Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 17, 2016 13:34:55 GMT
While Endivia were showing the appeal of the meal in a rather obvious sense, Ayumu could not help but clutch his left knuckle with his other hand while holding in a soft squee.
It was always a great feeling when he performed well on the culinary field, even when the ingredients of foods were starting to become obvious by merely tasting it for him, he was always proud of every meal like a small child that was send out to the world to fulfill its goal.
Cracking his knuckle after one squeeze to hard, he flinched for a second before hearing endivia her question, uttering a few words of pain while shaking his hand. “Please don't laugh, but I myself have been more of a fan of Rock and Classical music, even the sub-genre's of rock have found a way to dig into my heart as well...” Rummaging through a small stack of pictures that was hidden somewhere to the right of the cooking section of the stall, his finger brushed through quite a few of them before a small paper cut became visible with his voice abruptly going into a pained shout to a sudden moment of silence while stomping his foot, a single droplet running down his cheek as he plastered a band aid manifested from the thin air itself onto it. “My good old mother met my father while playing an horrible rock song, we have always had a bad affinity towards music but when she played this song, my father just walked up to her and sat there, listening while all others were booing her. To him it was the most beautiful song he had ever heard and just three years after... I was coming up.” Giving a awkward blush, Ayumu turned his head away from the front of the stall as he wanted to sink into the ground for giving such information, hoping that she would not laugh towards him, make fun of this or even ridicule his family. “Gee-sh... thinking back, these four hundred years have been a rough existence yet people like you and the others make it completely worth it... Thank you, but please, would you mind playing me a piece?”
Ayumu slowly made his way back to the front of the stall as the burning plate was forced to rapidly cool by his fingers as a small trail of ice started to form with the flames starting to extinguish, yet instead of abandoning the art of cooking, he started to make some rather peculiar dough at this moment, it was at first merely a yellowish color, the same as any dough of bread but the more he worked on it the more the colors started to shine through it, it was almost as if the bread itself was sparkling... But would it really be used for bread?
It was always a great feeling when he performed well on the culinary field, even when the ingredients of foods were starting to become obvious by merely tasting it for him, he was always proud of every meal like a small child that was send out to the world to fulfill its goal.
Cracking his knuckle after one squeeze to hard, he flinched for a second before hearing endivia her question, uttering a few words of pain while shaking his hand. “Please don't laugh, but I myself have been more of a fan of Rock and Classical music, even the sub-genre's of rock have found a way to dig into my heart as well...” Rummaging through a small stack of pictures that was hidden somewhere to the right of the cooking section of the stall, his finger brushed through quite a few of them before a small paper cut became visible with his voice abruptly going into a pained shout to a sudden moment of silence while stomping his foot, a single droplet running down his cheek as he plastered a band aid manifested from the thin air itself onto it. “My good old mother met my father while playing an horrible rock song, we have always had a bad affinity towards music but when she played this song, my father just walked up to her and sat there, listening while all others were booing her. To him it was the most beautiful song he had ever heard and just three years after... I was coming up.” Giving a awkward blush, Ayumu turned his head away from the front of the stall as he wanted to sink into the ground for giving such information, hoping that she would not laugh towards him, make fun of this or even ridicule his family. “Gee-sh... thinking back, these four hundred years have been a rough existence yet people like you and the others make it completely worth it... Thank you, but please, would you mind playing me a piece?”
Ayumu slowly made his way back to the front of the stall as the burning plate was forced to rapidly cool by his fingers as a small trail of ice started to form with the flames starting to extinguish, yet instead of abandoning the art of cooking, he started to make some rather peculiar dough at this moment, it was at first merely a yellowish color, the same as any dough of bread but the more he worked on it the more the colors started to shine through it, it was almost as if the bread itself was sparkling... But would it really be used for bread?