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The First Cut is the Deepest (Backdated to early February)
Who: Kotori and anyone on the Seventh Heaven
Status: Closed to shipmates and close CR
Where: The Seventh Heaven's galley
What: Kotori tries to make Valentine's chocolates and cheat her way through her knife phobia. Results vary...
Warnings: Past knife trauma, past domestic arguments and divorce
[Okay... milk, white, and dark chocolates, cream, sugar, sea salt, butter, dried fruit, a bottle of decent wine from the ship's stores (she's not planning on drinking any, just rehydrating some of the fruit), matcha... saucepan, bowls, molds, the wooden kitchen knife she purchased, and the Turkey Totem.]
Okay...
[Kotori takes a slow, deep breath. The totem should block her feelings of fear for an hour once it's activated. No fear, no phobia to get in the way of her making these chocolates, right? And the wooden knife shouldn't even leave a scratch if her hand slips. And at least she's totally alone with no one about to walk in to see her struggling with this, right?]
Status: Closed to shipmates and close CR
Where: The Seventh Heaven's galley
What: Kotori tries to make Valentine's chocolates and cheat her way through her knife phobia. Results vary...
Warnings: Past knife trauma, past domestic arguments and divorce
[Okay... milk, white, and dark chocolates, cream, sugar, sea salt, butter, dried fruit, a bottle of decent wine from the ship's stores (she's not planning on drinking any, just rehydrating some of the fruit), matcha... saucepan, bowls, molds, the wooden kitchen knife she purchased, and the Turkey Totem.]
Okay...
[Kotori takes a slow, deep breath. The totem should block her feelings of fear for an hour once it's activated. No fear, no phobia to get in the way of her making these chocolates, right? And the wooden knife shouldn't even leave a scratch if her hand slips. And at least she's totally alone with no one about to walk in to see her struggling with this, right?]
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Don't mind me.
[ She looks at the dried fruit and reaches to pluck one with a claw. ]
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That is, until someone does walk to the kitchen to find her newest crew member and looking a little... worn out? It's hard to tell, and Tifa doesn't want to make any assumptions, so she'll quietly poke her head through the door first. The last thing that she wants to do is startle anyone with a knife in their hands, wooden or otherwise.]
Knock knock.
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