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- > You dig around in the pile of boxes, tossing an onion to Aria
- > "Like hell am I going to chop an onion."
- > You find what you are looking for, and straighten up
- "Even if I do the carrots and the potatoes?"
- > She scowls at you
- > "You just want to see me cry."
- > What a ridic-
- > Okay, now that she mentions it...
- > Eh, not worth the trouble
- "Fine, I'll do the onion, you do the carrots."
- > "That's more like it."
- > You roll your eyes, and set about preparing a cooking area
- > Two cutting boards, some knives, some peelers, aluminum foil, that's about everything
- > For a time the only sounds are the rustling of the trees, the whittling away of the vegetable peeler, and the careful cuts of your knife
- "Agh, curse you, onion!"
- > You step back, your eyes watering from the fumes
- > Aria smirks at you
- > "Stop being a baby, what's a little sulfuric acid in your eyes?"
- > You motion to the cutting board
- "You want to do this? No? Then kindly shut up, miss 'I don't want to cry'."
- > She taps her chin with the vegetable peeler
- > "I'm gonna level with you here. I just want to watch you cry, I don't particularly care why you do it. So get back in there and make me some delicious tears."
- "Pretty weird fetish you got there."
- > Aria rolls her eyes
- > "You have no idea."
- > Steeling yourself, you return to dicing the onion
- > Manly tears later, you are done
- > Looks like the carrots are done too
- "Looks like we split the potatoes."
- > She grunts an affirmative
- > You set about the tedious business of washing, carving, and chopping potatoes
- > Normally you'd go into a zen-state to deal with the boredom, but you have options now
- "So do you have any fetishes other than..."
- > You can't help but shudder
- > "Mr. R? Yeah, I got a few. Why, you volunteering?"
- > You shrug
- "Maybe. Depends on the fetish."
- > She smirks at that
- > "Alright. I got rough sex, bondage, rape, snuff, necrophilia, bleeding, castration, vore, "
- > It just goes on and on
- > Terms you only recognize from the darker threads of /d/
- > "Zombie gangbang, wound fucking, infections, corruption, waffle irons,"
- > In self defense, you idly imagine you are Forrest Gump, on the receiving end of Bubba's shrimp talk
- > Just chop the vegetables and let the darkness flow on by
- > "Anal fissures, and consensual sex in the missionary position solely for the purpose of procreation."
- "Wait, what about that last one?"
- > Aria shrugs
- > "A girl's got to be into some kinky stuff."
- > ...
- > You didn't really listen for most of the list, but you doubt it would make a difference
- "Yeah, that's the only one I could really get into. But I have to ask, where does Mr. Rogers fit into all of this?"
- > She gazes down into her memories, the knife held loose in her hand
- > "I wasn't always...as happy as I am now. I tried to stop eating."
- > Oh
- > "I stayed inside, played nice with the girls, tried everything I could do to avoid conflict."
- > Oh yeah, they do sorta feed on that
- > "Mister Roger's Neighborhood was the most calming thing, I thought it would kill me. I must have spent days, watching reruns of that old man."
- > She tucks a bit of hair behind her ear and smiles fondly
- > "He taught me to love myself, and to find the little joys in life. You ever been so depressed, all you do is masturbate?"
- > What
- "Not...really."
- > "I was. Then Adagio decided to put her foot down, and took away my videos. I got so angry, I beat the everloving shit out her. That's when I realized, I like being angry, I like being violent, and that is enough for me to keep on living."
- "That's almost inspirational."
- > "Isn't it though? Did you know I hugged him, once?"
- "Really?"
- > "Had to change my panties afterwards, but yeah. Good times."
- > You just stare at purple panda
- > She comes back to herself, and grins at you
- > "Enough about that. Let's mutilate these vegetables."
- > With a chuckle, you get back to work.
- > The ground beef gets portioned out, then the vegetables, and the two of you double wrap it all in foil
- > You stand by her side, proudly gazing upon the misshapen lumps in the fire
- "We did good today, partner."
- > "You're such a dork."
- > She punches you in the arm, hard
- > As you rub away the pain, you wonder if this is how she shows interest
- > Perhaps it's time for some body armor
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