The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Amer]

Kipp shrugged, taking his bowl from the tray, expecting Korim to drop all of it before they made it anywhere uncrowded to settle down.

"The back of the shop is probably less busy than here." He suggested, walking that direction himself while sipping at the steaming bowl. The narrow alley way between buildings was significantly less crowded than the main street through the town.

Cam followed Kipp’s lead and carefully held her bowl in both hands, before snatching Noah’s and ensuring that each was secure in her one-handed grip. He trailed at her heels, watching his stew intently.
Korim gave the group an injured look. “Don’t you trust my sense of balance?” he asked, walking into the alley and setting down the tray without mishap. “I’m part dwarf and part elf you know.”
Cam sat down and set the bowls beside her. Noah was about to sip the soup like he did in Dakrium when Cam retrieved a pair of spoons from Korim’s tray.
She booped Noah on the nose with it. “What are you, some kind of barbarian?”

Both Take and Hana took their own bowls of stew and followed Kipp. That’s when Hana filled him in on what happened. When they made it to the back of the building they situated themselves on the ground. Take made sure to sit by Emma and give her her stew. The bowl was quite large for a child, so he’d understand if she didn’t finish. “You can give whatever you don’t finish to Kit” he informed her. He looked thoughtfully into his bowl, reconsidering his decision to go after Blair so soon and to actually wait for a period of time. He was sure she was fine, she could handle herself and had the strength to do so. That’s when Take looked up towards the sky. They don’t have a moon here right? He shook himself of these thoughts and glanced at Korim, who had also ordered the spicy stew. “Yo Korim, I bet I can down this faster than you” he smirked.

“I doubt it,” Korim said. Take maybe had forgotten, but Korim had brothers. Meaning he had to compete for food. Take was going down. “Wanna bet?”

 

[Amer]

Rylie lapped at the bowl Korim set for him, purring heavily. Kyle sar with his back leaning against Rylie’s side, chewing on a parsnip thingy.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“I doubt it,” Korim said. Take maybe had forgotten, but Korim had brothers. Meaning he had to compete for food. Take was going down. “Wanna bet?”

Take held his bowl in both hands, giving Korim a daring look. He was dead-set on destroying him in this little competition. He popped his neck, thinking of what to bet. “When I win, you’re gonna wash my clothes up to the day that I leave.” he rasped.

 

[Amer]

Take held his bowl in both hands, giving Korim a daring look. He was dead-set on destroying him in this little competition. He popped his neck, thinking of what to bet. “When I win, you’re gonna wash my clothes up to the day that I leave.” he rasped.

“That isn’t going to happen. I completely expect that you are going to be doing that for my clothes though,” Korim returned, lifting the bowl to his lips, but not angling it yet. “You ready?” he asked, round orange eyes drifting over the bowl and to Takes’ bowl.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Aria gagged as she took a spoonful of her soup, no doubt it was food but not good food. She wasn’t about to complain out loud though, after all it was the first filling food they had eaten in at least a week.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“That isn’t going to happen. I completely expect that you are going to be doing that for my clothes though,” Korim returned, lifting the bowl to his lips, but not angling it yet. “You ready?” he asked, round orange eyes drifting over the bowl and to Takes’ bowl.

Take scoffed, “Yeah sure whatever man.” He followed Korim’s movements, returning his gaze with a deadly glare. He could feel the steam rising in his face, the stew gurgling and groaning at him. “Go” he announced, and immediately angled the bowl so its contents flowed into his mouth. He couldn’t taste the spiciness at first, but it eventually hit him all at once. The pungency traveled down his throat like lava and into his stomach, burning the entire way down. Take didn’t slow down though, even with the heat rising in his face he kept chugging at a fast pace.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Cam followed Kipp’s lead and carefully held her bowl in both hands, before snatching Noah’s and ensuring that each was secure in her one-handed grip. He trailed at her heels, watching his stew intently.
Korim gave the group an injured look. “Don’t you trust my sense of balance?” he asked, walking into the alley and setting down the tray without mishap. “I’m part dwarf and part elf you know.”
Cam sat down and set the bowls beside her. Noah was about to sip the soup like he did in Dakrium when Cam retrieved a pair of spoons from Korim’s tray.
She booped Noah on the nose with it. “What are you, some kind of barbarian?”

Kipp would have been embarrassed by Cam correcting Noah's manners since he was doing the same, but he was busy choking trying not to laugh at Korim's comment. He didn't know why exactly he found it so funny, but all he could imagine was Korim's parents constantly bantering back and forth like Legolas and Gimli. Korim thinking they were insulting him just for taking their food and making things easier for him, made perfect sense in his imagined scenario.

 

[Amer]

Take scoffed, “Yeah sure whatever man.” He followed Korim’s movements, returning his gaze with a deadly glare. He could feel the steam rising in his face, the stew gurgling and groaning at him. “Go” he announced, and immediately angled the bowl so its contents flowed into his mouth. He couldn’t taste the spiciness at first, but it eventually hit him all at once. The pungency traveled down his throat like lava and into his stomach, burning the entire way down. Take didn’t slow down though, even with the heat rising in his face he kept chugging at a fast pace.

Korim tipped back the bowl and began to gulp it down, but he had very little experience with spicy foods, since Mam only tended to use spicy spices occasionally. Take's challenge had emboldened him, but his gusto wasn't enough to prevent him from spitting out the soup once the heat set in. "I was not expecting that..." he admitted, coughing and tearing up a little. He had expected spice, but he'd never chugged it all at once. Additionally, the temperature of the soup was just a bit too hot for his tastes.
Despite the fact that Take was now obviously far ahead of him, Korim gulped down his soup, ignoring the fact that it was not a pleasant experience.

Cam lifted the spoon out of her bowl and blew on it carefully, watching the broth ripple for a bit. It can't be that hot, Take's over there chugging it. Wait? Does it really count as stew if you're chugging it?
Cam gulped the spoonfull of stew and chewed on the chunk of meat she had fished out. "Tastes like chicken," she joked. Then she ruined the joke by adding "No, actually it tastes remarkably like beef."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Korim tipped back the bowl and began to gulp it down, but he had very little experience with spicy foods, since Mam only tended to use spicy spices occasionally. Take's challenge had emboldened him, but his gusto wasn't enough to prevent him from spitting out the soup once the heat set in. "I was not expecting that..." he admitted, coughing and tearing up a little. He had expected spice, but he'd never chugged it all at once. Additionally, the temperature of the soup was just a bit too hot for his tastes.
Despite the fact that Take was now obviously far ahead of him, Korim gulped down his soup, ignoring the fact that it was not a pleasant experience.

Cam lifted the spoon out of her bowl and blew on it carefully, watching the broth ripple for a bit. It can't be that hot, Take's over there chugging it. Wait? Does it really count as stew if you're chugging it?
Cam gulped the spoonfull of stew and chewed on the chunk of meat she had fished out. "Tastes like chicken," she joked. Then she ruined the joke by adding "No, actually it tastes remarkably like beef."

Take slurped down the last of his broth and got to eating the meat chunks that were left at the bottom of the bowl. At this point, he was crying excessively and his nose was dripping. He’d never experienced heat as intense as this before, but his experience with spicy foods allowed him to endure it. Also, his determination was fueled by his raging urge to defeat Korim in this challenge. Once his bowl was empty, he set it down on the ground and fell back as if he passed out. He shouted out a curse word and brought his hands up to his face to wipe off the mixed tears and snot. His throat was burning, and he had nothing to cool it down with. “Did I win?” he garbled, laying still on the ground.

 

[Amer]

Take slurped down the last of his broth and got to eating the meat chunks that were left at the bottom of the bowl. At this point, he was crying excessively and his nose was dripping. He’d never experienced heat as intense as this before, but his experience with spicy foods allowed him to endure it. Also, his determination was fueled by his raging urge to defeat Korim in this challenge. Once his bowl was empty, he set it down on the ground and fell back as if he passed out. He shouted out a curse word and brought his hands up to his face to wipe off the mixed tears and snot. His throat was burning, and he had nothing to cool it down with. “Did I win?” he garbled, laying still on the ground.

“Yes,” Korim said, leaning over him. Then he asked a rhetorical question. “But did you really win?” He delicately blew on his soup and sipped it out of his spoon.