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Red Fishies

Who: SS Red Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)

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[maybe he was headed to the kitchen to investigate the talking, or the unfortunate teriyaki-adjacent smell. or maybe he was just headed there anyway, because even antisocial skull-faced justice crusaders need to eat.

he has the unfortunate timing of showing up in the doorway right as there's screaming, which stops him dead in his tracks. he's wincing--a rare facial expression.]

...Why...

[At least it's muffled non-girly screaming, but still, Kanda has a tendency to yell when he's upset. Zhas gets a great view of Kanda halfway through spitting up noodles, though most of it is hidden by the pan. Surely he has an imagination.

Their eyes meet. There is a palpable moment of silence for the poor deceased teriyakighetti. He practically hurls the pot back into the sink and turns the water on without looking, sending Zhas the dirtiest look he can manage.]

Do you need something?

[He does not sound particularly charitable.]

[well, that's... unfortunate, because he can't keep a straight face for long.

his skeleton face breaks into a grin shortly before he starts laughing. his arm goes up to cover his mouth but he's hardwired not to touch his facepaint, so he just ends up clutching at his side and laughing harder because that's the funniest thing he's seen in months.

god help him he is turning away from the kitchen because he can't look at Kanda and not start laughing all over again. he's going to remember this forever.]

[Normally when skull-faced miscreants laugh at him, Kanda chops them up because they're related to Akuma somehow. Unfortunately, he's not getting that feeling from this kid. The moment he starts laughing, Kanda's face scrunches up-- which no doubt makes it funnier.]

What the hell is so funny?!

[Maybe he has something on his face. He wipes his mouth on his Exorcist uniform furiously. He's so tempted to yell a challenge but he's trying... to break out of that. He just got here. He's not supposed to hurt anyone.

UGH BUT IT'S SO HARD TO BE GOOD.]

YOU GOT A PROBLEM, BONEHEAD?!?

[HAHAHA, oh god, ow, haha, he's trying to stop laughing, honestly. he's trying so hard. he's leaning on a wall at this point because otherwise he'd fall over.

his face hurts. his side hurts. it's awful! he tries to wave a hand off in Kanda's direction because he's very much trying to keep himself quiet for more than a couple of seconds at a time.]

...Stop...

[you're killin' him... oooh lordy, at least the laughing is turning into him just trying to catch a breath...]

[He is... so damn embarrassed. He'd love to stick around and introduce himself, but instead he gathers the shards of his dignity and tries to move past Zhas into the hall. FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT.]

Whatever, I'm going.

[and Zhas isn't really going to make an attempt to stop him. he's busy pulling himself back together--and he prefers an empty kitchen to an occupied one, besides.

but when Kanda's already several feet behind him, he does call back...]

Leftovers are in the fridge...

[while he may be an asshole, even he wouldn't want a fellow man to starve to death...]

[That gets Kanda to stop, if only because he's really hungry and frustrated. He turns at the end of the hall, though he doesn't make any move to come back.]

... Are they decent?

[he finally pushes himself back upright and nods down the hall in response--finally pulling together into some semblance of his normal self. how do normal people survive laughing all the time? his face is sore...

he waits to see if Kanda plans on actually leaving, or if he'll come back around in the name of proper food.]

[He rounds the corner... but after a minute, he comes back and peeks down the hall to see if Zhas is still there.

He's really hungry, damn it.]

[...yeah. he's still there.

but his amusement this time is barely readable, and he waves him over before disappearing into the kitchen himself. Kanda or not, he's going to get some lunch.]

[Well, that's an invitation if there ever was one. Kanda steps lightly down the hall and comes into the kitchen again. This time, he decides, he is not going to poison himself.]

So there's no chef...

[god, what is he supposed to do with this.]

... I don't cook.

Sye'll feed you.

[the reply comes easily from where Zhas is now digging through the fridge. between the lot of them (Asuka, who buys food and brings leftovers; Syeira, who seems hell-bent on taking care of everyone on board; and himself, who is used to feeding two people by default), there's always something waiting to be eaten in their dark little kitchen.

he busies about in silence, sticking a container of something in the microwave and getting a couple of plates out for him and his new shipmate. he doesn't normally care for being nice to newbies, but he gets along with angry, irritable people better than most.

at least, he thinks he does. (he was just laughing at him, like, a lot.)]

[Kanda doesn't seem to have any objections. He's hungry enough that he might just start grabbing things out of the fridge and biting into them. He's still very angry about the lack of soba, but it can't be helped.]

Guess I don't have a choice.

[He'd rather not die of starvation. Regenerating after that is always awkward.]

What's your name?

[he turns to watch Kanda, leaning back against the counter while food warms up.]

Zhas.

[as he says it, he points in a loose "Z" shape in front of his own face.]

[Kanda folds his arms and... also leans against the counter, though obviously a bit further down. The hand gesture confuses him at first-- and then he remembers running into the mute guy.]

Kanda, [he replies, and he's not sure if he should provide a sign. That's basically the beginning and end of his expertise right there.]

[Zhas crosses his arms as well. two peas in a pod, right here.]

Job...?

Lab, but I'm not going in there unless someone makes me.

[He's going to be a very productive member of the crew, can you tell?]

Good.

[...good? what does he mean by "good"?? isn't that the opposite of what he should be saying?

but oh hey, food's done. he'll just pull that out of the microwave and start putting it on plates. it looks like a distant cousin of stir-fry.]

Someone else runs the lab here, right? [He remembers Allen mentioning that.] ... Coil, or something?

[That's stir fry. Good lord, it's almost like real food. He's eyeing it a little intensely.]

[his default frown goes a little deeper. he looks over at Kanda for a few seconds too long, thinking but not saying anything...

...but then he slides the plate over, with a fork and everything. no hard feelings.]

He gets mad about people in there.

[He's not sure what he's done to offend. There's a long awkward pause where he looks at Zhas, trying to comprehend the meaning of that stare, but his hunger wins out. He takes the plate.]

As long as he can handle whatever support is supposed to do, I'll leave him to it. [He scoffs.] I've spent enough of my life in labs like that one. [Too long. He stabs some of the stir fry with his fork, a little bit too violently to be normal.]

... Thanks.

[This time when he shoves it in his mouth, there is no screaming.]

[whatever it meant, the frowning disappears back into his usual all-purpose dourness as he picks up his own plate.]

Subject?

[asked as casually as one can, with a gravelly tone and next to no inflection.]

[Kanda makes a non-committal noise and continues eating. He doesn't like to talk about it, but if Zhas speaks lineface, which it seems he does, then that is probably a 'yes'.]

[the fact that he didn't disagree, or even ask for more clarification, is pretty telling. he won't ask more, because being the one who usually runs those sorts of lab experiments doesn't exactly give him much right.

so he eats his food instead, which may in itself may be a little alarming--he eats way too fast, snarfing it down like he's expecting someone to take it away if he doesn't.]

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