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Who: Blackrose [twilightbreaker] & Azure Kite [azureflamegod]
Where A kitchen
When: Not long after her arrival
Rating: G...?
Summary: Blackrose is hungry omnomnom
the Story:
The kitchen looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Really, it had only been hit by Blackrose’s appetite. Plates were strewn dirtied and strewn across countertops, the fridge door and other cabinet doors had been left over. In the center of it all was Blackrose herself, the girl mostly hidden by what was growing into a gigantic sandwich. Layers of bread, meat, vegetables…long ago had it stopped being just a sandwich. By this point it had become a work of art. She was barely visible over the towering sandwich, occasionally picking off parts of it and popping them into her mouth. The well stocked kitchen had overwhelmed her, and by now she had probably cleared out about half of it.
“Hmmm…” The girl took a few steps back, surveying her creation. “How am I supposed to eat this?” Instead of coming up with a way to eat, she reached for the already half used bottle of mustard, adding some more to the top. There, now it was perfect. The girl smiled to herself, even if she couldn’t eat it, at least it looked nice. Her stomach gave a low grumble, and her smile faded somewhat.
Yeah, she definitely needed to find a way to eat this thing.
Where A kitchen
When: Not long after her arrival
Rating: G...?
Summary: Blackrose is hungry omnomnom
the Story:
The kitchen looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Really, it had only been hit by Blackrose’s appetite. Plates were strewn dirtied and strewn across countertops, the fridge door and other cabinet doors had been left over. In the center of it all was Blackrose herself, the girl mostly hidden by what was growing into a gigantic sandwich. Layers of bread, meat, vegetables…long ago had it stopped being just a sandwich. By this point it had become a work of art. She was barely visible over the towering sandwich, occasionally picking off parts of it and popping them into her mouth. The well stocked kitchen had overwhelmed her, and by now she had probably cleared out about half of it.
“Hmmm…” The girl took a few steps back, surveying her creation. “How am I supposed to eat this?” Instead of coming up with a way to eat, she reached for the already half used bottle of mustard, adding some more to the top. There, now it was perfect. The girl smiled to herself, even if she couldn’t eat it, at least it looked nice. Her stomach gave a low grumble, and her smile faded somewhat.
Yeah, she definitely needed to find a way to eat this thing.