6th Hat Flip [Accidental Video/Action]

[immamartillo]

[Somewhere in Luceti, Firo's draped over a tree branch, asleep and freshly returned from his mallynapping. He looks a little worse for the wear, but he's out of the woods (figuratively) now, isn't he?

Unfortunately, gravity's not going to give him a break today, and as soon as he shifts in his sleep Firo goes tumbling to the ground. How's that for a wake up call?

It's not far of a fall, but Firo's incredibly ungraceful landing doesn't do him any favors. There's a crunching sound as he hits the ground, twisted around so that he lands on his left hand.]

Ah-! Ow-! Shit!

[Firo stays lying like that for a moment: both in the process of waking up and cursing everything from the malnosso to the tree- whatever he can blame for this situation. Then, with some reluctance, he rolls onto his side and stares at his hand with a mixture of pain and consternation. Unlike what he's become used to over the past few years, it stays stubbornly broken. His eyes widen. This is not how it's supposed to work...]

What? Why isn't it-?

[He tries to flex his fingers and winces; it's then that he catches a glimpse of his journal lying open nearby. Great. Of course it had to show off one of his less dignified moments.]

Damnit... Are you kiddin' me?

[Sighing and gritting his teeth against the pain, he pulls himself into a sitting position. Arms crossed over his chest, he takes a deep breath and tries to recover some aplomb.]

So... Guess I'm back. Screw this place.

[ooc: Firo's back from being mallynapped and is now going to be without his immortality for a while. After a few weeks it'll return to its normal Luceti dampened state.]

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Uh, not exactly... but had a few small fires, yeah. [Meek Mac is meek.]

So I don' really use the stove no more 'cept for eggs. I can make those okay but it's just easier usin' the microwave for stuff.

[immamartillo]

Geez... I guess I'll stand by with a bucket of water. And then once I'm all back to normal I'm gonna teach you how to minimize destruction while cookin'. Sound good?

[He has these horrible mental images of Mac being forced to choose between starvation and lighting his home on fire.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Oh God, that's terrible. Banish the thought!

Mac's face deepens in colour.]

Yeah. Deal.

[Wait, but what does Firo get out of this aside from not seeing his place go up in flames?]

[immamartillo]

[Some good karma, perhaps? He certainly needs it.]

I probably can't show you anything too fancy, but there's nothin' wrong with soup and stuff, is there?

[Ennis appreciates Firo's cooking. That's all that matters.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

No, nothin' at all. Know I really like stuff like chicken noodle or cream a' mushroom.

[Which he's known to come from cans, BUT STILL. Delicious, especially in the winter.]

[immamartillo]

Then chicken noodle soup'll be the first thing we make, okay? That's gotta be hard to set fire to, right?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Best mental image ever.]

You'd think so... [He lets out his breath, cracking a grin.] Nah. With you helpin' me out, think m'gonna do awright. Then I can invite ya over for some soup sometime.

[immamartillo]

Of course you'll do alright.

[He laughs and smiles faintly.]

And you'd better invite me over for some.

[Why teach somebody to cook if doing so doesn't get you free food?]

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[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Hm... since I can't really think of anything that doesn't overlap too much, think this is an okay place to wrap up? :3]

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[immamartillo]

[Sure! :)]

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[thelittlemacthatcould]

[It's been good at always. :3 Cooking adventures!]