Baaki Seto Roleplay Character Profile
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Room Number: 103
Name: Baaki Seto
Birthday: December 18
Blood Type: AB
Height: In feet and inches
Weight: In pounds
Subject: What subject do they teach?
Why are you in Kurattu?: How'd you end up supervising this loony bin?
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First Post For This Character:
Flipping through Grigori’s cookbook, I shifted my body onto the counter. This meal had taken four hours to prepare, and my body was impatient. The smell of beef teriyaki filled the kitchen, and my mouth wanted to taste more than just a sample. I had finished the main course, the side dishes, and now all I needed was to prepare a dessert. Something that was quick, smooth, and delicate. The dinner itself would have an impact on everyone and make them fall head-over-heels, so the dessert did not need to be too heavy. As I skimmed through the book, my mind seemed to revert back to the email I had received this morning. My older sister had fallen ill, and was requesting my presence. To hell with her--
I narrowed my eyes down to the marble counter, lifting myself off of its smooth surface. I had other priorities. It’s been 10 years since I have even spoken to her, and I damn sure wasn’t going to see her now. My days at Kuratto are what keep me happy. Helping these students, keeps me at peace.Chocolate Truffle Cake
I smirked as I let the option linger in my mind. It didn’t sound too bad. After all it was a welcoming party and it’s not every day that I get to cook. Taking out a big bowl, I began putting the ingredients together and stirring. Everything seemed to be falling into plan as far as cooking.
Walking down the hallway pushing the cart, I felt more like a waiter then a chef. They'd better enjoy this,
I grimaced. There were three large black pots, 4 medium sized bowls, and mini containers containing the sauces I had mixed. Beef Teriyaki, White rice, and Shrimp were separated in the three pots. The side dishes, Tofu salad, Negitoro sushi, Omurice, and noodles, were in the medium sized bowls. I pushed the door open with my back, and pulled the cart in. Everyone was on the couch talking. Part of me hoped the carts squeaking didn’t disturb them, and the other half was hoping they’d enjoy the food. I smiled, and began to set the food accordingly on the table. As for the desert ….that would come last.