Neko!Bakura x Ghirahim

Bakura followed.

Ghirahim: -he arrives to a staircase which he goes down, and once down, they arrive at a door to which he takes out keys for, unlocks, and opens- Here we are, the wine cellar.

Bakura wrinkled his nose. "It stinks down here."

(I've never actually been in a wine cellar but I'm guessing the smell isn't all that pleasant)

Ghirahim: Time will do that, with it being underground and all. But here... I have all kinds of wine. I have some of the most common to some of the rarest-- the rarest being the only bottled left of their kind. It's a shame that I don't know the way to make that kind of wine, since some of it is said to be the best one may ever taste.

"It's probably worse for me than it is for you. I'm part cat, remember? My sense of smell is sharper than that of a human's. It might sharper than a demon...sorry, demon lord's as well. I dunno."

Ghirahim: I see... -he doesn't mind the mix-up, since he fixed it right after- Well, if things are too pungent for you down here, there are nose plugs I'm sure we can get.

"Demon...demon lord...is there really all that much of a difference?" He shook his head. "I can get used to it."

Ghirahim: -gives him another sharp look- Yes, there is. There's power and status, obviously. But if you can get used to the smell, good.

"Yeah but...a demon is a demon. It's not like you're a different species of demon or anything. The only thing separating you from a regular demon is power and status. Demon Lord...it seems more like...I dunno...a title. Like god or goddess, or a royal title like Princess. Just as an example." He looked away and shrugged. "That's just how I see it."

Ghirahim: -not liking this talk coming from him, he summons a dagger and throws it at him, having it purposefully miss, but be close enough to touch the hairs on his head-

The dagger grazed one of Bakura's ears but he didn't flinch. He looked back at Ghirahim. "Sorry for expressing my point of view. I just don't get what makes you different aside from power and status. I don't know enough about demons to really understand anyway. To me, it sounds like a title. That's all."

(It does kinda sound like a title. Course this is coming from someone who doesn't know a lot about LoZ anyway)

(Yeah, it is. Ghirahim just sees it as more to him.)

Ghirahim: It's not just a title. -he narrows his eyes- That's the last thing that will be said upon the topic. We should get you making the first basic meal you'll learn to make.

(Lol)

"Yeah, okay..." Bakura touched his ear where the dagger grazed it. It was bleeding but not enough for him to worry. "One more battle wound I guess..." He muttered.

Ghirahim: -he noticed the blood, but he payed no mind to it. he deserved it. with that, he motions for him to follow him back to the kitchen-

(You wanna skip through or go through the entire process? He'd be teaching him how to cook chicken.)

(We can skip)

Bakura followed.

(Okay. Should we say he was successful or not?)

(Hm he could be nearly successful idk

I have a big perfect orange harvest in New Leaf. Could I come to your town later tonight? Maybe around 6 or 7 my time, which is 7 or 8 yours?)

(Okay.
Sure!)

Bakura made a few mistakes while he was attempting to cook. Frustrated, he crossed his arms. "I... I can't do this..." He muttered.

Ghirahim: -he looks down at him- Look, I did say it wold take some time for you to learn. This may be a failure, but you will continue to practice.

"Yeah, sure, okay..." Bakura huffed. "I don't think I have the talent for something so damn complicated. I failed my home ec class. Actually I was kicked out my first day. Nearly burned down the whole school. I kinda got expelled and then the next school I went to banned me from signing up at all."

Ghirahim: Well, I'll make sure no fires start then. You will learn to cook, I will see to that. You need more practice, perhaps starting off with simpler dishes. Like ones that require little cooking, such as desserts. If you can't learn to cook, I'll at least have you make the best desserts out there.

"F-Fine..." Bakura muttered.

Ghirahim: Since food is already ready, you can throw yours away. Mine is enough for two.

(Seeing as he cooked along with him to show him)

Bakura looked away. "Yeah, whatever..."