Baking Boio and the Bombastic Baklava [Shino/Ask] Dec 18, 2019 20:58:18 GMT -4
Post by Nenkin Kamekuji on Dec 18, 2019 20:58:18 GMT -4
Nenkin hummed a little tune. He wasn't sure if he heard it before, or if it was something to just come to his head on its own. He wanted to whistle it, he was good at whistling before his quirk manifested. Now, ten years later one would think that he would have gotten over that, but he just couldn't muster it. He dipped his slimy hands into the bowl of flour again, couldn't get the dough all slimy, now could he? Another little blob of it on the cabinet top, and he would set to work, rolling over it again and again until he could almost see right through it. Perfect! He took the thin sheet of dough in his hand and!...
"UGH!" The snail-boy's arms fell to his sides. It was way too easy to forget about the claws! he rolled the sheet back into a ball and through it on the counter! He lifted his head a little bit and stared into the light that was right above him until the outline of the filament inside was burned into his retina. With a sigh, he would portion out another piece of the dough. Every time he did this on his own he would tear a giant hole in all of the sheets of dough! How was he supposed to avoid that with the sharp points stuck at the end of his fingers? Stupid claws.
Again, he rolled the pin over the dough, right until he could almost see the table underneath it. He sucked on the inside of his cheek, dusting the dough and the table with a generous pinch of flour. Now it was time for his genius to come through, grabbing a couple of the cooking club's spatulas, he would slowly slip the pair of implements under the dough, sucking on the inside of his cheek in exasperation. Already the third time he had to go through the pain of starting over. Completely unacceptable.
His pair of spatulas clinked against the hard stone of the countertop in a tense moment. He could hardly believed his little plan actually managed to work. He moved them away slowly at first, just to make sure that they didn't manage to stick on to the floured dough right before he would swipe them apart with a swift motion. He could feel the sweat running down right beside one of his eye-stalks. It didn't matter in his mind. He stared at the thin sheet of dough before him, expecting it to somehow explode or fall apart the moment that he looked away. the spirals of teeth in his mouth ground against each other for just a moment, a thick lump of anxiety built in his throat, and his head started to swim.
He did it! He finally managed to pull it off! He breathed out a heavy breath that he didn't even notice he had been holding. Finally, he had already spent thirty minutes on this alone, and now he could finally move on! The boy leaned against the counter, his great weight causing the countertops to groan a bit in stress and... He took a quick glance towards his creation once more, and felt his heart skip a beat. He moved his hand out of the way only for his relief to be reinstated. From where he was looking he could have sworn that he jabbed one of his claws right back into the doughy sheet.
"I... I should probably get back to work."
The next hour or so of work had gone much better than before, as was the nature of trying things, Nenkin had managed to find a system that workd best for him. 10 sheets of the dough in all. He would set them aside for a little bit. He remembered he was supposed to let them set for a couple of hours or something, as if anyone had the time for that! But with the dough set aside, he could get down to the most delicious part of the dish! Scrumptious pistachios and a bag of scrumptious dark chocolate chips! His favorite! Honestly, though, he could get this done a lot faster if he had some help.