At home {Closed}
Sands stands at the oven in his flowered, pink, robe. It's a nice one, really. Silk and goes to his calves. The sleeves are full and rolled up so as not to catch on fire. He took it from Elise and has so far refused to give it back claiming it's far too big for her anyway. The combat boots and dog tags he wears with it gives him that nice Clinger look from M*A*S*H.
He's cooking scrambled eggs for himself and El. Scrambled because he can never see if he broke the yolk or not so he might as well make the kind where it doesn't matter. The cigarette dangling form his mouth threatens to ash into the food, but Sands has avoided it so far just from practice.
He's cooking scrambled eggs for himself and El. Scrambled because he can never see if he broke the yolk or not so he might as well make the kind where it doesn't matter. The cigarette dangling form his mouth threatens to ash into the food, but Sands has avoided it so far just from practice.