|| Second night of Silence [voice] ||
[ He is so busy tapping a wooden spoon against the kitchen table top whilst staring out of the window, he doesn't realise that the communicator is on.... or that the pan beside him is hissing. He is wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, with a stupid looking apron on which he clearly detests, and has dark rims under his eyes where he hadn't slept. But he didn't really care, because apparently staring off into space was occupying his time. ]
....
Sssssssss.
[ The pan spits oil at him, and snapping out of it he realises that there is smoke and that the pancakes he was attempting to cook are on fire. ]
Shit!!
[ He dives for the sink and rapidly gains a pot of water, which he dumps on the pan-- resulting in him standing there, coughing in the black smoke, with his clothes soaked and clinging to him, and no breakfast. The smoke alarm begins wailing. ]
T-This morning... [ He huffs to himself, nearly sneezing. ] Is /not/ cool.
....
Sssssssss.
[ The pan spits oil at him, and snapping out of it he realises that there is smoke and that the pancakes he was attempting to cook are on fire. ]
Shit!!
[ He dives for the sink and rapidly gains a pot of water, which he dumps on the pan-- resulting in him standing there, coughing in the black smoke, with his clothes soaked and clinging to him, and no breakfast. The smoke alarm begins wailing. ]
T-This morning... [ He huffs to himself, nearly sneezing. ] Is /not/ cool.