His mind started to turn, but in the end it fell on its back.
Characters: Alfons Heiderich, anyone else
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 009
Summary: Alfons, still getting used to his new body, sits in the kitchen to reflect.
Warnings: It's Alfons. XD Meaning: None! <3
( Reflection is like a mirror... )
Alfons blinked, almost felt his heart clench at the sound of the word. That's right...he wasn't going to be able to do that anymore...at least, not for any sort of real nourishment. The only things he could use for any nutritional value were inside human veins--
Though he had to wonder, would blood taste good spiced? He didn't find it very appetizing when he first tried it...
"Yes, I know about it quite well." No need to go into why I'm in this position...though then again, it must be silly to see me standing like this... "When I was a boy, I used to cook often with my mother. Is there anything specific you'd like to--"
...!
A strange smell. What was that? It didn't smell like the man he was speaking to, the food, or anything else that he had already sensed here. It was...smaller. Sugar? It smelled sweet, if it was anything.
And then...
The door flew open. The culprit was a--
--
??
Chair?
There was a chair being pushed into the room. Alfons took a step back, blinking; it almost took five seconds to notice the little girl behind it, pink hair standing out almost comically in the kaleidoscope of realistic yellows, browns, and blues that seemed to be prevalent here.
She stared a moment, only a moment--
Only to push the chair again.
"Hey..." Alfons stepped forward, towards her, smiling. "Do you need something, Miss?"
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