I can smell curry cookin', somewhere [Active/OPEN]
Who: Klavier Gavin, OPEN.
Where: Kitchen.
When: Mid Day 02
What: Klavier is very tired. But he cooks!
Warnings: None yet.
Klavier stood over the stove, staring down at the pork frying in the pan. He pushed the schnitzel wordlessly with the spatula, watching it sizzle--too tired to think, he had dedicated all of his remaining focus to the task of making something edible that didn't come out of a can. A meagre task, maybe, but one that--was it only weeks ago?--he had taken pride in his ability to do; now he felt numbed to it, and the tantalising aroma was less effective than it had ever been in his entire life. The skill had been a vanity to begin with; practical, but almost useless to someone of his schedule. And now...
Raw meat...
Maybe that had something to do with it.
Silently, he flipped it over, then turned his attention to the potatoes.
Where: Kitchen.
When: Mid Day 02
What: Klavier is very tired. But he cooks!
Warnings: None yet.
Klavier stood over the stove, staring down at the pork frying in the pan. He pushed the schnitzel wordlessly with the spatula, watching it sizzle--too tired to think, he had dedicated all of his remaining focus to the task of making something edible that didn't come out of a can. A meagre task, maybe, but one that--was it only weeks ago?--he had taken pride in his ability to do; now he felt numbed to it, and the tantalising aroma was less effective than it had ever been in his entire life. The skill had been a vanity to begin with; practical, but almost useless to someone of his schedule. And now...
Raw meat...
Maybe that had something to do with it.
Silently, he flipped it over, then turned his attention to the potatoes.