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R 22 - Where are you going? Nothing here is free

[Who was found in a ~~pineapple under the sea~~ dumpster on Furya as a kid and really doesn't give much of a shit about parent-oriented holidays except for the tension it's causing? This guy! Who's pissed off because one of the kitchen badasses is down? This guy! Who has learned to cook instead of murder when he's feeling tense?

Fortunately for the Bargians who don't consider fighting a form of entertainment, this guy.]

Who out of all you people knows what a bagel tastes like? I need taste-testers. I always fuck up my sugar content on the first try.

[LATER, ALSO PUBLIC]

Bagels are edible, gonna have them for breakfast twice a week if people eat'm.

[Private to Chris]
What's the other thing you wanted with bagels. A topping. You were throwing a fit about it like a month ago.

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Yeah, you'll just do angry sign language with my food.

[He takes it, starts gently shaping it and setting it aside.

Then the dough is all in rings and has to sit, and there's nothing to do but stare at each other.

Riddick turns on the burner to boil the water, checks the temperature of the stove, leans back in silence.]

[With his arms crossed, Chris scowls at the stove as if it's personally gone and punched his own mother]

There's got to be more New Yorkers here who know what good bagels taste like. I'll send my warden down here instead.

[It's not a human sound, the growl Riddick makes]

Keep your warden out of my kitchen.

[This at least shakes Chris out of his sulking, as he looks up in confusion]

The fuck kind of problem you have with my warden?

I don't like his scent trail. I don't like his methods. If I hadn't been in a coma when he went after you, he'd have had a real enjoyable death toll.

He thinks I'm unredeemable. I think he's fucking nothing, and I'd ghost him like I turn off a light if I didn't give a shit about being a warden.

Dude, he thinks everyone is unredeemable. That's just how he is, he's an uncompromising stupid bastard.

Just don't kill him. I like him.

[Riddick's lips pull back from his teeth. It's not a smile.]

I know. You love him because he beat it into you. Not something I can respect, but not really my problem, either.

I need my job. And death doesn't last here. So he walks. But he stays the fuck out of my kitchen.

Edited 2013-06-17 07:00 (UTC)

For fuck's sake, I'm sick and fucking tired of hearing that from people!

No, asshole. That's not why I love him. Christ.

[Riddick shrugs at him.]

Not my problem either way. As long as he stays out.

[The pot of water is boiling, and he checks a timer before taking some of the dough rings and lowering them in with a spoon.]

Hey, can you not diagnose me for fucking Stockholm Syndrome, asshole? Christ. Asshole wardens don't stay the fuck out of my business.

You think you're the first person who ever thought a fist in the face meant forever? I don't have time to fix whatever bullshit's in your head, and unlike some I ain't willing to spend a lot of energy trying to engage.

How am I in your business, D'amico, besides trying to make some comfort food, which I do for every-fucking-body. I don't care what you do with yourself.

Hey, how about you go to hell?

Christ, I'm out. Talk to you later.

How about you don't? I'm out of energy for you.

Fucking fine, asshole! You can't cook for shit anyway!

Mm-hmm. That's nice.

[Backsliding into old habits at an alarming rate, Chris shoves away from the table and with a few choice muttered words, leaves the kitchen]

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