paradisalost | 5th Category - Plant Type

[ Anyone near the kitchen might notice Duke in there. At first he's just walking about, a little awkwardly, perhaps, taking turns and just mentally mapping where everything is. He pauses occasionally, hearing the sound of one of those magic fairies, but since he can't figure out what it is, it's ignored.

After that he's going to start cooking, and if knives near fingers make you nervous, don't watch him. Although he's doing fairly well at not nicking his fingers as he starts working on making something involving eggs.

Not doing so well at keeping his fingers free of egg, so there might be a tiny bit of that dripped on the page before the sounds of stirring and him finding things comes through the journal. ]

... If it was not this warm inside the castle.. what would you have done to keep yourself warm? [ He probably would have just become a mass of blankets and tried to sleep through winter, because there's no desert for him to wander off to, but shush. Chop chop chop - silence. ]

.....Stings..

((OOC: Feel free to come in and ask him to make an omelet for you too, or take advantage of the fact his hands are a bit busy for kissing! I promise no stabbing will happen. 8D))

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[ He most definitely doesn't smell drunk, and his blank staring is getting somewhat closer to accurate as the other speaks. ]

.... Would rather do some things myself yet. [ Even if one of his hands is getting nicked. ]

Oh. Well... watch out, bro. I don't think blood's a key ingredient in omelettes. [he thinks he gets it, now. maybe the guy's blind?]

[ Quite possibly, given even though he's staring he doesn't seem to be noticing any sort of expression change. ]

.... Does not feel as if I have lost that much blood... [ And checking that with his mouth now. How much blood does his fingers taste like? ]

Maybe you should go to the clinic and get that patched up. Or like -- I dunno. Have the ghosts do the prep work so you don't cut yourself so much.

[the fact that he's not bothered about slicing up his fingers is a little ... well, it's creeping him out just a lot]

... does that not defeat the purpose of doing it by oneself? [ Fine. Patching self up, if someone is worried about him needing to get patched up. Putting that knife carefully aside, and then glowing magic time.

There's still traces of blood on his fingers, but no more cuts. ]

Not entirely. I mean - you can do the rest, just not the ...

[and then magic happens. his voice trails off as he stares a bit]

... sharp. Object. .... Stuff.

[three years in the castle come February, and seeing direct magic like that still surprises him]

... Perhaps next time. [ Blind man is being stubborn. Although he seems to be doing okay at not cutting himself too often - or badly. The knife is held against his cutting surface, food pressed right up against it then fingers back and inch forward to start cutting. ]

... Sentence got away from you.

People don't usually pull a Cure Light Wounds right in front of me.

.....Then you are of those whose healing is not reliant upon magic. [ He decides he's got enough things sliced. and find his frying pan. Where did it run off to. ]

Yeah, no. [he scoots the pan over to him across the counter as a couple fairies flutter over] The only magic in my world is sleight of hand. I'm pretty awesome with it, though.

Hm. [ The sound of the tinkling gets hidden by the sound of the frying pan moving, and so Duke doesn't seem aware of the fairies at all. ]

... There are some who practice that sort, I believe. But such things were not as prevalent as magic...

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/thumbs up for Cure Light Wounds XD

why thank you!

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