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The City of the Dead
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The City of the DeadHe isn't a good cook, not by a long shot- He can make Pancakes, Muffins, and Fried Cheese. That's about it. But he considered it his hobby. You had to pay attention and focus and that somehow always managed to calm Matt down. He had to center on the one big task at hand and let the outside world fade out.
And so it made sense that he responded to Felix with just one simple word "Yoghurt."
He had a whisk in one hand, cradling the mixing bowl in the other. Now he only needs to wait for Lem- Wait. Sugar. He mechanically set a bowl down and walked to the other side of the room where multiple jars sat on the shelf- Some Spices, Dried Herbs, Sugar, and Salt. He grabbed the one with Sugar and returned to the bowl, not paying attention to anyone in the room.
Sometimes, Matt wondered how he is able to do that- Switch between multiple layers of his personality without thinking about it- Well, He knows why but he still doesn't understand it. One moment he is furious. Angry at everything for no reason and desperately trying to get rid of that anger before he gets burnedl. And in the next one he is able to smile and joke around as a naive kid, giggling left and right. And then... There are million other things. He forgot some of these things as the years passed by, and some of them were too real- Too much present.
He could blame the uncontrollable mood swings- And he did. But what if the mood swings weren't a problem? What if it was him alone? Or what if they merged into one and he could no longer separate himself from them... He shouldn't think like this. He is trying to get better, this will only drag him down more.
Ten shrugs wordlessly at the question, staring out of the window again. His pencil tapping gets steadily faster as he does this, his thoughts becoming more frustrated and muddled. That familiar burn comes back, wiggling under his skin, mixing with the constant annoyance already in his system. He doesn't like it, yet he does, and he's unsure if he should be scared at that fact or what, but he's certainly not right now. Now he's angry. For a moment, he wishes he still had that little device ready made for him to shatter against a wall, but it passes and he takes it out on his pencil instead. With sure, experienced fingers, he breaks it clean in half quickly without using his other hand at all.
The bowl fell out of his hands but he managed to catch it again before it hit the floor- For once in his life, he didn't make any mess. Matt would give himself pat on the back if he didn't just freak out because of some simple noise- Well, It sounded three times louder in his head, maybe he should cut himself some slack. He was also deep in thoughts, that is also an important point.
"On behalf of Artists and Writers everywhere, I am offended." Matt said, staring at the broken pen. What just happened? Matthew was convinced that he really spaced out for some time...
He looked at everyone in the room, searching for an explanation in their eyes."Maybe forces of World are trying to tell you that you should take a break?"
"Since when can you use that Edge term for everything and anything? Anger issues are not edgy, they are damn serious. I thought you would get that, Greg." He was speaking through his teeth with a forced restraint.
He put some butter onto the frying pan and watched it sizzle warmly, sometimes stirring it with a whisk to make sure its melted properly "Did we crossed some invisible line in Tens head or something, Lee?"
What gave him the idea that Tens reaction had to come from somewhere? Matts mood swings don't have a source a lot of times, maybe this is a similar thing.
Felix stood basically right between Matt and Greg, silently listening to the fight. He was unsure if he should step in between or not, but apparently it kind of solved itself.
Felix cleared his throat. «Matt, do you need anything else for the pancakes?» he asked.
Hearing Felix speak up seemed to be equivalent of throwing a bucket full of cold water at Matthew as his smile returned and for a moment, he decided to let this slide - Well, More like try not to think about it now and then beat his head with it later. He has a breakfast to do! There are starving people depending on his poor cooking skills! If he brings emotions into the kitchen there is a hundred percent chance that he will start a house fire... somehow. Knowing himself, he would certainly find a way- Even if it went against everything that teachers told him in physics.
"Basically anything that we can use as flavoring! Just do a little scavenger hunt around the kitchen, there has to be something."
He took hold of the ladle and scooped some batter out, pouring it slowly onto the pan. Then he waited just the right amount of time before flipping it. Without a second thought, he started playing a little with a shape of it using a spatula, turning the typical oval into more of a square. Matt moves like he done all of this before... As if this entire process got engraved into his mind. But that was simply how cooking is supposed to work. Eventually, it just becomes entirely mechanical- Matthew was happy that he wasn't quite at that point yet, he still had to pay a lot of attention and that doesn't allow his thoughts to go berserk.
"Ay mate,listen cuz your pal here doesn't seem like he enjoys chatting so you might be more, I don't know,Useful?if that's the correct word"he said
"What is there outside?The only thing tene- whatever his name was,is that there are different tiers I guess.What else?"Greg said,his goals were obvious,he wanted information,he always wanted information,all his life he saw it as advantage, Stopping now would be illogical.

Felix had been looking around the kitchen for a bit while Greg and Lee had a little talk, and he found a glass of jelly way on the top of a shelf. He was standing on his toes and stretching his arms out in an attempt to reach it, but he was still way too short. Greg, however, would be able to easily reach it, and he was pretty much the only one in the kitchen who wasn't busy or being "sluggish". It only made sense to ask him.
Carefully placing it on the table, he looked around, his eyes searching for something else aside from jelly. He spotted another jar of jelly, but he craved for something that was sweeter. "Do you guys have like... Nutella or something similar?"