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[hellishrabbit]

Who: Kamui and your fridge
Where: People's temples!
What: Someone's raiding your refrigerator
When: September 25-September 30

It could be in the daytime, or maybe in the late hours of the night. You come down to the kitchen for whatever reason; you're thirsty, you heard a noise, you want a midnight snack--Whatever it is, you can hear things being moved around, the clattering of jars and plates. When you enter the kitchen, you'll find a certain alien, arms full of your fridge's contents (or what's left of it), shamelessly chewing at something in his mouth (bread? Chicken? Ham?). 

He turns when he feels your presence, but there is not sign of being caught in his expression. Instead, he lifts up a free hand to wave oh so casually at you. "Got any juice? I think that'll wash this down pretty well."

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[eternalshield]

"Down cellar," Zeno says brightly. The refrigerator (it's really more of an icebox...) is sparsely stocked, since Zeno will genuinely forget it exists, and isn't exactly harmed by something out of date, or even spoiled.

He whisks a plate and some chopsticks out of a storage cupboard, while he's thinking about it, and a stone cup.

"Be seated!" he offers, spreading his arms around and indicating the soft earthen floor. The gold splendor of the temple's exterior doesn't really match the humble inside of the first floor, but Zeno rarely goes upstairs, where there's gold and tapestries and furniture.

Instead, he runs down cellar himself and reemerges with a bottle of cool loquat juice.

In these times, or any times, he assumes that the stranger steals food because he's in need. Zeno isn't, and so he's just going to pour some loquat juice and find some fresh fruit, since he doesn't remember who bought the cheese Kamui is eating, nor how long ago it was...

[hellishrabbit]

Kamui swallows down whatever he's got in his mouth and smiles back. Not questioning the blonde's actions, he walks over, crosses his legs and plops down, placing whatever he had in his arms down on the ground.

"I think you need to go grocery shopping. You're kinda low on supplies," he tells him when the guy returns.

[eternalshield]

"Most of it's down cellar, too," he says, laying down a bowl of apples and pears. He passes the loquat juice to his visitor, and doesn't take any food for himself, not just yet.

"Anyway, it's more fun with company! If you eat all of this, Zeno just has an excuse to go bother some friends, so really, it does Zeno a favor!"

[hellishrabbit]

"You talk funny," he points out bluntly, taking the cup and sipping from it. He pauses, looking down at the cup and sniffing at it. "What's this? Not bad.."

[futhark]

You know who is allowed to the fridge at 3:25AM? Technically no-one - there is even a note on the fridge detailing curfew hours - but even if the kitchen is his shinki's territory, it's still Caster's temple, right? Temple ownership trumps kitchen ownership, land of the vassal, still belongs to the king, etc, etc.

So yeah, Caster still sneaks sometimes to snack at that chest of food, but this time-- someone had beat him to it.

"What the--" There's a random dude feasting at their stock, and stupid - Stupid! - dog is sitting right next to him, tail wagging happily. "Thief! Prepare to pay for your crime!"

Uh,huh.

[hellishrabbit]

Kamui turns to look at him, though he doesn't so much as blink at his threat. Instead, he just lowers a drumstick to his new friend who happily takes his take of the spoils. Swallowing whatever was in his mouth, he finally recognize him.

"You're the guy from the temple. The flashy one." He gives the dog a pat on the head, kicking the fridge closed from behind as he makes his way to the counter.

"Nice place. Even nicer food. Do all god temples have meals like this?"

[futhark]

Traitor. That's what Caster things as he gives the hound a glare. Something, something, shouldn't have he trained them? It's been a month, he's still here, it might not be a bad idea for the future...

"No idea, ain't you a better-informed sort of a guy?" Or is this a first Temple you raided? Is the unspoken part of the question. Meanwhile, Caster materializes his druid staff, which arguably doesn't look as threatening as it usually would - since he's in his night clothes, and straight from bed. "I might be a bit better off because my shinki likes to cook--"

He continues in a conversational tone, despite being ready to attack at any moment. Good thing the kitchen is part of the dining hall - it's big enough to warrant some action... but there is still a real tangible danger of wrecking the temple.

[hellishrabbit]

If he were in a nightgown and had a beard he could pull off a Gandalf. He doesn’t treat the appearance of the staff as a threat though, continuing to pick at his food.

“My compliments to the chef.” It was his first, but it was definitely going to be a frequent stop over for Kamui now. “You want this or this?,” he asks his partner in crime. The dog looks between the two options Kamui is holding out, grabbing one of them. “Nice choice.”

[futhark]

At this point, it's the dog that is pissing Caster off more than the trespasser. No, seriously. You don't let strangers inside, might be too hard for untrained, friendly dog to realize- but taking their side is an insult.

Ugh

"He's a good cook, I give him that. You should compliment him in person." Caster suggests, and he suspects that might happen sooner than later. Because what he's planning to do might wake up one of shinki up - or both of them at once.

He jumps forward waving the staff just enough to try and hit Kamui with it, and succeed in not breaking anything in the kitchen- yet.

"OUT!"

[hellishrabbit]

Kamui ducks down, some really good egg thing sticking out of his mouth still, and rolls forward and back up into a standing position, turning on his heel to face the god.

"I'm still eating though," he answers plainly after swallowing down the little morsel of food. He's gotta ask the shinki that made it what it was. It was so soft, fluffy, and perfectly sweet! "What's he look like so I know?"

[futhark]

"Tall, white hair, dark skin, dressed in black and red..." Caster has no problem giving the description casually as if he wasn't just trying to whack the food-thief with the staff.

He's even using his god power to teleport right behind Kamui and attempt a hit from there. Why not use this nifty thing for a little advantage- and also get away from some of the more delicate kitchen equipment...

[fauxcalibur]

"I have wine, but it's generally not my habit to offer drink to thieves."

There's a certain amount of threat behind those words, but it's kind of nullified by the fact that Saber has chosen to wear sweatpants and a Godzilla T-shirt today. Sure, he's the king of this castle, but at the moment he looks more like a college student who just wandered into the kitchen at Medieval Times.

[hellishrabbit]

“That’s up to your perception then,” he shrugs, continuing to eat as he leans on the counter. “Though meat would definitely pair better with wine. Or pasta.” Which sounded good right now. “Nice shirt,” he points out. Who doesn’t like Godzilla?

[fauxcalibur]

Herein lies the dilemma: to confront a thief in his home or expound upon his newfound love for giant atomic lizards? It really only takes him a split second to come to a conclusion. A fight, after all, can occur at any time, but a discussion can generally only happen when both parties are conscious. Therefore lizards first, then fights if necessary.

"Why thank you! I thought I would try to get to know the culture of Japan better, seeing as I really know little of it, and that's when I discovered Godzilla! And, truly, all movies about giant monsters, but there are so many to watch that I decided I'd pick one to focus on and watch all that I could! And then I bought a T-shirt!"

[hellishrabbit]

"So you've watched all the movies?" What a nerd. "So why Godzilla?," he asks as he continues to eat. "What made him stand out from the rest?"

[fauxcalibur]

"Hmmmm..." That requires a bit of thought. He's totally forgotten what's going on around him at this point. "I would say that it's quite fascinating how his stories have changed as the years have passed! First, he was nothing but an unstoppable force, a terrible monster, but then he became almost a guardian of humanity, though he still destroyed a good bit of property while he was at it. It seems in recent times he has returned to being seen as a monster to be defeated again, and the films seek to remind the audience that it was humanity's folly that created him."

He's put a lot of thought into this.

"I must say, though, that my favorites are the ones with as many monsters as possible."

[hellishrabbit]

"You know what would go well with food?," he says as he puts a hand on his shoulder, his tone serious.

"A movie marathon."

[fauxcalibur]

"I haven't forgotten that you need to be punished for your thievery, but I'm also sorely lacking in company!"

It's an unusually cheerful tone of voice for telling someone you fully intend to kick their ass later, but somehow it seems to fit his whole demeanor.

"We can certainly sort all of that out after we've watched some movies, yes?"

[kokuyoyo]

There is a yoyo in one hand, an owl beanie on his head, and an unimpressed look over all on Chikusa's face. Really, he's only staying the night here with Ken to make sure Ayumu has been alright...

This is the last bit of nonsense he needs.

Still, instead of immediately turning away the weirdo in the kitchen, Chikusa blinks slowly. "No," he says quietly, ignoring that whatever remains of the cookies from their baking spree has probably now been devoured. "...But we could get something for you to drink."

It's just not juice.

[hellishrabbit]

“Oh! Got any milk?”, because that’s what you drink with cookies, right? The guy’s face sure contrasted with the owl beanie. What was that called here? Gap moe?

[kokuyoyo]

"Something like that." Really, they have to go shopping.... For now, however, he shuffles to the cupboards to find a small shallow cup- more like someone would have for sake than anything. "Like almonds...?"

[hellishrabbit]

"They're alright. Not very filling though." He walks over to peer at what else they have. "Did your grandma make you that hat? It looks warm."

i feel like i need to apologize so much for this shithead for further down the line

[kokuyoyo]

"I meant more as a flavor..." With the cup in hand, he starts to shuffle back towards the doorway only to pause. "No. Bought it. I'm a shinki, so..." It's not as if he has a grandma anyway.

not with this shithead ahahaha

[hellishrabbit]

Almond flavored milk? "Oh, sure, why not." Kamui wasn't opposed to trying new things.

Kamui continues to follow him, stopping when he does. "Well we all came from somewhere. Maybe your grandma's a shinki already. Ah, but then she wouldn't remember that you're her grandkid, huh?" There goes that theory. "It looks like something a grandma would make."

[kokuyoyo]

"There are a lot of things like this on the market... and that can be made by regular people, I guess." Chikusa wouldn't know, not being into the knitting scene just yet. Food has his focus. Speaking of...

As he shuffles over to the stairs, he eyes their intruder warily. "...If you go up the stairs, my dog will attack you... and it'll be annoying..."

By 'dog', he means 'blond teenager who doesn't bathe and will chase a ball if it's thrown'.