ding-a-ling-a-ling it's lunch time!
Characters: Adrian Andrews, Seras Victoria
Content: Two flailing crewmates on the worlds most perfect ship. It's feeding time between a vampire and a chef, what could possibly go wrong?
Setting: Seras's room.
Time: Shortly after Seras posts on the network, lunchtime maybe?
Warnings: None so far, possibly awkward situations but who doesn't enjoy that? :>
Sighing as she hefted up a tray of two mugs of hot tea and a small plate of chicken salad with a bit of leftover steak she heated, she made her way out of the kitchen, carefully bumping the kitchen doors open with the twist of her hip. Hopefully this room service thing wasn't going to be a habit, she had enough of a hard time as it was trying to feed the crew in the kitchen hall, let alone trying the feat of serving each and every one of them individually.
But still. The few times that she ended up delivering food to anyone was usually for a good occasion, and Seras Victoria certainly didn't sound well enough to move up and about, right?
Treading carefully down the wood planks, she sniffed and shifted her arm, tightening the grip of a small novel tucked under it as she carefully stepped over a misplaced crate. Luckily the room wasn't too far from here--at least, if she remembered the directions right..
She finally arrived at her destination and paused before tapping the door in front of her with the tip of her shoe. She was in no position right now to lift her hand and knock so she cleared her voice for good measure and spoke out.
"Miss Victoria? It's me, Adrian Andrews!"
Content: Two flailing crewmates on the worlds most perfect ship. It's feeding time between a vampire and a chef, what could possibly go wrong?
Setting: Seras's room.
Time: Shortly after Seras posts on the network, lunchtime maybe?
Warnings: None so far, possibly awkward situations but who doesn't enjoy that? :>
Sighing as she hefted up a tray of two mugs of hot tea and a small plate of chicken salad with a bit of leftover steak she heated, she made her way out of the kitchen, carefully bumping the kitchen doors open with the twist of her hip. Hopefully this room service thing wasn't going to be a habit, she had enough of a hard time as it was trying to feed the crew in the kitchen hall, let alone trying the feat of serving each and every one of them individually.
But still. The few times that she ended up delivering food to anyone was usually for a good occasion, and Seras Victoria certainly didn't sound well enough to move up and about, right?
Treading carefully down the wood planks, she sniffed and shifted her arm, tightening the grip of a small novel tucked under it as she carefully stepped over a misplaced crate. Luckily the room wasn't too far from here--at least, if she remembered the directions right..
She finally arrived at her destination and paused before tapping the door in front of her with the tip of her shoe. She was in no position right now to lift her hand and knock so she cleared her voice for good measure and spoke out.
"Miss Victoria? It's me, Adrian Andrews!"