Cuisinier Extraordinaire

Siebold Home Economics Professor/ Cooking Club Supervisor

[dorksenpai]

Red VS Food (closed @siebold)

[dorksenpai]

So he was indeed in today; Perfect. Everything was going according to plan, just as he needed to if all of this were going to pan out how Red wanted, and he happened to be an expert in assuring that such (arguably delusional) goals were usually accomplished.

With a sharp inhale, the youth let himself in, stride quick and deliberate as he crossed the room to halt briskly in front of the professor’s desk. “I’ve got a proposition for you, if you’d listen, Sir.” Not that he’s actually waiting for an answer, shifting to set out the binder tucked under his arm with an attempt at dramatic flourish. Eye catching presentation is everything, after all.

"You’re an expert chef, and I’m an expert at eating anything that tastes good. And in massive quantities. So this…" With another slightly overdramatized movement, he had the binder open, flipping through a few pages of recipes and photo references that added up to some kind of horrific food nightmare that no man should be asking to put their body through. Unfortunately, Red was quite determined in this goal, and if that guy on tv could do it why couldn’t he?

"This is what I need your help with."

[zumi-zu]

Siebold cocked an eyebrow at the student briskly making his way towards his desk. His face was not that of a current student, nor did he remember it from elsewhere- what could he possibly want? 

His eye moved to catch the ponderous binder moments before it met the surface of his desk with a great thud. The bottom lid of his eye twitched as the student flipped through leaf of grotesque images after leaf of grotesque images. Was this what he expected a chef of his caliber to produce? In large amounts? For him to shovel down his gullet like an absolute savage?

"Are you fucking serious?" The words came out before he could even give them any consideration.

"Do you even understand what you are asking of me?! A self-proclaimed 'lover of eating' should know that ingesting copious amounts of 'good tasting food' is not truly appreciating said food! On top of that, I don't suppose your body would be appreciating it much either! How much consideration did you even give this proposal? Mon dieu..."

He rests his forehead in the palm of his hand, now wishing that it was some professor coming to pester him for a beverage.

[dorksenpai]

Red VS Food (closed @siebold)

Every (or rather, most) young man has a dream, and Red isn’t excluded in that. To say that the junior was somewhat accomplished as it was— the Kanto league hadn’t been exactly easy— wouldn’t be unfair, but hey, he was still a young dude; he had other goals in mind. Bigger and better dreams to accomplish. TV show host’s footsteps to follow in.

There were a modest amount of things that Red was good at, and doing unkind things to one’s body with food for the sake of a certain sense of demented, vaguely masochistic accomplishment happened to be one of them. He watched a lot of TV. He ate a lot of food. Clearly, that makes him a natural born for what he’s out to attempt, a binder full of references tucked safely under his arm while he walks.

Who better to lure into helping him accomplish those goals than a world renowned chef, who happened to be located right here on campus? Absolutely no one, that’s who. Steeling his resolve upon reaching the office of one Professor Siebold, knuckles met door in a harsh rapping knock that was sure to draw attention. Normally the young man was more subtle, of course, but this was a matter of grave importance.

[zumi-zu]

It was rare for Siebold to be seated in his office for very long - home economics (much to his relief) did not require copious hours devoted to grading homework and papers on the subject. Critiques were done during the class and that was usually the end of it. 

However, he was at his desk rifling through recipes, meticulously planning out the following classes and lessons. He pursed his lips pensively, but his train of thought was soon derailed by the violent beating his door was taking. How rude. He scowled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Looks like lesson planning was a matter that would have to wait (as long as it wasn't for some delinquent student or a pushy professor wanting a refill of coffee).

"Come in," he said after letting out an agitated sigh.

[zumi-zu]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My cooking utensils, of course. Without them I'd never be able to create and perfect any of my dishes, and then what would become of me?