absurd thoughts [solo mission]

Test some food solo mission

The dawn had come up to a rather despicable day, the weather seemed to harmonize with her mood, low hanging fog surrounding their house in a swarm of tiny grey nightmares. Productive as always the young woman had started preparing a breakfast while cleaning the kitchen and forming a list of what food would need to be purchased that evening. Sliding to pre-prepared   breakfast into the fridge it made a slight screeching sound, flinched backwards hand flickered, slamming the fridge door closed. With her mother working into the late night and early morning it seemed only fair to make extra breakfast to ease the older woman's burden, despite their lack of time together in recent years a deep set bond created by the passing of her father tied them together. Hair still hung loose, it was an oddity for the ocean like mass to flow in such a free way, tangled dark clumps lay curled around each other until in a spare moment she managed to snatch her brush up and straighten out the scraggly mess until it hung in a more sheet like fashion. Due to being fed Miko didn’t wish to overfeed herself, simply scarfing down a tiny piece of toast smeared with honey, something to settle the stomach after a night without food. Collar up the ribbon flicked around her neck settling and smoothed out, over under round pinch and tie, perk the looks up a little and keep them still. A red bow sat neatly with a pin stuck through, simplicity showed through the circular gold badge. Breakfast, bow, shoes slipped on. With one last glance she snatched hair ties and a small comb as she fled the building.

It would do no good to be late to the mission, that oddity of a man Mr. Egg had another mission which thankfully lacked the presence of that daughter of his, partially traumatized that day had not gone well. A cup of tea in that place making conversation had seemed okay at the time, yet an uneasy feeling accompanied those memories. Comb raking through her hair the youthful ninja started to make her way towards the home of Mr. Egg, a pathway which seemed far more familiar than she would have wished.

Around and under the separate groups of hair folded around each other creating what would become a pleasant looking fishtail braid. Sandals causing muted sounds as she wandered over a grassy patch the fine comb now rested in her pocket as the blue hair started to look more reasonable and familiar to her, the same braid as always, although perhaps she was starting to fall into too much of a routine? Nonsense, no routine when it came to personal hygiene and care would cause madness and havoc within her life. Elastic snapped as the beads on her hair tie clacked together, a tight braid, pullig on her scalp with each second that passed a slight pain from her head was a reminder to get through this with little nonsense or fuss. Be polite those words resounded within her mind, a smile stretched across her face, be polite be kind and all will be well. Should anything happen in the future they would remember how nice she had been and it would be a simple process of reconciliation. Hand brushing against the gate of his home once again the stone path under her feet passed faster than hoped.

As if waiting behind the door the man had opened it up just as she had arrived, an eerie feeling which nearly managed to clear her face of any pleasant expression. He welcomed her in, waving an arm as he spoke her name in an energy filled tone. As she was bid to do her sandals left at the door the young woman awkwardly stood in the entrance as he fussed around, the multitude of locks across his door put her on edge, wasn’t that a little odd? Who needed two locks, three latches and a chain strong enough to hold a Bijuu back! Nevermind he had turned back, unable to keep the silence her throat almost caught in her mouth. ”So I am here to taste test something correct? And then to give you a personal opinion”  Good, breaking the silence the task ahead seemed a little less daunting. He clarified, although what she had said was indeed correct it seemed the man preferred to get the last word in so simply reworded what she had said to assume his dominance and seem more intelligent than he actually was. Guided through to the kitchen she was surprised by how the room appeared, very clean, the clutter which seemed ever present in other areas hadn’t built up here, perhaps this was an office or working space for the man, what even was his profession?

Perched on the edge of a stool the sweet scents of food rose up to her, although from the mutters of disagreeable language coming from Chef Egg and how he frantically flicked through the pages of a book it seemed that the production of the food would not be instantaneous nor fast. It was as she started to trace the lines, fingers smoothly following the markings of the wooden benchtop which she was sat at the another person wandered into the room, one which she had hoped to not encounter that day. A flow of fabric as a skirt twice the size of her body swirled into the room, young ms.egg. Seated besides her the other female seemed to flicker her eyelids more than necessary, did she have some form of health condition? No no it would be best not to ask. Glancing over it seemed that the chef still remained in the midst of confusion, little progress was being made on the dishes. Ms.Egg leaved over, elbows on the bench it squeezed her check, enlarging the cleavage which had been framed by the frilly border of a rather oddly styled dress. Miko thought little of it, wondering why the young lady would wear such an outfit in the middle of winter with her chest so bare!

A smile played across her face slightly, asking how her previous date was faring, as the aqua haired female didn’t wish to seem rude or anything. The other, whom had slathered herself in expensive makeup and perfumes blushed slightly, tilting her head and moving slightly with eyelids exaggerating their batting speed. She mentioned being very well than you and returning the question to miko who merely replied with a simple compliment of how clad she was the other was doing well and that she herself was faring well. Awkward from her perspective as she found the new behavior quite odd, for what reason would the other be so elegantly dressed, all clothed in heavy layers, with copious amounts of makeup perfume and jewelry. It was only the morning! She hadn’t had much of a breakfast yet as this would act as a proper breakfast and yet this other young woman sat perched here as if she were from some form of children's books about princesses and other mythical unheard of creatures. Polity she merely nodded, the other had started making conversations, speaking deeply about their astrology signs and how the alignment of the stars indicated where their relationship and bond could go in the future. For her it wasn’t so much a sham, as it could be true, yet all of it seemed rather expensive with the stones candles cards and old woman predicting her future which she could do little to change. It would be better off buying a camel and setting it loose in a snowy village!

A plate clattered in front of her, the food steaming hot yet the man kept of cooking afterwards, glancing around she saw that he had mounded a pile of rather small plates up, each one would have a different taste it would seem. Yet how would she manage to press each one onto her taste buds before the next was deposited before her! A neat little spoon settled in one hand and a clean knife in the other the first dish was one made with a nice cut of pork , sauteed vegetables and a small bundle of rice pressed into a ball shape sat to the side. The ball of rice broke apart in quite a satisfying fashion, after prodding it vaguely with the tip of the fork and poking into it she had found that it had lost the round form which it had once retained and crumbled into a pile of soft rice. Vegetables soft when they needed to be there were a few different textures in there, soft carrots full of natural juices and rich flavour with the more dry and powdery beans, more vegetables too all conspiring on how to slowly conquer her taste buds. Drenched in a sauce that was perhaps ”A little too sweet.” It was pleasant to eat nonetheless.

Small tasting plate cleared it had barely made a dent in her hunger. As the portions had been miniature in proportion to the childlike tea set she had been eating off of. ”It was nice, the rice was good and soft, the meat was reasonably well done but not amazing, however that sauce was very sweet it sort of came on as overbearing, overpowering the flavours of everything else if you get what I mean” Her hands moved as she spoke, indicating what she meant as the chef had nodded a little, mental notes forming in his mind as he slid yet another plate before her. Such different odd cuisines, the bold helps a soup, bok choy leaves rimming the edges she could hardly wait for the bitter leaves to be changed by the broth, oysters and mussels, prawns as well and small chunks of chicken was it. Yes yes this looked interesting indeed, onion and broccoli had made it i as well, taking the spoon she had taken a sip of it all, glad that he hadn’t added noodles for then there young lady would have to compare it to her mother's noodle soups which were by far more godly than the concoction of tastes before her.

The bowl having been emptied she settled back relaxed on a mostly full stomach, by now he had stopped cooking, yet the oven remained on as a warmth and light emanate from the door. ”That broth, it was nice for sure, very good in terms of nutrition and protein, would be very good for someone who is sick. However the chicken and broccoli made it seem more like a poor person's meal, if you want to increase your ah, emotional state after eating this is would suggest removing the chicken at the least. Most of your stuff is reasonably good mister! I would just suggest practice and perhaps looking into different cuisines” Her voice reflecting her mood as a smile spread across her face whilst pushing the cleared bowl back, of course Ms.Egg beside her had started to oddly change her leg position every few seconds as if to draw attention to them, yet wy she would want to do that Miko had no clue, perhaps the female was hoping for some long socks, tights or pants as the skin was quite bare to the harsh elements of winter.

A clattering sound was heard as a tray made contact with the marble cooking bench, it w,must have been hot as slight disturbances in the air could be seen directly above, little cookies had risen into what looked like tiny hard frisbees. Oatmeals from how lumpy it was, very lumpy oatmeal indeed for who would cook such a thing, riddled with smooth chocolate chips as well as wrinkled old raisins. A tantalizing treat which edged closer to not worth it every second that she spent thinking about the mental trauma often induced due to oatmeal and raisin cookies. Straightening her bow at the front of her shirt the youthful woman brushed off any crumbs which had decided to reside on her clothing before awkwardly slipping off the stool due to the obstruction next to her, Ms.Egg had decided to hike up her skirts and display her rather splendid legs to the other female who wanted to do nothing more than depart. Brushing past she almost fled the building, only caught at the door by Mr.Egg as it too a moment to snag her sandals up and carefully slide them on, one hand offered her the reward after a brief handshake of thanks. Mentioning that she was welcome to return anytime Miko had hurriedly said her thanks, a beaming smile on her face as the woman spoke about how she had liked tasting the food and how sure she was that Mr.Egg would become a great chef with just a little more practice.Hand clutching the reward bag a knot formed in her throat as a lumpy cookie shaped object could be felt through the bag, surely not. They had planned to poison her with oatmeal, raisin and chocolate chip cookies? Swung open with such speed she had slammed the door behind her, striding with a speed indicating that she was late and had somewhere to go the simply dressed genin left the gate open behind her half tempted to break into a run. She didn’t know quite what it was yet the odd father and the daughter who seemed far too interested in showing bare body parts to strangers were a duo which the teenager had happily departed from.

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+1,000 exp
+500 ryo