🌿 BLIND COOKING What a perfect opportunity. He knows only a small handful of people here, and even then, not terribly well - but cooking? Honestly, he could do that with his eyes closed. So it is with utmost confidence that he picks up the blindfold, rather than the person he's paired with.
"I believe we'd have the best chances this way. Don't you?"
Hakkai, they don't. Know you. You have to elaborate better than that. But he doesn't, he just smiles blandly.
🌿 REST IN PIECES Well that's. New. A monstrous horse-looking creature. Not even Trench had been host to such a thing. They just look wrong, and the odd plant woven into their ratty manes is uncomfortably familiar. But there's a job to be done, an income to be made, and he bears a striking resemblance to a dirty rag, doesn't he.
Funny how that's what he recalls, even now.
"Hands-off would be a wise approach to dealing with it," he muses to his companion, whomever it may be. Hakkai doesn't appear armed, he just calmly rolls his sleeves up, keeping an eye on the creatures. They're approaching slowly, menacingly - bared fangs sickly looking in the graveyard light.
"I don't suppose you have a ranged weapon?"
🌿 SNOWED OUT The backseat of Hakkai's trademark (? maybe?) Jeep has been covered in a tarp. Forming a neat little bed for however much snow can be packed in there. He looks to have started this on his own - like so much of what he's doing lately - but also seems to be speaking to someone while he hefts in shovels of white powder.
"I know, I'm sorry. But it's only for a short while. We'll switch to a different method after this batch..." Or when his hands are too cold to keep going. Someone didn't put gloves on, like an idiot.
Despite getting started by himself, he won't turn down assistance, if it's offered. He can make dumb choices, hopefully will snap himself out of it if pressed.
(ooc: plotting comment is here! Happy to match format or have multiple threads for prompts!)
Cho Hakkai | Saiyuki + Deer Country CRAU | OTA
What a perfect opportunity. He knows only a small handful of people here, and even then, not terribly well - but cooking? Honestly, he could do that with his eyes closed. So it is with utmost confidence that he picks up the blindfold, rather than the person he's paired with.
"I believe we'd have the best chances this way. Don't you?"
Hakkai, they don't. Know you. You have to elaborate better than that. But he doesn't, he just smiles blandly.
🌿 REST IN PIECES
Well that's. New. A monstrous horse-looking creature. Not even Trench had been host to such a thing. They just look wrong, and the odd plant woven into their ratty manes is uncomfortably familiar. But there's a job to be done, an income to be made, and he bears a striking resemblance to a dirty rag, doesn't he.
Funny how that's what he recalls, even now.
"Hands-off would be a wise approach to dealing with it," he muses to his companion, whomever it may be. Hakkai doesn't appear armed, he just calmly rolls his sleeves up, keeping an eye on the creatures. They're approaching slowly, menacingly - bared fangs sickly looking in the graveyard light.
"I don't suppose you have a ranged weapon?"
🌿 SNOWED OUT
The backseat of Hakkai's trademark (? maybe?) Jeep has been covered in a tarp. Forming a neat little bed for however much snow can be packed in there. He looks to have started this on his own - like so much of what he's doing lately - but also seems to be speaking to someone while he hefts in shovels of white powder.
"I know, I'm sorry. But it's only for a short while. We'll switch to a different method after this batch..." Or when his hands are too cold to keep going. Someone didn't put gloves on, like an idiot.
Despite getting started by himself, he won't turn down assistance, if it's offered. He can make dumb choices, hopefully will snap himself out of it if pressed.
(ooc: plotting comment is here! Happy to match format or have multiple threads for prompts!)