#037 [ACTION/AUDIO/VIDEO]
In the kitchen of the Order, Jerry was hard at work, baking a holiday storm. Candies, cookies, cakes, you name it in all the colors of the rainbow! Smiling away, the master of food had just finished mixing another bowl of gingerbread batter, held firmly in his strong arm. Placing it gingerly on the counter, he turned his head to grab the last cookie sheet he'd washed. His system had never failed to clean while you cooked, and it was this time of year he needed it the most, unless you counted Allen's three meals a day...
Silent as the night, a figure appeared, floating above the man's head. Tsuzuki was grinning like a little boy at the bowl of batter. He'd been hiding in ghost mode for the opportunity to shift back, so he could sneak a finger in the gingerbread bowl! Finally, he reached down when Jerry wasn't looking. Just as his finger reached the batter, a wooden spoon whacked the back of his hand, producing a whimper from the shinigami. Jerry looked above him, shaking his head like a mother to her child.
"Don't you think for one minute that just because you have that invisible form you'll get past my food senses, Asato. I've been protecting my kitchen from all kinds of powers even before Komui made that contraption. No hands in the bowl. Wait like the rest of the Order, flyboy!" With that the cook put his hand with the spoon on his hip and frowned up at Tsuzuki.
"Yes, sir... So much like Tatsumi, it's scary..." He floated away disappointed to the door, but that didn't keep him from sitting in the doorway to watch and drool...
Silent as the night, a figure appeared, floating above the man's head. Tsuzuki was grinning like a little boy at the bowl of batter. He'd been hiding in ghost mode for the opportunity to shift back, so he could sneak a finger in the gingerbread bowl! Finally, he reached down when Jerry wasn't looking. Just as his finger reached the batter, a wooden spoon whacked the back of his hand, producing a whimper from the shinigami. Jerry looked above him, shaking his head like a mother to her child.
"Don't you think for one minute that just because you have that invisible form you'll get past my food senses, Asato. I've been protecting my kitchen from all kinds of powers even before Komui made that contraption. No hands in the bowl. Wait like the rest of the Order, flyboy!" With that the cook put his hand with the spoon on his hip and frowned up at Tsuzuki.
"Yes, sir... So much like Tatsumi, it's scary..." He floated away disappointed to the door, but that didn't keep him from sitting in the doorway to watch and drool...