Chicken rib congee just like home

@Horus

Su Matin

Manta Carlos was already starting to feel exactly like Hong Kong, if only because of the fact that having a tsunami did tend to bring on the appropriate rain and humidity. And the flood waters, and the murderous people from the bottom of the sea, and general hysteria and chaos. Actually, scratch that. It felt exactly like Hong Kong did. There was a point when, during the storm, the water had come up to his shins and all Matin could really do was remind himself that some people couldn't survive underwater. The water was a bad thing. It was a terrible and awful thing and he should not feel good about being able to wiggle his toes and feel water everywhere.

He just couldn't understand some people.

At the very least, their house in the residential side of the island was done drying out. The water damage had been cleaned up by the services of some magical cleaning company and now everything was back in order. Probably. His very first night in that place coincided with the beginning of the tsunami so Matin was mostly guessing on that point. He did take the chance to dump a bunch of ugly, molding furniture, though.

In any case, he was making lunch, just a simple chicken stuffed pot of congee that had been already been simmering for the last day. Most of the grocery stores had been plundered or otherwise out of stock by the time he had tracked them down but what person did not have like fifty pounds of rice in their pantry and a few bags of bones for stock?

Sometime, probably soon, Matin would have to physically go to the Academy but it wasn't his fault that he had arrived with Kyros.

Su Matin

The weirdest thing about having a dog was -well, the fact that the dog was not technically a dog at the moment. Company wise, Zhong was all right, at least. Matin could think of a thousand worse people to be saddled with. Most of them girls or the elderly. In general, people who were bothersome and kept trying to tie him down with useless garbage. With Zhong, he had a nearly ideal confidant, guard, adviser-

"When can we go for a walk?"

Matin mentally cringed at the question. He had been expecting Zhong to ask eventually and definitely, he had been planning a walk for a while. He simply. Kept forgetting about it. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he might as well have had noodles for muscles and was putting it off until the last possible moment.

As eloquently as humanely possible, Matin answered, "Um." He stirred the congee once, and then again when it failed to provide him with any interesting feedback. "Later?" He said vaguely. He made the mistake of actually glancing at Zhong as he said that, because the kicked dog look was something nobody should have ever had to see. This also nothing to do with the fact that it was pretty effective.

He shook his head and said more firmly, "Later."