AN: Still playing Digimon Survive. DEFINITELY not like any other Digimon game I've played before.
Anything (Nicholas)
He stares at the bevy of ingredients in front of him, and ponders. What could he make? Anything, really.
The vegetables would taste delicious stir-fried in a little oil; perfect for pairing with a filet of lightly seared Red Beast Flesh.
But then again, perhaps the day called for something classic and comforting – a rice or pasta dish, maybe.
Eggs? He could spend the next hour rattling off the many possibilities when it came to cooking with eggs.
Grinning in anticipation, he rapidly ties an apron around his waist and relishes in what's to come.
Time to go to work.
Request (Sara, Fie)
"I told you, didn't I?" Sara said, easily being able to picture the annoyed expression Fie must have been wearing on the other end of her ARCUS. "New bracers'll get always stuck with the dregs at first. Comes with the territory."
"Babysitting, though?" Fie grumbled, her displeasure loud and clear. "I'm not trying to spin this either. This job is basically babysitting, and not the kind where I'm trying to keep a kid from doing something really dumb and finding action when they do it anyway."
"Interesting. Do y'get fridge privileges and access to the liquor cabinet?"
"… Hanging up now."
Darkness (Kurt/Juna)
"Are you okay down there?"
A yelp, a thump, a muffled curse.
"Y-Yeah, I'm – uh, looking through boxes still!" a frazzled Juna called out.
"You've been at it this for a while," Kurt said, standing atop the stairs and looking more than a little amused. "You're sure you don't want that light?"
"For the fifth time, no! I know what I'm looking for, it's just… been a while, that's all."
"I see. And you're fairly certain the lack of illumination has nothing to do with your current struggle?"
"Yes!"
"Would you use it if I brought it down?"
"… Maybe."