Open/Closed Prompts

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Who ⬤ Nero and you
What ⬤ Open and closed starters
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Sex in at least one thread


I. Substory #3 Drifter Grifter

[He looks tiredly at the list of crimes of this grifter and for a moment he wonders if Bradley's out there stealing again? He's probably stealing, but is this specifically Bradley or just some idiot he doesn't have to care about?]

Okay, so what did this guy look like? Did he even have any information or was he just dining and dashing?

[Are there, for some reason, giant windows in your bathrooms? How is this guy getting out so easily?]

II. City of Rain, before hours
[Now more than Ever Nero's grateful to have his shop. An oasis of calm in the middle of the din of Jigokuchou. Of course, the quiet rule doesn't come into effect until the shop actually opens. Sometimes it is nice to be able to talk to his employees without having to write everything down on paper.

He has been cooking a little earlier than usual, but that might be because of the new hire. Bradley? Just somebody from home. At least it's very normal for Nero not to say much about himself.

He does send out a text to everyone who works there.]

Breakfast on Friday at 10 if you want to come early.

Tell me what you want.

III. Wildcard
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II

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[Hello, Nero. Here you have a customer, dark blue makeup, piercing dark eyes, sharp uniform, cape and pauldrons and all. He looks over the interior with a narrowed glance, before approaching the counter.]

Can you make any request for food?

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[This is an Outfit. Is this casual? It can't be casual.

The restaurant is clean, though not especially large.

Nero doesn't say anything about his quiet rule, only because it's before the official hours.]

You're here early. I can make what I have the ingredients for. What are you thinking of?

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...

[He's actually quiet for a moment - not because he's noticed there's a quiet rule, suddenly, but he's thinking.]

Eggs and toast. Do the eggs however you please.

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No preferences or allergies?

[He'll pull out the eggs and a nice loaf of bread from the oven, probably just finished.]

[divisors]

Not really. I think I told you, Servants don't need to eat. And I don't recall what I ate when I was alive.

[Just. Says that casually. He's moving to take a seat, sweeping his cape behind him.]

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[He can't really tell if that's sad or not, but if he can taste, then it's not a waste.

He gives a small hum as confirmation and he cracks the eggs in a pan, waiting for it to go slightly crispy at the edges. Another pan gets a thick slice of bread, toasting it evenly on both sides.

Eggs and toast don't take long to finish, and Moriarty is served his meal. The eggs is crisped at the edge, the yolks are perfectly jammy, and it's placed at the center of the slice of toast.]

[divisors]

[He perches the bottom of his face against his hands Gendo Ikari style to watch as Nero does his work. It isn't a terribly complicated dish - he would perhaps prefer complicated, given that he just likes complicated things, but for his first meal? Maybe its better that its like this.]

[He picks up a fork to pick at the yolk a little, then the egg, before reaching over to take a bite of the toast. A moment...and then he continues, a little more eager. He's not hungry. He can't feel that. But for a moment, tasting food like this, it's...]

[Moriarty quickly eats the whole thing up, before taking a napkin to daintily wipe his mouth, and he...sits there, for a long moment, before he says, quietly:]


...It's fine.

[Yeah.]

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[Nero does watch him eat, just because he doesn't have anything else to do at this moment. If he was actually open this early, then maybe he'd have other customers to tend to.]

You ate it pretty quickly. [His cooking is more than just "fine", thank you. His voice doesn't betray any annoyance, just a simple pointing out of a fact.]

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...Yeah. [A beat.] I mean. Yes.

[He has to be proper(tm), after all.]

Kind of weird to just...eat. [His voice cracks a little on his words - he tenses.] I suppose.

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[If he wants to be Proper, then Nero's not going to stop him. He'll graciously not even point out his "yeah". But honestly, is it so bad to be a little casual? Not like Nero's going to tell.

There's a part of him that wants to make sure Moriarty at least enjoys the food he does eat.]

Weird in a good way?

[Would he like to eat more?]

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....Sure.

[And he's pushing forward the plate in Nero's direction, without warning, dark eyes flitting up to stare at him.]

I would like to try it again.

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[He takes the plate back, but that goes into the sink, to be washed later.

He makes it the exact same way, motions quick and efficient. It's clear he's used to making this sort of breakfast, and he has no troubles with it.

Again it gets plated and put in front of his customer.]

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Thank you.

[And he's pulling it towards himself again. This time, there's no hesitation. He simply digs in to eat it once more. The taste is still...vivid. Still good. Again, its finished in a moment, again the napkin comes up. He murmurs, quietly.]

Funny how...the simplest things really are...more monumental than they seem.

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[The small things in life, a good breakfast, the morning sun. The ability to sleep in every once in a while.

They're a reminder of what life is.]

Sounds like you enjoyed your meal. [A little fond.]

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I-I said it was fine.

[An almost instant reaction, like he's been caught with his hand in the jar. His ears burn a little.]

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[Hahaa, cute.]

If ya say so.

[divisors]

Ugh.

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Do you have things to drink, too?

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I have apple, grape, and orange juice, fruit teas, wines, and water.

[divisors]

Wine would be too early for the morning...just get me cup of tea.

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[It's not too early if you're an alcoholic. Or Bradley.

He will make a cup of peach tea.]

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[He nods as he slides it to himself, waiting for a moment for it to cool enough to sip on.]

...What do you usually make for your own breakfast?

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Toast and jam, eggs, and sausage.

[A delicious start to a day.]

[divisors]

Oh, not too far off from what I went with...

How do you like your eggs done?

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Depends on the day. Scrambled or poached are pretty good.

[divisors]

[A light nod, and then a sip of the tea. It's light, and soothing. Like summer.]

....When made you want to get into cooking?