Who:
rustigedraak and occupants of house 15 and/or anyone nearby with a sense of smell.
What: Ladon's cooking. Oh God, I am so sorry.
Where: House 15, 4th floor kitchen.
When: Morning.
Warnings: Ladon has a potty mouth and he eats charcoal. Also, reply in whichever format you want to log in, I'll match.
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Om nom nom carbon pancakes. )
[So of course she marches up (as opposed to using magic) to confront the offender]
Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!
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His gun is on the counter and he eyes it momentarily before looking over at the young woman yelling at him. ] S'it look like? Makin' breakfast.
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You actually can digest that?
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Yeah. Got a problem?
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Yes. The smell is terrible. [Sighs and puts her hands on her hips] What kind of person eats burned food anyways?
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[ He sighs. ] Will you relax if I go 'head an' make some unburnt ones too?
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You don't need to. I was having breakfast on my floor before the smell got to me.
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Although I have the impression that you have been trying to find a way out?
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Well, theory-making helps one assess the situation and find ways to make a better plan.
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Only helps if y'do somethin' with it. [ He grinds out his cigarette in the sink, then tosses the butt in the garbage disposal. ] Seen a lot of thinkin', not a lot of doin'.
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[She figured there would be no need to bring it up right now.]
Wish you luck then. I'm trying to figure out this city through other means. It'll involve some thinking unfortunately.
Since we're living in the same house, we should give our names shouldn't we? I'm Amelia.
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S'what you're good at, then by all means. M'more of a doer than a thinker, yeah? [ He grabbed a fork and started to section off some of his pancakes, mopping up plenty of syrup with his piece. ]
Ladon Ceto. [ Munch~ Mmm, maple-y charcoal. ]
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Ladon it is.
I must say, you're probably going to be the only one I know who can eat burnt food so normally.
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