Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 10:06:39 GMT -5
Vee's lips quirked upwards in a slight smile. When he said it like that it sounded ridiculous. "Yeah, spaghetti and psychology." She sat down next to him, crossing her legs like a little kid, and leaning her head on his shoulder affectionately.
"You'll have to tell me when you take your meds though. I don't want to feed you and then you not be able to take certain things." She could already feel his muscles relaxing. That was good. She'd been worried that maybe they'd have to go to the hospital for a moment.
"How many pills do you take anyways?" She asked, looking around them at all the bottle she'd tossed to the ground and all the ones still in the drawer. "Not that you shouldn't take them if theyre helping but...well it kind of looks like you robbed a pharmacy." She teased, nudging against his side lightly.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 12:47:03 GMT -5
"They are all situation based... there are 10 that I take over the course of the day, repeated doses of depression, anxiety, paranoia, and energy, then I have my sleeping pills, and then one for my migraine. The others are as needed only for things like..."
He paused but decided that he might as well finish.
"... internal bleeding, ulcers, and things like that."
He shrugged ever so slightly and then closed his eyes. He was feeling much better.
"I'm suppose to take medication for ADHD but I refused to take it cause my mind works better when it's always going. Always moving, and thinking about everything and yet nothing. I take all my 'no food' medications between all the meals of the day so there isn't anything to worry about."
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 12:55:45 GMT -5
Vee nodded slowly. "Those don't...happen often do they?" She felt maybe she was being too pushy. He was telling her all these things and she had nothing to offer in return, other than support for what that was worth. In her opinion, very little. She wanted to make him stop hurting but she didn't know how. Other than that, she had no dirty little secrets, unless he wanted to hear about one night stands in various different countries and loneliness. She doubted he did and it seemed he knew loneliness even better than she did.
She sat there with him for what felt like an hour, though it couldn't have been longer than twenty minutes. Finally she patted his thigh softly before standing up slowly, holding out her hand to help him up as well. "Come on, Ill clean this up and then we can go to the market and then stop by my apartment to get pots and stuff, ok?" she smiled softly, waiting for him to move.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 13:00:24 GMT -5
When she said he'd clean up, he jumped up.
"I can get it. Please, I would rather if I put them away... OCD of sorts."
In truth, it was where he kept the drugs he used last night as well. He moved to the bottles and started to gather them up in his arms quickly. He would dump them in the drawer, upside down or not, then close the drawer if unopposed.
"It won't take but a second. I'll meet you back out in the living room?"
He glanced at her for a moment.
"Or if you need to freshen up, I have a brush and a comb, and some Wisp on-the-go toothbrushes."
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 13:20:10 GMT -5
Vee smiled and shook her head. "No that's fine. Ill just put my hair up for now and do all that at home." Truthfully, her mouth felt disgusting and she was sure her breath smelled like the drinks she'd had last night, but it could wait until she had her own toothbrush.
"Let's go then." She chirped brightly, trotting out of the bathroom, off to find her bag and her shoes.
An hour or so later, they returned, both of them with armfuls of bags and pots. Vee had changed into a pair of loose burgundy harlem pants and black tank while they were at her apartment. She'd sun a quick brush through her hair and then put it back up so it would be out of her way while she cooked.
"Alright." She set her bags and such on the table, gesturing for Ben to do that same. "Do me a favor and wipe down the stove top while I chop veggies?" She asked, smiling over her shoulder at him. He'd been quiet through most of their shopping trip. She thought maybe she was starting to annoy him. Once they'd gotten to her apartment though, he'd seemed to relax again. She'd had the odd and rather stupid worry in the back of her mind that he'd have a seizure or something when he saw the inside of her apartment, what with all the colors and such. She'd been oddly relieved when all he'd done was raise his eyebrow at the fabric tacked to the walls.
Vee pulled out her cutting board and long, sharp parrying knife, setting to work on the tomatoes. She'd picked up tomatoes, olives, mushrooms, garlic, and fresh oregano and basil for the sauce. She hoped the flavors wouldn't be too much for him, considering he seemed used to bland or salty canned and preserved foods.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 13:30:49 GMT -5
He set the bags on the table. He did as he was told and when he finished, he turned to watch her cut the veggies. He was enthralled and stared from where he stood.
"How... long have you been cooking?"
She seemed to move with ease and he was a tad bit jealous. She knew and could do something he couldn't. If he could cook, he would just to try to discover things. Maybe he should learn to cook so that he could learn something new. Such a vast world of it's own kind of knowledge, cooking must be. He took one of the cut tomatoes and ate it--purely out of curiosity.
It did not taste like his morning soup. He liked it though.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 13:37:43 GMT -5
Vee paused, trying to remember the first moment she'd begun cooking. "Well...I always used to help my mom cook dinner and stuff when I was little. I guess around fifth grade I started cooking by myself..." She watched him watch her out of the corner of her eye, smiling when he ate a tomato chunk and didn't seem to dislike it.
"Do you want to help me chop vegetables?" She asked, scooting over to give him room and pulling out another knife. He had the same look on his face as last night when she'd been telling him about the Reverie. She'd get him going on the tomatoes so she could wipe down the mushrooms and pit the olives. "Chunking things is easy, I promise." She grinned. "You can help me with the meat in minute too."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 13:49:00 GMT -5
At first, he didn't say anything. Then she offered him to help. Help? He didn't think he knew but he understood the motions. That should work, right? He took a deep breath and looked at her. Help her? He'd like to help. In fact, he felt a passion burning to learn how to do this himself--should he like it, he could do it again later.
Ben blinked at her and moved his lanky form to be beside her. He took the knife gently in his hand and looked at it. He knew what it was--how it was used and what it was used for--but he had never actually used one. Ever. If his Mother hadn't cooked dinner, his sister had. He went to cut the tomatoes, taking his time as to not cut himself or mess up. He was going slow enough to where the chunks would come out even to the ones she had cut. His full attention was on the tomatoes in front of him and the knife in his hand. His brows were furrowed with concentration, and he was hunching slightly once more. So focused. On tomatoes.
He might look ridiculous, but he wouldn't care if she laughed. He was learning. To chunk tomatoes. That tasted good. He ate another piece. Really good. Maybe he would learn to make his own tomato soup for breakfast from now on.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 14:00:14 GMT -5
Vee smiled and shook her head slightly. So focused. She picked up the brown paper lunch sack the woman had put the mushrooms in and took them over to the sink. She dampened a paper towel and began lifting the mushrooms out of the bag and wiping them off one by one. She'd learned from her father that you never soaked mushrooms with water. It made them tough and rubbery. Instead, you gave them a quick wipe-down with a damp cloth and they were good to go.
She moved back over to the table with them, setting off to the side on the board and then picking up the plastic container of olives, working on pitting them. She was happy Ben liked the fresh tomatoes. She'd have to look up a recipe for tomato soup. That would probably have him thrilled to death in his own little Ben way. Vee kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, watching him work. He was so task-minded it was almost comical, but at the same time she liked watching him just...do things. The way he moved was oddly graceful and yet still hesitant. She didn't even notice when she stopped working on olive and started just watching Ben.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 14:06:07 GMT -5
He finished the tomatoes finally and sat up slightly. He felt accomplished. He could cut tomatoes for sure now. He turned to her and blinked when she was staring. He looked at the tomatoes then back at her.
"I... finished the tomatoes."
He absentmindedly picked up another piece and ate it. He couldn't help it, it seemed. It was his favorite food now. Could he eat just tomatoes for breakfast, he wondered? If he could, that would be wonderful. What was the main bit about tomatoes? Acid, wasn't it? He would have to eat it less than every day. Every other day should be fine.
He waited for her to speak. He felt a blush trying to creep up to his cheeks from being stared at but will powered it down.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 14:12:21 GMT -5
Vee started as though she'd been staring off into space and shook her head. "Sorry. Yeah, they look good." She smiled. "They're good for your heart you know." She said almost absently. "I eat them like apples sometimes." She confessed, blushing slightly. Very nice. He caught you staring, way to go Vee.
"Here, why don't you do the mushrooms?" She pushed the pile over to him. "You just slice them up like this." She picked up one of the mushrooms and her knife and began to slice the mushroom from cap to base, going a little slower than usual so he could see. "Just do them all like them." Vee smiled, pushing the sliced mushroom off the side and starting back up on the olives. Do not stare at him. No matter how much you want to watch him, do not stare at him. You're going to scare him off!
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 14:27:16 GMT -5
In regards to eating a tomato like an apple, he spoke:
"That actually sounds... delicious."
Mushrooms? He picked up a sliced mushroom and ate it. He didn't know if he liked or not but he would eat it. He began to cut the mushrooms in the same fashion: focused and silent. From his coat pocket, his phone vibrated. He ignored it and continued to cut the mushrooms, not phased. It was his parents or his sister--the only ones with his cellphone number that wasn't given hours of operation. As it didn't ring again, that meant his sister had finally got his new number. He frowned slightly at the thought. He didn't focus and almost got his thumb. He shook his head slightly, and continued to cut the mushroom with slight ease.
"Do you always use fresh vegetables?"
He asked out of mild curiosity. He fought the urge to eat another piece of tomato. It was addictive.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 14:35:56 GMT -5
She nodded. "Almost always. I actually use the stuff from my little balcony garden when I can and just supplement from the market." She smiled.
"The flavors from fresh foods are such much brighter than canned. There haven't been all those chemicals and what not added and they aren't as old." She finished the last of the olives and piled them on the cutting board.
"By the way, those mushrooms won't taste like that when they cook." She smiled. "They take on the flavor of the things they're cooked in, so they'll be tomato-y and delicious." Vee picked up an onion and began to peel away the paper-y skin, discarding it in the bag she'd pulled the onion from.
"Your mom never cooked with fresh ingredients?" she asked cautiously. She wasn't sure just how much he liked to avoid talking about his family. She felt like she'd gotten through maybe most of his walls and she didn't want to risk him shutting her out again.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 15:21:38 GMT -5
He continued to cut the mushrooms as he zoned out slightly.
"She didn't have time. Her and my father were busy working and trying to keep up with the needs of life and their children. They felt like they owed their kids for the beginning that they had."
He always talked about his 'child self' as if it was someone completely unless he was telling about everything. He didn't understand his own habit, but he did so anyway.
"My Mother would come home and cook with whatever she got from the supermarket she worked at that day. So we got a lot of different can goods cause there was so many can goods, there was more damaged cans that couldn't go on the shelves compared to spoiled fruit that wasn't really editable."
His mother was a master money saver too, he remembered. She would always buy for a deal--never for quality. His sister was the only one who ever used fresh...
He sighed and finished the mushrooms. He put the blade down and went to his computer desk. He took out his phone and glanced at the message from his sister. 'I got your number from Mom and Dad and I wanted...' He deleted it without reading it before putting it on the book that was open and on his desk. He took off his jacket and began to return to the kitchen.
"First rule of psychology, so you know, is to never service your friends. To do that is to invade their privacy. The second, is to always observe a person, from all the sense--except taste of course. Watch how they move and act, listen for pitches in the voices and hesitation, and watch for reactions to your words."
His own body was hunched again, face placid and mouth straight. His eyes weren't focused and void of emotions. He hated his sister. Hated her. HATED. HER.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 15:31:47 GMT -5
'Fuck' she cursed mentally. She shouldn't have asked. Why was she so stupid? She nodded quietly, committing the two rules to memory.
"Here." She urged, pushing the olives to him. "Just run your knife through them. You don't have to worry about chopping them evenly or anything." She cut the ends off the onion and then cut it in half, pushing one half off to the side and doing a rough chop through it.
"Tell me more? About psychology, I mean." She urged. She'd almost forgotten about her 'lessons' with everything else that had been going on, but now she was excited all over again. Learning the inner workings of the brain was absolutely fascinating to her. She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, all her usual energy balling up in her chest. She'd need to run for a while later if she wanted to sleep tonight.