smokinghunter: (glare of doom)
Krow, krow! Murk-KROW!

[Kaz's Murkrow is throwing a fit, knocking into things and pushing things off the shelf in Smoker's room which turns the communicator on as he tries to get it under control. He gives her a sour look, clearly as equally frustrated as she is and just growls.]

Will you get off it already?! I don't know where she is!! If I knew, don't you think I'd be out there bringing her back?! She's not here damn it!

[This just instigates more crashing and general temper tantrum and Smoker himself punches a wall with a gloved fist (lightly for him, otherwise it'd break, though it still leaves a loud thud and small dent.) He takes a few huffs on the cigars and quietly rumbles.]

She's gone home, okay? Kaz and Hina, they've gone home. I don't know if they'll be back, I don't know how it happens, but I've got to keep moving forward.

[The murkrow gives him a hurt look and squawks, kicking the blanket and some of the knocked over items: a lamp, cigar box and so forth, upset and still frustrated, but at least slightly less destructive.]

Come here. [It's an order like only a commander can make, but it still has a gentle touch to it you wouldn't expect given the recent display and he holds out an arm for the murkrow to land on. When she does, he gently pats her head soothingly.] You can stay with me until then if you want, all right? It's a big place out there, I'd get why you wouldn't want to be alone.

Krow... [A sad note and Smoker just sighs, letting the bird perch on his shoulder while he goes about cleaning the mess up.]
smokinghunter: (White Hunter on board)
[Smoker is very clearly up some place high and from the looks of it, he and Kaz went tree climbing along Route 32. In the background you can just barely see the Sprout Tower in the far distance over the treetops. It appears they went up there to battle birds and get good at training against them. However, if you look closer, Smoker's down to his boxers and Justice!socks. Kazooie meanwhile is looking smug and hoarding all his clothes, particularly the jacket, though she's using his jeans for cushioning on the branch they're sitting on.]

Call 'em. [Growls and carefully lays out his cards. Yup, they're playing poker and Smoker is his losing his shirt. Literally. However at this, he also notices his pidgeotto flying about with the pokedex and gives it a flat stare before grabbing it out of flight and turning the video off.]

[Video]

Jul. 22nd, 2010 02:09 am
smokinghunter: (Let's do this)
So anyone in the Violet City area, I'm going to make some sea salt ice cream for me and Roxas, but since I only have a recipe for an entire ship's crew I'll probably make way too much. And I figure I might as well share it.

Although Freckles, if you're going with the pervert-prince, you better make it fast.

Anyone know if ice cream is safe for pokemon to eat?

Oh, and if you want a different flavor than sea-salt, bring whatever and I'll mix it up.

And stupid love-prince: I'm giving the curry to Kaz so you better not have slipped anything it. If I can ask a favor though, I think I got the recipe right, but I'm doing it from memory. If you've got the time, look it over.

[ooc: insert recipe. It's missing one or two things for flavoring that a really experienced chef (Sanji) would know, but someone who's just capable (Smoker) would not. [livejournal.com profile] justicereigns = main account, replies will be backdated to whatever time you want, action threads are go! And feel free to threadjump and talk to each other/mingle like crazy.]

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