dave strider (
oculusriffs) wrote2018-05-06 03:29 pm
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TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it
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[maybe because he hasn't steered him into a pit of spicy lava just yet.]
Someone's gotta. 'Sides, I don't know shit about cooking; from where I'm sitting right now, you're already basically a better looking Emeril Lagasse.
[Dave.]
Think it's safe to assume you're not gonna melt my voicebox.
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[also, uh]
Emeril who?
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[do it, Akira. lob those curry spices in the curry pot and throw out a pun while you're at it.]
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[he is absolutely going to do that just to prove he's better than this Lagasse dude]
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Right. Got it. I'll whip up a catchphrase so witty you'll never see it cumin.
[badum. . . tsh. . .]
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Yeah. All right. I'll do my best to endure your brainstorming.
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Thanks for being my sounding board. Every great entertainer needs one.
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[such suffering in that voice!]
[and while Akira finishes whipping up this potentially brain-melting bowl of curry, Dave will just go ahead and rhyme up that percolator he promised. because terrible puns that might prompt him to tattle on Akira or not, he did make a promise. and besides, the dude's still a bro.]
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You know curry tastes better when chased with a cup of coffee?
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Guess I'm about to find that out for sure. I mostly just stuck to snacks, the occasional Tex-Mex and apple juice back home.
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The curry filled light.
[less Tex-Mex and more burgers and junk food, but hey, it's similar]
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[hey, that's how Dave refers to the person who raised him, when he isn't referring to him as his bro, so it pings him a little. also, gotta ask: how much did Akira sass Sojiro during his stay at the cafe?]</small.
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[Akira would call him "dad" but he actually isn't sure how okay with that Sojiro is, so. . .]
He looked after me when I moved to Tokyo, and gave me a place to live in the attic of his coffee and curry cafe.