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Odd has really been having trouble sleeping. It's the aura that hangs around the island, implying that too many people died in too short a time. Odd knows it will only be a matter of time before the dead that remain start to seek him out.
In the meantime, though, he's doing the one thing he can always manage whether he's running on no sleep or not: cooking and eating pancakes.
In fact, he's sitting on the ground outside his front door, slowly working through a stack of pancakes and trying to be a little sociable. (even though the dark circles and bleary eyes he's sporting probably make him look a little manic.)
After all, the trick to getting out of a cult is making connections in the cult, right?
...Also he wouldn't mind sharing the pancakes. He's a short order cook and they're his specialty, he can't help but make more than enough for one person.
In the meantime, though, he's doing the one thing he can always manage whether he's running on no sleep or not: cooking and eating pancakes.
In fact, he's sitting on the ground outside his front door, slowly working through a stack of pancakes and trying to be a little sociable. (even though the dark circles and bleary eyes he's sporting probably make him look a little manic.)
After all, the trick to getting out of a cult is making connections in the cult, right?
...Also he wouldn't mind sharing the pancakes. He's a short order cook and they're his specialty, he can't help but make more than enough for one person.