open | station nonsense

[asymbiotic]

CHARACTERS: Chuuta Kokonose and OTA
LOCATION: around the station
DATE: after the Die is Cast mission
CONTENT: catch-all log, chuuta's being useful
WARNINGS: not yet will add as needed



i. Kitchen
[It's, of course, the kitchen where Chuuta can be found most of the time. There's a scratch down the left side of his face, from right by his ear to his jaw, and it's probably going to scar even though he's keeping it bandaged up, but he doesn't have any other injuries, there's nothing to keep him from cooking.

So he's cooking. It's probably a good thing after a mission, to come in to the kitchen and find food in the fridge ready to be reheated and eaten, or muffins neatly arranged on a tray to take, or something like fried chicken freshly made and hot. There's enough for everyone. More than enough, really. And if Chuuta's in the kitchen at odd times, in the middle of the night sometimes, or at five in the morning, well, that's just how things are.

He's a little more withdrawn than usual, giving a friendly smile and a hello when people walk in, or pointing out something he's just made to make sure people get a chance to try it, but he's not really striking up conversation, and he seems pretty quick to go back to working and listening to the music he has playing through the mp3 player and earbuds he brought from home.]

ii. Generally Around
[He can't keep cooking forever. Not because he can't, but because there is kind of a limit on supplies and even though he's making enough food for everyone, it would be pretty terrible if he burned through everything. So long before that happens, he leaves the kitchen. He's just sort of around, hanging out and working on a crochet project (it's a scarf, something lightweight and red and getting very long). He might be in the sunlight room, or the living area, the sunlight room, or the Ximusic room. He's just around, out of the way, absorbed in what he's doing, not striking up any conversation or causing any problems, just hanging out in the vicinity of other people]

iii. Wildcard?
[[you know how this goes hit me up @ hydok if you want anything in particular!]]

Comments

[evasives]

Which do you prefer to be called?

[ he gets the sense different places on earth have different preferences. ]

My name is Cassian.

[asymbiotic]

Well, where I'm from only close friends and family use your given name, but people here seem to be really casual about it, so whatever you want is fine.

[evasives]

It does not matter what other people do. I am asking what you want.

The thing about different planets is they all have their cultures and customs to follow too. [ and it's very easy for him to go along with them. most of the time it was important too! can't do anything to look out of place. ]

[asymbiotic]

Then you should use Kokonose for me.

Lots of people here don't ask, so thank you.

[evasives]

[ there's a lot cassian could say about the default of people to follow their own cultural familiarity, but instead he just nods at kokonose's thanks. he's disconnected from his own too much to really have a preference; he usual goes with the locality. ]

Andor is my family name, if you prefer to use that yourself. Genuinely for me, either is fine.

[ probably better to let this kid be comfortable at any rate. ]

[asymbiotic]

Okay. [That makes things easier.]

Oh! Let me know how you like the food. [That's the actual important part, in Chuuta's mind.]

[evasives]

I will let you know in a second.

[ he takes a bite of one of the pickled radishes, and after a moment he nods with appreciation, then finishes the rest. ]

Not spicy for me at all. I like it.

[asymbiotic]

Oh good, I'm glad! Have as much as you want.

[evasives]

Thank you. [ he takes another bite of it, genuinely enjoying it. ]

If you are going to be in here frequently, I will have to try more of your food.