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machi.
Hope you don't mind, but I'd honestly rather move our thread over here than on discord 
name |Elias Bell
nickname | Eli
age |21
father | Prof. Toni Bell
That was a relief. Zane went back to the fridge and got few more cloves of garlic. With the blade flat, he crushed them, pressing easily with his fingers. The strong scent floated up and he couldn’t help but breathe in. Call him crazy but he loved the smell of fresh garlic. A sharp tapping sound filled his part of the quiet room as he chopped the smushed garlic. The yawn from the other side wasn’t dismissed as he went to the fridge a third time, bringing back more tomatoes with him as he did. This part he usually took his time on, slicing and crushing each individual ingredient until it was just the way he liked but because he was tired, Zane tossed the tomatoes, the tomato paste, crushed and chopped garlic, basil and a little salt into mixer and turned it on low. While it pumped and prodded, he grabbed a frying pan from its place on the rack. A steady sizzle soon filled the kitchen as he browned the ground beef. It smelled good, even to him and the back of his hand had to wipe away a little saliva that had formed on the corner of his mouth.
Every so often Zane still cast a glance in Elia’s direction. He couldn’t help it; something about the kid was... intriguing. A smirk of a smile touch his lips when the arm that wasn’t broken went to rub and prod at his face. I’m not very subtle. The kid was clean and now that he could really see his face, the man came to realise he had seen him before. Maybe once in passing but he was sure this wasn’t the first day he had seen the kids face. It wasn’t important. Zane looked away quickly when Elias slumped over. A guilty feeling hit him again. That’s what he had identified that as because it was the one thing he had never felt. If he had, he would have simply ignored. Elias’s presence wouldn’t allow him to do that right now. How do I go from hunting this kid down to cooking for him? How do I come up with an explanation for that? It was easier said than done and if the gears in his mind had been a little greased up, perhaps he would have been able to answer it. But he remained silent, hoping the subject would just fall away. There was no way Zane could answer it, not tonight.
The large plastic fork dipped into the boiler again and Zane tested the noodles, lifting a few out of the bubbling water. They were flimsy but not quite where he wanted them to be. Ten more minutes would have them just right and he lowered the temperature of the eye that his frying pan sat atop so the ground beef and noodles would be done at the same time or at least close together. While they simmered, Zane turned the mixer off- after momentarily forgetting about it- and sniffed at the bowl. It looked weird but he smiled. It smelled good and it smelled right. It was perfect. “Uh, do you like yours mixed? Like, do you like the meat mixed with the sauce? All of it together? All of it separate?” Zane didn’t particularly care. It all went to the same place anyway though sometimes he would have liked a little more noodles but he wouldn’t have gone out of his way just to do it. Why was he even asking? Zane was the chef in this kitchen and he could what he pleased yet, he still waited, hans hovering over the wooden spoon he had used to stir the ground beef.
“Sounds like my dad,” he chuckled, shooting Elias a sideways glance. Zane didn’t care who knew about that part of his life. It wasn’t interesting and it couldn’t be held against him. But he didn’t dwell much on it. “Its an old fashioned name but it’s nice.” The days hunt had gotten to him, that was for sure, because Zane didn’t throw out compliments, especially to people he should have had back hours ago. But again, here he was. A few minutes passed in silence and Zane glanced at Elias- for the eighth and twentieth time, he had lost track- before he drained the grease from the meat and moved the boiling noodles to the cool eye in front of it.
Every so often Zane still cast a glance in Elia’s direction. He couldn’t help it; something about the kid was... intriguing. A smirk of a smile touch his lips when the arm that wasn’t broken went to rub and prod at his face. I’m not very subtle. The kid was clean and now that he could really see his face, the man came to realise he had seen him before. Maybe once in passing but he was sure this wasn’t the first day he had seen the kids face. It wasn’t important. Zane looked away quickly when Elias slumped over. A guilty feeling hit him again. That’s what he had identified that as because it was the one thing he had never felt. If he had, he would have simply ignored. Elias’s presence wouldn’t allow him to do that right now. How do I go from hunting this kid down to cooking for him? How do I come up with an explanation for that? It was easier said than done and if the gears in his mind had been a little greased up, perhaps he would have been able to answer it. But he remained silent, hoping the subject would just fall away. There was no way Zane could answer it, not tonight.
The large plastic fork dipped into the boiler again and Zane tested the noodles, lifting a few out of the bubbling water. They were flimsy but not quite where he wanted them to be. Ten more minutes would have them just right and he lowered the temperature of the eye that his frying pan sat atop so the ground beef and noodles would be done at the same time or at least close together. While they simmered, Zane turned the mixer off- after momentarily forgetting about it- and sniffed at the bowl. It looked weird but he smiled. It smelled good and it smelled right. It was perfect. “Uh, do you like yours mixed? Like, do you like the meat mixed with the sauce? All of it together? All of it separate?” Zane didn’t particularly care. It all went to the same place anyway though sometimes he would have liked a little more noodles but he wouldn’t have gone out of his way just to do it. Why was he even asking? Zane was the chef in this kitchen and he could what he pleased yet, he still waited, hans hovering over the wooden spoon he had used to stir the ground beef.
“Sounds like my dad,” he chuckled, shooting Elias a sideways glance. Zane didn’t care who knew about that part of his life. It wasn’t interesting and it couldn’t be held against him. But he didn’t dwell much on it. “Its an old fashioned name but it’s nice.” The days hunt had gotten to him, that was for sure, because Zane didn’t throw out compliments, especially to people he should have had back hours ago. But again, here he was. A few minutes passed in silence and Zane glanced at Elias- for the eighth and twentieth time, he had lost track- before he drained the grease from the meat and moved the boiling noodles to the cool eye in front of it.
His stomach rumbled and twisted a little uncomfortably as the smell of the cooking food wafted around the kitchen and over to where he was seated at the table. He couldn't rmember when the last time he'd had a decent meal, the fog of lingering pain in his arm and the beginning effects of the pain killers clouding his mind. They were also making him drowsy and he thought back to Zane's earlier warning about them possibly making him sick on an empty stomach. Ugh. He rubbed at his eyes, hoping the food would be ready soon. He didn't fancy trying to race to the toilet after running all day and night just so he wouldn't puke all over Zane's table and kitchen floor. Thankfully, the mercenaries question distracted him from the thought and he lifted his head, trying to blink the man into focus but no matter how hard he tried or wished for better eyesight, there remained a slight blur to the edges of... well, everything.
Elias still found it difficult to move passed the sudden change in this man. He still couldn't shake the complete and utter fear he felt hiding in that ditched after his fall and hoping the man wouldn't find him. But maybe, just maybe, he could still find a way out of this and then... then what? He didn't even know where he was or where he could go. For certain they would find him again, drag him back and maybe that time, he wouldn't get quite as lucky as he was right now.
He considered his answer for a moment but why think about it at all. It's not like he was necessarily picky about what he ate and how, just so long as there was no peanuts involved in any of the cooking of his meals, he was fine. "All together is great. I'm so hungry right now, I could eat just about anything." He still wanted answers from Zane but didn't bother pushing from them. He knew he wouldn't get anything out of the man now, not when he'd barely been able to answer the boy previously. So he continued to lean against the table, fighting the sleep that pulled at his eyes while he waited for the meal to be ready. The silence stretched and Elias was slowly growing uncomfortable with it but he didn't dare fill that silence with more questions, not after the guy asked him to stop.
This situation was still extremely odd, as was the man moving around in the kitchen, finishing off the last of the cooking and dishing out the finished and ready meal. He really could have simply given him a bowl of cereal and Elias would have been satisfied enough. Zane really didn't need to go to all this trouble to cook something that looked absolutely delicious. He perked up a bit, sitting straighter when it looked as though the food was ready and his stomach cramped again with hunger pains... or was it just the painkillers? "Hmm, that smells so good."
