forum "This City smells like Smoke and Death" // OxO // Closed

Started July 27, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Quinn nodded a little bit. "Yeah." He started up the griddle so it would start warming up.

Antonio was getting really curious as to what these 'flapjacks' were when Quinn grabbed the griddle.

"You've had flapjacks before, yeah?" Quinn asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," Antonio replied with some hesitation. He hadn't, but there was nothing wrong with lying about that. Right? "Okay, maybe not."

Quinn laughed faintly. "They're like pancakes, basically. Essentially the same thing."

"Ohhhh," Antonio replied his eyes widening, "That makes a lot of sense. Now I'm embarrassed about not knowing."

He smiled a little, pouring some batter onto the griddle and getting out a spatula. "Yeah. It's just…you know. Same thing, different words, is all."

"I also don't really think of pnacakes as a dinner thing, but it definitely sounds good," Antonio replied with a smile.

(Sorry for the nonexistant relies today. Was on the road.)

(it's fine!)

He laughed a little. "Ah– yeah, sorry, I'm used to just cooking for me, which means I eat whatever whenever."

"That's fine!" Antonio quickly replied looking at Quinn. He had apologetic smile on as if he had done something wrong, "I guess I have the luxury of having certains foods only for certain times of day."

Quinn shrugged. "Nah, it's not that. It's just that I don't bother going…like, "is this a breakfast food?" I just kind of make whatever I wanna eat, because…I mean, I live alone." He shrugged a little, still working on the flapjacks.

"Must be nice to be able to do that," Antonio commented quietly as he watched him work.

He let out a faint breath. "I…yeah, I guess so." he replied with another little shrug.

Antonio watched him silently after that. He didn't know what else to say.

Quinn continued to work on the flapjacks, humming quietly as he did.

Antonio stayed silent as he listend to Quinn hum.

Quinn finished making the flapjacks. "Can you take these to the table, and I'll get out the condiments?" He said, holding the plate of hot flapjacks out to Tony.

"Of course," Antonio replied taking the plates with a smile. He walked it over to the table assuming Quinn was getting syrup and not ketchup.

Quinn was indeed getting syrup, along with some butter, carrying them carefully to the table. He set them there, and then picked up plates and silverware, setting them on the table.

Antonio moved to sit down in the chair he had last night as he looked at the table, "This looks good Quinn."

Quinn smiled a little. "Thanks." He replied, sitting down and serving himself a few flapjacks.

"It's nothing," Antonio replied putting a few pnacakes on his own plate before he dumped syrup all over them.

He shrugged a little bit, spreading butter over them, and then taking the syrup.

Antonio had a smile on as he bit into the pancake.

Quinn started to eat quietly, the only sound the soft clink of his fork and knife on his plate

Antonio followed suit not wanting to talk if Quinn didn't.

Quinn continued eating, considering what to do. The outskirts of the city…not safe in the evenings, so they'd have to go tomorrow.

Antonio was in a bit of thought trying to figure out the best way to ask Quinn to get the answers he needed.

Quinn tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, still eating.

Antonio hummed slightly before letting out a slight sigh. He had no idea how to approach the topic.