Who: Serge, Corrin, Klonoa, Terra
When: Oct. 1-30
Where: Various
What: There's a bunch of moogles with problems around. Serge wants to help.
Warnings/Notes: As they come up.
I'm posting all five of Serge's prompts here. If you'd like to be added to one of them, send me a PM and we'll go nuts!
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When she seems hesitant, he adds, "You don't have to come inside if you don't want to."
The weremog nods, then. "Beef chow mein, kapooooo!"
Serge is grinning again, starting to cross the street. "It's only a couple blocks. Come on Klonoa, I promise it's way easier than you think it is. Anybody who says they can't cook just doesn't give themselves enough credit."
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"Okay, I'll give it a shot!"
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The door is unlocked, opening onto a small sitting room/dining room/kitchen area, with stairs at the back leading upwards. "Welcome home, guys. Take your shoes off, it's a thing. You can come in if you want, but you don't have to. Klonoa, think you could get some stuff out of the pantry? Carrots, bean sprouts, oyster mushrooms, and bok-choy. She keeps stuff labeled if you dunno what that is, I'm gonna go upstairs and say hi real quick!"
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It's a quiet little home, nothing fancy and quite cramped, but it's very... lived-in. Cozy, is probably the word. A small fireplace, with numerous pictures on the mantle, depicting the same three people, a man with hair the exact same shade as Serge's, a woman with auburn hair, and a child that could only be Serge himself, though all of the more recent photos seem to be missing the man. All in all, it has the definite appearance of a family home.
The little weremog crosses the threshold somewhat hesitantly, looking around.
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"I'm not really that good at cooking, but Serge seems to know what he's doing. I bet we'll be able to make something really delicious!" He says, throwing his hands up.
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It's not all that difficult. Serge seems to enjoy working in the kitchen, and once he's finished with the vegetables, he retrieves a beef loin from the refrigerator and works on cutting that into similar strips while a wok is heated on the stove. "It's crazy simple, really. About 90% of the work and time is just getting the veggies prepped. I dunno what the heck the restaurants around here think is chow mein, it's this gloopy soupy gross mess of veggies and no meat or noodles or anything. You gotta go to Nakagawa if you want something decent. Oooor visit somebody who was raised there." He grins. "Alright, time for the best part. Throw the meat in!"
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He sighs, just relaxing despite the effort to cut things. This feels nice. He's... not gotten many chances to just relax like this in his dreams. Even in the worlds where things aren't in need of helping, he's usually doing something active with all his friends. He kind of hopes he sees Serge again after this is all through.
When he returns, Klonoa nods resolutely, and hefts the meat! Whapow!
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He dumps the entire mess out onto a serving plate, before carrying it to the small table. Four big bowls of beef chow mein, coming right up! "Ta-da!" He's practically beaming, as the moogle takes a seat at the table, eyes wide. "Oughta be enough for everybody, plus some left over for-"
He's interrupted by the arrival of the same woman Klonoa might recognize from the pictures, dressed for bed. In spite of the apparent invasion of her house, she seems to be taking it in stride. "Well, I wasn't going to just sit upstairs and let you visit without coming by to say hi. Who're your friends?"
"Oh! This is Klonoa, and... I guess this is the 'werewolf' people have been worried about. Turns out it's just a hungry moogle. Guys, this is my mom!"
A dinner for four- and it's highly unlikely there'll be any leftovers, with how enamored the little moogle seems with the food.