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SOBA

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CHARACTER NAME

Geto Suguru

CIVILIAN NAME

Zaru Soba

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

003

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Comments

will choso stop gojo from beating him up in hallways bc he might then

[gorb]

We spoke pleasantly.

Itadori-kun forgives too easily.

he’d do his best

[gimu]

he does, but he does not forgive without reason.

have you been eating?

mmmm maybe we'll see if he gets blamed for the new cults

[gorb]

...

Why are you asking?

[gimu]

?

because i’m going to feed you?

[gorb]

Why?

[gimu]

you seem like the kind of guy who foregoes sustenance because you’re feeling bad.

[gorb]

My appetite has always been complicated.

( An understatement, but at least he's giving a little. )

Do you cook?

[gimu]

[ always been complicated, huh? that sounds like something a serial troublemaker would say. ]

i can make simple things. fried tofu. seasoned fried chicken breast. fried egg. miso. cup noodle.

[gorb]

Why did you learn how?

( Does he need to eat? Maybe. Admittedly Geto tries not to think about Choso, it makes things complicated. )

[gimu]

to feed yuji.

[ but, no, that’s too dismissive of who taught him, and how it came to be. try again. ]

but i learned first from a friend of he and i, who does more good than i can count. i learned because that friend was willing to teach. now, i can cook and feed the people i want to.

[gorb]

Ah.

I learnt to feed my girls too. It hadn't been important before.

[gimu]

these kinds of things are never as important when it’s just for ourselves.
so it’s important that someone else makes sure we’re properly fed too.
hence why i’m here taking up your brain space.

[gorb]

You're very strange.

( Which might seem rude but it mostly just a comment. He's deeply curious though. )

Just as long as you know you don't have to. I'm not going to snap and kill everyone if I don't eat anything other than combini supplies.

[gimu]

i know.

[ choso stands at the top of the ladder of calling himself down. hearing it from someone else isn’t that big a deal. ]

and i know i don’t have to.
but i still want to anyway.

[gorb]

( What's the worst that could happen? He dies. Good. )

Okay, sure.

[gimu]

where are you? i have some tofu ready to go.

[gorb]

My room.

Tell me where and I'll come to you.

( It feels weird to make Choso bring the food to him? )

[gimu]

[ ah… it’s like a cat deigning to notice the foolish bipedal making noises at it. ]

cafeteria. i will await you.

[gorb]

( He doesn't reply, but instead of leaving Choso completely on read Geto does actually show up roughly ten minutes later. He's wearing sweats, and his hair is in a ponytail, and he looks mostly normal except for the slightly guarded way his gaze sweeps the cafeteria.

It's probably not a trap. But it could be. )

Yo.

( Casual. )

[gimu]

[ it’s probably not a trap, but choso is sat at one of the tables already, one ominous cube of tupperware-equivalent takeaway vessel sat before him like a strange offering to unnameable gods. there should be nothing out of the ordinary here, save for choso himself whose very presence strains the seams of ‘ordinary’ on even the best of days.

his weird little pigtails seem a little jabbier than usual. ]

Geto Suguru.

[ it should have been a ‘hello’, but maybe he’s still reminding himself, affirming the name that sits in flesh right and proper. ]

I forgot to bring chopsticks.

[gorb]

( Briefly he considers just turning on his heel. Either to abandon this endeavour entirely or to pick up his own chopsticks. But then he remembers the ones he's hiding away have cats on them and he's not sure he's willing to show that side of himself to this man.

So he shrugs, slides into a chair opposite. )

That's fine. I can eat with my hands.

( He thinks about offering a warning over it potentially being poisoned, but no. Itadori has been kind lately, Choso probably wouldn't upset him like that. )

Did you use the cafeteria kitchen to cook? Are outsiders allowed to do that?

( Because it's been cup noodles for months. He might be deficient. )

[gimu]

Gross.

[ to the hands, he means, not that he puts much emphasis on it. he’d been eating with his hands until mid-april, so who was choso to judge, really?

pay attention, choso: Geto Suguru is taking a seat, settling in like a bird of prey on its roost with all the air of something that intended to do so anyway, tupperware or not.

the tup gets nudged over in offering. ]

The robots don’t care and management doesn’t seem to give note unless a mess is left. Bakugo and Lucy use the kitchens often, so I use them too.

[ which seems to answer: yeah, they’re usable. ]

[gorb]

( A snort, a singular arched black eyebrow. But he peels the Tupperware lid back like he's defusing a bomb, gaze lowering to peer inside. )

How often?

( Yep. Sure does look like Tofu. )

[gimu]

[ tofu, browned along its edges and sprinkled with what looks like the dried and synthesized spices that came out of the prize round from the last mission. There seems to be some onion pieces lying in the sauce that the block is resting in. ]

Once a week.

[ that he himself cooks, is what he assumes geto was asking. ]

I haven't figured out what neighborhoods the tofu man goes to on days other than Friday.

[gorb]

Mm.

( Can he just pull a bit free? Is that rude? He might do it anyway. And then, as an afterthought. )

I liked to cook.