoted to dummy goblin! Hehehehe, which is much worse! And you better watch what you say to me, dummy! I'm very smart and know all kinds of magic! Hehehehe, I can turn you into a toad before you even have enough time to say you're sorry! Hehehe, dummy toad tummy that can't even walk inside a door. Know your place! Hehehehe." Majolica felt like she had made herself understood as the man took a few steps backward. "Hehehe, never mess with The Grand Witch!" Waiting for her wait person, Majolica thought she saw someone familiar. Hehehe, that person looks like... no. It can't be, hehe. Or is it? Wait, maybe they have a sister, hehehe. Yeah! That would be fun, a twin sister! Hehehehe, they're very cute. As the wait person approached, and upon hearing their voice, Majolica soon realized that this was not a Hanno twin. This was Hanno. Dressed as a pretty girl. Hanno arrived at the Grand Witch's table, and Majolica, not sure what to do, avoided making eye contact. Searched for something to say, Majolica blurted out. "helloooo... hehehe." Steeling herself, Majolica looked up into Hanno's face directly. Hehe, playing a little dress up are we... Majolica struggled with what to say. Well... hehe... that's good as long as you're happy doing it? Hehe... I guess your codename is still the same. Should... should I start saying she now? Majolica stopped, then remembered she was very hungry and very thirsty. "Hehe... let's set this aside for right now. Hehehe, yes! I would like my special Grand Witch Candy Curry and some... hehehe... sugary ice water! It's hot!" As Hanno walked off to take care of other people, Majolica thought to herself. Did... hehe, did she just call me an Oni? Hehehehe! Isn't that cool? Like a Japanese demon or something? Hehehe, or a big mean magical ogre! That would be cool! A cool nickname for me! Hehehehe! Dissonant Hero, Oni Lord Warden Grand Witch Majolica! Hehehe, that has a nice ring to it! @Hanno Futaba @Cyriac Felix
Cyriac actually was a bit more miffed at that, but for some strange reason 'goblin dummy' didn't seem as much or a demotion as it was a very odd moniker. All that being said, he couldn't face off against a Grand Witch (was that title self-given?) yet, so he just glared back at Majolica. He didn't want to be turned into a frog, though. So he backed away from the 'Grand Witch', but that can't be how he withdraws! He needed to make one of them 'I'll come back' dialogues, otherwise, he'd not be taken seriously at all. Not that he was in any position to be taken seriously regardless, but it helped not to have a record of being unserious when you actually become serious much later on. "Hmph. We'll meet each other later then. Much later. And then I'd be the Grand...um Thief! Yes, I'll be such a Grand Thief that I'll steal your title, despite titles having no physical form to pilfer, and then I'll call you a dummy!" Yeah, he was a petty person from his head to his toes. But right now, he didn't feel like starting a fight. He slunk off to another table, taking a seat. As the waitress (waitress? Waitaminute...) told him about his order taking time, he just waved it off with a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I'm patient.", he said. He didn't really have much to do considering that he was on leave for, what a week? Just laze around in cities and travel about, meeting people and finding places of notable interest. @Grand Witch Majolica @Hanno Futaba
"Hmm, maaaaybe. Curry is curry and brisket is brisket, but curry brisket sure is tasty! Maybe they do the same for candy curry!" Truth be told, now he was curious how it'd taste. He shall check it another time! He blinked when a strange woman called their waitress a 'man of his word'. Realization glinted in his eyes, if only for a moment...and it was swept away before the thought fully formed. It was of no consequence, right? As they withdrew hands from the shake, Manya smiled brightly. "You look like the brave sort. Have you been on a lot of adventures and such? I want to go on adventures too, you know! I'm so excited!" Totally uncalled for, but of course Manya was like a pot of water kept for too long over a flame, bubbly and overflowing to the extreme, with a glint in his eyes and excitement was written all over his face. But he was also curious about all the other people in the game, whether they were NPCs or player characters or who else it might be. Also, a medium? That sounded so cool! Imagine someone died and then you can ask them if they wanted to be revived or not? Or finding out secrets and things from the spirits of dead people because everyone thought they were dead and gone, but you could talk to them anyways! So. Cool! @Ash Vargold
status DIGNITY: 45/100 | PRIDE: 95/100 | CUTENESS: 100/100 -20 Dignity for spoonfeeding attempt. -15 Dignity from "Man of words" comment. +10 Cuteness from embarrassment. +5 Pride from being compliment about him keeping his words. (Of course these values are completely arbritary without any actual rule applied!) Location: Dining Hall Flinching at the comment about him being a 'man of words', Hanno looked back with a frowning. 'This is playing dirty...' He sighed, looking back at the table. The Faerin gave a small glance at Majolica's face, she was staring at him with... a very suspicious expression in her eyes. 'SHE KNOWS.' He panicked internally. 'NO- IT'S TOTALLY ON HER FACE, LOOK AT THIS. HOLY SH-' Hanno took a deep and long breath... 'Calm down.' The Faerin nodded, giving a last look on Majolica's eyes. He gulped. Ignoring that situation, he bowed booming a pretty smile to @Cyriac Felix. "Thank you very much for understanding! And sorry for the inconvenience." Hanno turned and walked away, to finally get to the kitchen. Grabbing the Curry Brisket with dumplings and the Special Curry (That in fact, looked pretty plain). Hanno stared blankly at the 'Special Curry', as he slowly took his time to prepare himself for doing something he would get him scarred for life. He sighed before shaking his head- 'No, I am Hanna-chan now. I need to be cheerful and cute!' The Faerin tried to mentalize something uplifting, but ended up almost choking at his own thought... To think that for the first time in his life he would scowl at himself for being positive about something. Walking happily, the Faerin boomed close to the table of both men that, for the unfortunate Hanno, had @Libitina Cerin closeby. 'Damn it, go away!' He wanted to yell at her, but he didn't want to be rude to the girl... Besides, she won that bet, so she deserved to appreciate it. He placed the Curry Brisket, that had a HUGE portion of dumplings for @Manya Boole. Someone that saw that would say that the waitress was completely spoiling the fellow Faerin. "Curry Brisket with dumplings for you~" Hanno gave a bright and warm smile, that fortunately (Or unfortunately) was completely genuine. After this, he turned to @Ash Vargold, putting on the table a very plain Curry. "And your daily special Curry~!" The Faerin smiled widely. Someone that looked at the curry and heard that it was the daily special would probably think that was just a big bad joke, apparently there was nothing special on it, it just looked like a normal Curry that anyone would be able to cook in their houses. So what was the point of calling that a 'Daily Special'? 'Can I say uncle and consider it done?' Hanno frowned internally. He knew the reason why that Curry was so special, and now he was about to make any questions about that very clear. Suddenly the Faerin nervously pulled a chair close to the Caenis customer, sitting on it and letting out a nervous sigh... Hanno glanced slightly at the man, looking back to the curry with his cheeks turning pink-ish as he blushed in embarrassment. 'O-Okay. Here we go'. Pulling out a spoon, Hanno slowly stretched his hand toward the special Curry, filling the spoon with some curry and rice... After doing this, he looked up at the Caenis, staring deeply to his eyes... The Faerin's eyes expressed a big and strong insecurity as he slowly raising the spoon to the man's mouth level. "O-Okay, Onii-chan... S-Say aaaaaah!" The Faerin said with a shaken and completely embarrassed tone, with the spoon getting closer to the Caenis mouth.
