WHERE: Bishan’s apartment WHEN: The evening before the vigil WITH @thesloanezone
The whole place was starting the smell like curry as Bishan juggled three pans at the same time, one cooking the rice he had saved up over the past months, the other making good use of the spices very few people in Fairvale wanted or appreciated, and the last containing some tofu he had made from fermented soy beans. He liked to thank his mother for the knowledge of how to make things from scratch.
He was sweating, no headache this evening, but he still looked the part of a boxer of some kind. A boxer who lost. When he heard sound coming from by the door, he almost dropped the spoon, confused that anyone would enter his apartment - anyone that wasn’t Tali, but when it was Tali, he wouldn’t be able to hear her until she was standing right next to him.
He raised an eyebrow looking at Sloane. “What are you doing here, gata?” he asked.