I COULD BE HAPPY & private, moksha

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Somehow cooking brought her some sort of peace. She could zone out, allowing her hands to do the work, muscle memory being such a beautiful thing. She wanted to make another kind of stew, gathering some vegetables from the greenhouse: kidney beans, diced green peppers, cilantro and many others. It was slightly spicier, something she liked. She wanted to make sure everyone would be fed three times a day, that would be the bare minimum. No one should starve. Her hair was tied back, not wanting to risk one of her thin hairs to fall into the soup. Finished with the stew, she set the pot on the stove to cool and grabbed herself a bowl and a spoon, sauntering toward the table to eat in silence... Alone.

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha had been arguing with Calum for the past ten minutes as to why he wasn't as sick as he thought he was. Finally, he'd ended up leaving after tossing a water bottle at the little shit's gut. He'd decided to go find himself something to eat; after all he had plans later to go do some work. Nothing else to do around here. He stepped into the kitchen with a sniff, walking past Daesung without realizing she was there, and immediately going to investigate the pot on the stove like a hungry bear meandering over to a picnic basket. He frowned and turned to glance back at the door, noticing Daesung with a rather unimpressed look on his face. "You made yourself an entire pot of stew," he said, like a judgemental statement.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Daesung was quite oblivious to the argument between the two men, maybe she knew but didn't care, or she knew but didn't want to interfere. Could be one, could be the other. She lifted her head as the large man maneuver right past her, immediately with his attention to the pot of stew she made. She stifled a laugh, pursing her lips as she smiled with a mouthful of the hot soup. As he turned toward her, she wiggled her fingers at him, shaking her head and swallowing before speaking. "And if I did?" she challenged, chuckling softly and spooning in another bit of the stew into her mouth. She considered Moksha... A friend? Maybe a close acquaintance. Yeah, that sounded right. "No, I made some more in case anyone else wanted some. You can get a bowl if you want."

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha stared at her with a rather neutral expression; neutral for him at least. Slightly furrowed brow, half-glare almost constantly. Mild grimace. He waited, one hand on the counter and the other slipping into his pocket as he waited for her to 'finish' her sentence from her first comment. When she continued, he gave a huff and turned to open the counter and find himself a bowl. "I would have said you were being selfish, since you're too little to eat so much as a second rabbit leg," he said simply, pouring himself some soup. "Where'd you get all the stuff in this?" Almost immediately after filling his bowl, he went over to find some salt and pepper, shifting through the cabinets lazily.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Daesung snorted in amusement, sliding her spoon from her mouth slowly, a cheeky expression painted across her face. His statement made her laugh a little, not seeing how her size mattered since she had quite the fast metabolism. She burned the calories off with a job or an intense workout, so she'd probably be hungry later on. "Whatever, big man," she replied in sing-song tone, waving her spoon in the air and dipping it back into the bowl. "Greenhouse. It has a bunch of vegetables in th- Are you looking for salt? I spiced and seasoned this to hell, you are not gonna ruin my creation with more sodium." Daesung held a pout on her lips, pointing her spoon at Moksha, eyes narrowed.

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha huffed and turned his head towards her as she started scolding him. "I'm not ruining it," he snorted, finding what he wanted and going over to find a spoon, "So the Greenhouse is doing stuff? Calum said he wanted to put some fruit up in it or something." He frowned, remembering the after-comment of having Moksha climb a tree. He grabbed his bowl, spoon now with it, and went to sit across from Dae, salt and pepper in one hand. He kicked the chair out and sat down with a huff. "So what exactly is in it," he said, poking around and popping the top off of the pepper with his thumb nail.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Daesung scoffed softly, rolling her eyes but she. pulsing wipe the smile off her face. "Just beans and vegetables; good protein." she murmured, taking in another spoonful and watching Moksha as he began to destroy her meal with more pepper snd salt, as if she hadn't put enough in. "So Calum wants to put in fruit, huh?"

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha gave a grunt, seeming pleased with it, despite coating it in salt and mixing it all in. He set the salt down and tasted his additions, seeming satisfied; which was a surprise, seeing as though he usually tasted something and added more to it. Taking the bowl in one hand, he leaned back to relax while he ate. "Yeah, said something about someone liking peaches or something," he said, "Then he went on about upgrading the Greenhouse to have water pipes or something. Kinda hurt him when I said we didn't have anything to power a pump." He snorted and took another spoonful of the stew. "I personally think we need something other than these damn rabbits. They're worse than fucking fish," he said, covering his mouth and giving a little, sickened look. He didn't like fix. The taste of it made him want to throw up. Shrimp and stuff? That kind of thing was fine, at least it was the first time he had it as a kid. Fish though. Clearly it put a bad taste in his mouth. "I also heard Johannes is trying to get more stuff in there," he continued, poking around in the bowl.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Daesung's nose scrunched up at the salt he put in, wondering what the hell happened to his taste buds. Could he not taste the saltiness? Was he forever numb to the disgusting taste of something being salted too much? God, he was just getting more and more interesting. "Smart guy. Hopefully, someone will find out how to put the power back on..." she murmured, finishing the stew she had left in the bowl, covering her mouth as she burped. Raising an eyebrow, she snickered and leaned back with her arm hanging over the back. "We do have a lot of deer and goats around," she pointed out, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. "Yeah, he is. Maybe, I'll go on a scavenging run for seeds. Will you come with me?"

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha continued to scrap his bowl clean, pausing only to sort of put a hand to his chest and either rub or press with the heel of his palm. He cleared his throat and looked up as she burped, snorting slightly and giving a slight smirk. "Weak," he said simply, setting his bowl on the table and using his elbow to pull himself out of his chair and into a sort of leaning-stand. One hand lightly touching his collarbones, he grabbed his bowl in his other hand so he could straighten up. "Yeah, which is decent. Lots of resources around," he said, "We really should put them more to use," he then added with a slight huff, closing his eyes for a moment while he stood against the table before turning to go put his bowl away.

He made it a couple steps before, with a strained tone, giving a harsh 'son of a bitch'. His steps wavered, and his balance visibly shifted. One of his knees gave in, and the bowl was the first to hit the ground, shattering across the tile. Moksha hit the floor hard and with a withheld grunt of pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers white as they pushed against his sternum. The world spun around him so fast he felt like he was going to vomit. There was a pain in his chest that was shooting vaguely down his left shoulder. Was he going to have a heart attack? The thought made him panic, pushing a hand against the floor to try and stand up again, but the world threw him back down, still rapidly turning despite nothing moving at all.