by ToxicShadow » 10/25/2016 7:14 PM
Ryo frowned just a bit, in response to Prosper's rather boring choice of beverage. Of course, such an option made perfect sense, for someone that hadn't had to consume food or drink for any reasonably long period of time. He probably needed hydration. So the god didn't make a comment, he only picked the glass back up and moved toward the fridge. It dispensed both water and ice, but he forewent the latter, as ice cold water was likely the last thing he needed after nearly being half frozen. Once he filled the glass, he set it back down near Prosper, grabbed his own fork, and moved around the island to sit in the empty seat. He had very good posture, even sitting on the stool.
He picked up his own glass, it filling with a bubbly red liquid from the bottom up, as he brought it toward his mouth for a drink. Since they were eating breakfast, he'd chosen to drink orange juice. Sparkling blood orange juice, to be exact.
After taking his first drink, the god set it aside, and cut into his omelette. Their eating habits were similar, as Ryo was also a neat eater. He took relatively small bites, and didn't make even the slightest of messes. When eating something he had before, he was something of a fast eater. He had plenty of omelettes and toast in his day, so he didn't feel the necessity of eating slowly and savoring it. He was eating just to eat. So his food disappeared quickly, in spite of his neat, little bites.
Taking a few slices of pear for himself, Ryo found them more enjoyable. He typically tended to enjoy stronger flavors, rather bitter, sour, or sweet. As eating was a luxury for him, it was the more interesting and complex flavors that he often preferred.
All throughout his meal, he would glance at his partner from the corner of his eye. Prosper hadn't complained about the food, but the god figured that he probably wouldn't, even if he wasn't enjoying it at all. Still, it looked as though things were going over well enough.
Once Ryo finished off the last of his food and drink, he rose from his seat, gathering up his empty dishes and took them to the sink to be rinsed. This was followed by him collecting everything else he'd dirtied in the process of preparing and cooking their meal, rinsing them, too, and finally began to load up the dishwasher. At times, he washed them the old fashioned way, by hand with soap and water, but it wasn't one of those times.
Cooking, cleaning, Ryo took care of everything himself as though it was second nature and, by now, it was. In the years that he still actively played his role as a god, he didn't have to lift a finger when it came to mundane things. When he left that life behind, in favor of acclimating to human society, he'd tried having maids and servants. He only found their presence suffocating within his own home, and Ryo certainly wasn't going to invite them into his living space when he was not present. The last thing he needed was for them snoop around and touch things they shouldn't. He found he preferred his privacy for all the many reasons, and so he'd developed the habits necessary to live and thrive on his own, without actively using his powers. In that aspect, with his mimicry of human existence, he was far different from many other gods.