[ joining the cooking competition wasn't really part of his plan for the week. or the month. or ever, really; he doesn't bake to win things.
but he's here anyway, rolling out a layer of dough for pavlova and really wishing he had his headphones with him to block out the sheer noise of the massive kitchen and everyone else in it, but even he knows they'd be a safety hazard. while the dough sits, he goes back to the ingredients table to grab the last cup of strawberries. he may not be aiming to win, but he should probably at least finish it now that he's here. ]
[ Kuroo was aiming to win, but he was confident. while a lot of the others were running back and forth in a rush right at the very beginning, he was busying himself with stirring the mixture for candy glass in a pan. once he was sure it'd be fine by itself he goes to look for a sheet pan, bumping his hip against someone in an effort to avoid a chef carrying boiling water-- ]
Let me guess. A shortcake?
[ ... not exactly an apology to the blond he'd just bumped, was it? he thinks their stations are nearby too, though he hadn't been paying much attention earlier. oops. ]
[ tsukishima tips to the side, fingers tightening on the glass bowl. he rebalances quickly enough and takes the opportunity to shoot the guy an annoyed look. not having to look down is a little bit of a surprise, but more importantly: ] No.
[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
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it's okay! I AM HERE FOR COOKING ADVENTURES NOW
but he's here anyway, rolling out a layer of dough for pavlova and really wishing he had his headphones with him to block out the sheer noise of the massive kitchen and everyone else in it, but even he knows they'd be a safety hazard. while the dough sits, he goes back to the ingredients table to grab the last cup of strawberries. he may not be aiming to win, but he should probably at least finish it now that he's here. ]
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Let me guess. A shortcake?
[ ... not exactly an apology to the blond he'd just bumped, was it? he thinks their stations are nearby too, though he hadn't been paying much attention earlier. oops. ]
no subject
[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
...excuse me.
[ trying to slide past now. ]