smash_logs | Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* ~~like puberty or menstruation~~ and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. ~~Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.~~

Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C

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"It... nearly tastes like a mixture of crab and rabbit," Louie explained briefly, unsure of how else to describe it. 'Like crunchy rabbitcrabs' was pretty much what it tasted like.

He took the Dweevil legs and stuck them in a pot. He then filled it with water and allowed it to boil. "It will only take a minute." In the meantime, he began to season the water.

Had you referred to the taste as 'rabbitcrabs' to Pit, he would have thought it sounded more like a horrible kind of curse than an exotic flavor. The angel watched him cook the Dweevil appendages with interest. "Rabbit? That's strange. How can a bug taste like a rodent?"

"Ah, it... is hard to explain. But you might still like it,," Louie spoke. Bugs were definitely unique creatures and not satisfying to every man in the world, so he didn't know if Pit would like them, but there was that chance that he would.

The legs were finished boiling quite quickly. He got some leftover mashed potatoes that he had made yesterday and microwaved them for a few seconds to warm them up. He then added most of the whole legs into it and stirred. It tasted very chunky and delicious, as well as filling now.

He added the rest of the unmixed legs on top as a topping and voila! "That... is how I eat dweevil legs." He got two spoons and handed one to Pit. He then dug in, eating one of the whole legs on top first. Very crunchy!

"Interesting," the molting angel observed. It would be impolite not to try it, so... Pit held up his spoon and stuck it into the soft potato, stared at the bite for a long moment, then popped it into his mouth, chewing uncertainly.

He swallowed, then smiled. "It's not so bad. I might actually like it." He dipped his spoon for another helping.

Well, wow. Usually, the people who tried Louie's bug foods weren't so partial to them. But... but Pit liked it! Woooow. He was in a state of mild, yet pleasant shock.

"I'm glad," Louie spoke, taking a few bites of the potatoes now himself. "I do have other bug dishes I can let you try some day."

"It's still a bit on the weird side, but once I get past the idea that I'm eating spiders, it's not that bad." He poked the spoon into his mouth once more and had another bite of Dweevil a la mashed potatoes.

"You know," he began with his mouth still full before he swallowed, "this might be good with butter on top."

Louie smiled a little, very happy about the compliment. He didn't expect for Pit to like it so well. "Mm, it... really could be. Let's try that," He spoke, going into the fridge and bringing out the butter. He used his spoon to get just a bit of it with some Dweevil leg and potato, and took a bite.

"Mm... it is good."

Pit copied Louie's actions and tried the modified dish for himself.

"Mmm! I was right, I was right!" he expostulated with a grin smothered in glee.

Louie was glad that Pit was right. It was quite the delicious addition to an already scrumptious dish, so it made him pretty happy.

"Mm... it may also taste delicious with garlic and spices," He commented, but he believed he may try that another day. That is, unless Pit wanted to now.

"Should we try?" asked Pit, who set down his spoon next to the plate and looked on with eager eyes. Experimenting sounded like fun, and he was distracted from any fragment of thoughts on molting.

"Well... alright," Louie agreed to it and popped open the spice cabinet. He took out some parsley, garlic, and another spice or two to pump up the flavor. Once he added a bit of each of those, he tried a bite.

"Hmm... It is good, but I may have over-seasoned it."

"Let's test," Pit sang while he spooned another bite off the plate with spirit. He shoveled it into his mouth, let the food linger, and nodded. "It's still good, I think," he told the Hocotatian. "I would say add more, only that might be going a bit too far."

Suddenly, Pit had this powerful desire to mix all kinds of ingredients together into a bastard child of the food pyramid.

That would very likely kill off poor Louie's mouth. Sorry about that, Pit.

"I think it would be... but it is still quite nice," He agreed, shoving some more into his mouth. He wound up eating quite a bit of it before he finally got filled to the top.

"I think I'm full now." Gasp.

"Wow!" the angel remarked, patting his friend on the shoulder. "That's not something I hear every day! Usually you're eating everyone's dishes and even then you never seem to get full. Don't tell me the world is ending! Heehee."

He decided to stop eating- it was almost all gone, anyway, save for a tiny pile of naked potato. He found himself thirsty, though, and a thought crashed into his skull. "Say! Louie, maybe one day you can teach us how to make different kinds of juice."

Louie chuckled a little at Pit's fooling around. He usually was never a jokester and only really stared at someone playing around with him ~~"hey louie (joking around) isnt that funny" "8U ... :U"~~. He couldn't help but laugh a little when Pit did it, though. He was so full of energy!

His mouth did go back a-watering once Pit mentioned juices. "Ah... I do have a smoothie already made," He spoke. He opened the fridge and in there lied a strawberry banana smoothie... with a twist.

"It... has strawberry and banana and star bits."

A marveled 'ohh' shoved out of Pit's lungs when he spotted the aforementioned smoothie. "Star bits?" He could have sworn he'd heard that word tossed around before.

"Ah... yes. They're treats that Rosalina had shown me before," Louie explained. He had been experimenting with them and realized just how flexible they were in recipes. Star bits were good for so many things!

He took out the smoothie and halved it in two cups. He handed one to Pit and began to sip from his own. Mm, sooooo good.

"Perfect! I was thirsty," the brunette said before tipping the cup to his lips.

He sighed after his first gulps and remarked, "Aaaa, Louie, Louie! This is so delicious you have no idea! I love fruit smoothies! This is the best!" Without another word he was drinking it again, pleasure marked all over his face.

Woah. It seemed like Pit was absolutely beaming with glee over that smoothie. Louie was very pleased to see this, especially after he got a positive reaction over his dweevil and potatoes dish.

"I'm... very glad you like it," He stated, drinking down more of his smoothie. "The star bits are delicious."

"Mm-hmm." Then, he made a funny face.

He finished pretty quickly and set the cup back down on the counter. "Uhhh... I think I drank my own feather. Oops." He gave Louie's cup a quick glance-over to check for feathers. No, he didn't see any from here. It would be horrible and embarrassing and disgusting if he accidentally consumed one of his stupid feathers! At least it wasn't harmful.

Louie's eyes bugged out after a puzzled blink. He drank his own feather? E-... Ew. That sounded kind of gross. Then again, the last time he saw Pit, he didn't notice him dropping feathers like that, at least not so badly.

"Are your wings... alright?"

"Oh, they'll pull through," he dismissed. "All I'm really doing is losing feathers and growing new ones. It's a pain, but it happens."

"... Oh," Louie commented, still wondering how even people with wings could have that. ~~Do your feathers taste good in recipes, Pit~~ "Then... I suppose it must be a normal thing."

He was washing the dishes at about this time. After this, he would probably finish talking to Pit and head back over to his dorm room.

"It's perfectly normal," Pit assured with a new smile. He watched his teacher work at the cleaning duties and thought about helping out.

"Unfortunately, it gets worse. I'm not even halfway done... Aww! Be lucky you don't have feathers, Louie. They may be nice, soft, and help you fly, but this is when you wish they would just go away." He dispelled a small stream of chuckles.

Louie didn't need the help at all, but any help drying the washed dishes would be a nice gesture if Pit ever decided to help with that.

"Mm... I do not think I would want to fly anyway. Even though it may help me capture airborne creatures... for recipes," Louie commented, wondering what it'd be like to soar the sky for a meal. He didn't like the idea of flying, though. He only liked the food part of the idea.

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