2nd lesson [Open commentlog]

[shackledpuppy]

[It's been a week, and Danny still hasn't eaten.  Usually someone comes by to feed him by now, and he's loathe to leave his room (is this his room?) without being given an order.  Still, even he has his limits, and his stomach is cramping painfully

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[thenotmagician]

[As much as Zeke would gladly share the Sergei's kitchen with anyone, finding a strange, dirty man digging around his fridge and stuffing his face with whatever isn't very pleasant.

That's kind of rude, too. He can't cook with contaminated food, you know]

Oi! The heck're you doin?

[shackledpuppy]

[Danny almost jumps out of his skin, dropping the pan of leftover lasagna and stumbling back guiltily.

Sorry sorry he was just hungry. D:]

[thenotmagician]

Oi, now you've gone and made a mess.

[Fffff

Zeke rubs the side of his face]

Alright. Didn't mean ta startle ya. Y'just don't go into the fridge and gorge yourself. Y'got me?

[shackledpuppy]

[Okay. Initiative was a bad thing. He should have known, should have waited for someone to come bring him food, obviously that's what would have happened and stupid him gave in to biological urges. Bart always told him he was an animal for letting his body control him so much.

Eyes fearful, he quickly picks up the pieces of food that had slopped onto the floor and puts them back in the pan, then sets it in the fridge and closes the door. There, all better! D:]

[thenotmagician]

[...Wat.

Zeke sort of just. Stares at Danny. This guy obviously isn't right in the head or something. He sighs]

...Right. You go stand over there. I'll make ya a sandwich or something.

[He points to another part of the kitchen]

[shackledpuppy]

[Wordlessly, Danny gets to his feet and walks with stiff, tense movements over to where Zeke pointed. He keeps his head low, and just stands there awkwardly, waiting.]

[thenotmagician]

[Good.

Zeke turns to the fridge, eying the lasagna that he's going to need to throw out now (he wanted to eat that D8) and pulls out all the delicious things for a sandwich!

Which he makes as quickly as possible. When he's done, he sets it on a plate and hands it over to Danny]

Here ya go. Now go out there and eat it at a table or somethin'. Stick the plate in the sink when you're done, alright?

[shackledpuppy]

[Danny takes the plate and kind of stares at it awkwardly for a moment, then at Zeke.

He's not ... really sure what this is, but okay. He carries it "out there", then stands by a table and crams half of the sandwich into his mouth at once, as if it might be taken away from him at any moment.]