Mary
Tiff is taking it as a challenge to make something horrific even without the blender. Just because it's funny to watch people's reactions to the monstrosities she makes, and she *Can* Eat it, so she's not *Wasting* Food.

Today, she is cooking a small steak in the microwave! It's not too horrific, just not something *Good*. She has a glass of orange juice to wash it down, though. That's pretty bad. 

It won't be enough to fill her significantly, but she'll just go raid the kitchen after. It's the principle.
Ernestine
The nightmare of leaving his room was already enough for him. All his life consisted of was deteriorating in his bed, keeping his phone on its charger, and leaving his room *Only* When he needed to. This was one of those moments. He had put off his hunger for far too long, trudging into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Despite his tired look that screamed 'i havent left my room in months', he was ready to do *Something*. 

Then he noticed tiff. He let out a groan.

He didn't want to interact with anyone, let alone someone who seemed to be making an absolute mess of the kitchen. So he scooted his way on over to the counter while pulling out a few items to make *Just* Pasta of all things.
Mary
She doesn't seem bothered by the groan. If anything, she grins. 

The microwave beeps, and she takes out her latest hellspawn. This is before the bad stench, therefore the appetite is still there.

"Hey! Wanna share?" She laughs, then eyes Dakota's resources. "Oh, nah, bro, you're *Just* Making pasta? That's *Not* A full meal." Tiff? Minding her own business? Never. Why on earth would she do that.
Ernestine
Dakota felt his nose scrunch up, a recoil to the awful stench that filled the room. He whipped around, holding the blanket at his chest as it slipped off one of his shoulders. He furrowed his brows before fixing the blanket and continuing what he was doing before. 

He mumbled something in his native language in response. "*No, i do not want to share. ça a l'air horrible.*" He turned his head, looking at the other who was holding a plate filled with god knows what. "*Yes, just pasta.*" His grip on the box of pasta tightened, "*It's none of your business what i do and don't eat. Your assumption that i am just eating this is absurd.*" 

Funny thing is, he was just eating pasta.
Mary
"Ooooh, more French stuff. What's that mean?" She leans across the counter with a little smirk. Then she looks down at the pasta. *Just pasta... Hm.* She understands why he doesn't want what she has, but still. 

"I mean, I guess. But also, I eat a *Lot*, so most normal portions seem puny to me." She laughs her "BAHA" Laugh for a second.
Ernestine
"*None of your business is what it means.*" He was not in a good mood, but when was he ever? He gave tiff another dirty side glance, almost as if he was trying to tell her to leave. 

He emptied the box into a dry pot, as his plans were to add water in a second, and continued on even with tiffs lurking presence. "*Besides, you look like you're eating literal horse shit. I mean what even goes on in your mind to think something like that is even edible?*"
Mary
She laughs at that, hovering near him though just to watch. 

"Horse shit? Nah, my dad bought me this. I just didn't cook it how I should've, but it's still good." She leans back against the counter, watching. "I can eat *Anything*, y'know? Never got sick off of food *Once.* I even digested a *Button* Once."
Ernestine
He stopped. Almost all the time she was talking about her father. He felt nothing but pure jealousy around her, and that only infested and turned into anger. Anger that he should probably see someone about.

Dakota grabbed onto the handle of the pot. "*Can you shut the fuck up about your dad for once, he sounds like a social reject from what i gathered.*"
Mary
She could almost laugh at that. But she doesn't. Her pupils get a little bigger, her grin a little more dangerous. She crosses her arms. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Kota? Elaborate." There is danger in her tone. A real *Watch your step* Type of tone.
Ernestine
"*It's exactly what i implied.*" He snapped, filling the pot with the right amount of water — almost as if this was second nature to him, almost as if he had been doing this for a long while. "*Did you not hear me before?*"

Obviously, dakota was dumb and completely ignored her warnings.
Mary
"No... No, I heard you. Just didn't believe what I heard! Wanted to see if you stood by it. If you meant to call my dad a *Social reject.*" It wouldn't be the first time she got into a fight over this. She isn't pleased. Her eyes get a little wider, her stance a little more tense.
Ernestine
Ever since his previous comment, his eyes were off her. He now threw the pot on the stove eye, a little bit of water splashing onto the counter as he did so, reaching over to turn on the eye. "*I did. Is there an issue?*" Yes — there *Was* An issue, but he was too oblivious to realize it.
Mary
She reaches for his arm without thinking, unable to think. She grabs and yanks him- not gentle in the least- so that he faces her head on. Her grip alone is enough to bruise. At least she waited until the pot was put down.

"*Say it to my face, Kota.*" She squeezes a little tighter. "Say it. To my. *Face.*"
Ernestine
His blanket dropped to the ground once he was yanked, and the pain focused on his wrist slowly became unbearable to him. He attempted to move his fingers to loosen the pain, yet made it more unbearable. He did the only thing he could think of, he spat right in her face. 

"*Well- i can see you're just as much as a social reject like you're father if you're getting so pressed over a comment like that.*"
Mary
She lets go as if he burnt her. In a way he did. She takes a moment to wipe away the spit, then closes her eyes, takes a breath. Her pupils are so large theres next to no iris. She looks more animalistic with each passing breath of trying desperately to calm down. 

In the end, the anger wins. She exhaled through her nose one last time, before ramming her shoulder into Dakota suddenly, attempting to shove him back. 

"Watch your *Goddamn* Mouth, fucking bastard." She's not pleased. "*You hear me!?*" She's advancing towards him. You've angered the beast. Or, more specifically, *Awoken* The beast. All Tiff sees is a target. An easy target.
Latisha
He was rammed into the stove, quickly grabbing onto the small ledge of the stove. While he wasn't adamant about showing any fear in his expression, based on the fact that he was scrambling to get out of her line of sight for more room just in case she did decide to throw a punch.

"*Maybe i should but i prefer not to. Sorry the truth hurts, but it's getting obnoxious how much you talk about your father. Every fucking time you're around me it's something about his pathetic ass.*"
Mary
She's angry. She's so fucking angry. 

She wants his fear- it would empower her more. 

"You little *Shit.* I oughta-" She can't help it. "He's *Not* Pathetic!" If you look closely, her eyes are glistening. She rears back her fist for a punch, aiming for his face. Just like what landed her here, what she has no shame for, what she won't have shame for now. He insulted her fucking father.
Ernestine
His first instinct was to dodge, and he did exactly that. Dakota ducked under the punch while also making sure his feet were firmly planted on to the ground. She had exposed herself a little bit too much to him, and he took that chance for granted.

Dakota instantly sprung forward, ramming his body weight into tiff in an attempt to knock her over.
Mary
It doesn't knock her over- not even close. She's built like a brick wall. But it catches her off guard decently, for her to have to result in just *Grabbing* Dakota by the shirt- not even the collar, just the shirt wherever she could- and *Throwing* Him to the ground, breathing heavily. She advances on him again. Uh oh.

She brings back her leg, aiming a kick to the lowest part of his ribs, left side. In truth, she wasn't aiming. She saw red. She had a burst of energy so extremely horrid, that she had to get it out of her system.
Ernestine
He felt the air knocked out of him, leaving him scrambling on the ground for a couple of seconds as he *Tried* To breathe some sort of air in. To add insult to injury, he was kicked right in the ribs, a sudden feeling of nausea overwhelming him. 

He put his hand up, grabbing onto her ankle and digging his nails, frost spreading on her lower leg in an attempt to defend himself.
Mary
The nails digging in isnt what snaps her back. It's the *Cold.* The *Frost.* Her pupils seem to shrink to normal in no time at all, and she gasps, tearing her leg back even though it results in little trails of blood from his nails. 

"Sh... Shit.." She murmurs. She's not horrified with what she's done, but that she can't remember any of it. She can't remember anything past feeling awful. But Dakota is on the ground. And she's not super proud of herself like she was the other time. Because this guy could cause her serious consequences. She's not sorry, so she doesn't even try to say that. "I- I can fix this. I can fix this." Can she fix it? No. But the nurse might be able to.
Ernestine
Heads up dakota, don't do that again.

He found it hard to breathe, and he found himself thinking maybe he *Really* Shouldn't do that again, especially up against someone he couldn't just beat up if it was right. But he never swung first. Dakota struggled to sit himself up, and despite his efforts, he found himself falling back to the ground.
Mary
"I- ...Don't say that *Shit* About my dad, got it? I don't fucking tolerate it. *Got it?* Come on, let's get you to the nurse.." Her fists clench and unclench, before she reaches and forcefully rights Dakota onto his feet, unaware of if it'll hurt him.
Ernestine
He quickly swiped his hand towards her, "*Lâchez-moi.*" He snapped, leaning towards the counter. He completely ignored what tiff had to say to him. The sudden shift of movement only worsened the pain in his side. "*I'll walk myself.*"