Kitchen Raid: Former! [Closed]
Characters: Mello (minibars) & Aragaki Shinjiro (adiosasshole)
Content: The new cabin boy makes friends with the kitchen while the cook is away. :D
Setting: The Silvana kitchens
Time: Sometime before Jan. 10, with apologies for massive delay in getting this up. orz
Warnings: Chocolate addict on the loose. Angry cooks. General carnage of some sort. ♥
He hadn't been on the ship very long at all, but Mello, being a Mello, being hopped up on chocolate and perpetual lack of sleep and brand-new-Kill-'Em-All-Airship smell, had taken advantage of the liftoff storm of activity and his eternal inner jitterbug to explore every nook and cranny of the Silvana that he could conceivably reach in that time without getting run over by equipment or trampled.
As a result, he knew a fair few faces firsthand, more than a handful of names, and the overall layout of the place like the back of his hand even if he still wasn't completely sure what some of those rooms had been for--the Silvana was a mystery ship, indeed; nobody'd even been able to provide him with blueprints, and they didn't seem very forthcoming with maps even for crewmembers.
Well, the thirteen-year-old mused, he was self-sufficient enough to survive in the Badlands, this was going to be a cakewalk.
At present he'd insinuated himself into the kitchens after some time spent peeking in on the oddball cook and his routine, evaluating the best time to go raiding; it was a mission more for the passing challenge and the fact that the kitchen was on the way down to the engines (there were rumors, on the ship and probably off it, and he'd wanted to see for himself), but the fact remained that a Mello was a being that needed chocolate, and the measly stash of the really good stuff from Wammy's stores had been steadily running on empty for a while now.
Crammed halfway into a kitchen cabinet, leaving everything displaced very slightly behind him (raiding without truly moving anything very far was one of his specialties, although he was too impatient to be as careful as the precaution warranted)--as though a very small whirlwind had snaked along the counters and across the floor and left everything a few inches to either side--Mello gnawed at his lip in frustration and wondered whether he should start relying on his nose. This place was organized, but according to some system that he wasn't in the mood to be worrying at--damn it, he just wanted some chocolate!
Content: The new cabin boy makes friends with the kitchen while the cook is away. :D
Setting: The Silvana kitchens
Time: Sometime before Jan. 10, with apologies for massive delay in getting this up. orz
Warnings: Chocolate addict on the loose. Angry cooks. General carnage of some sort. ♥
He hadn't been on the ship very long at all, but Mello, being a Mello, being hopped up on chocolate and perpetual lack of sleep and brand-new-Kill-'Em-All-Airship smell, had taken advantage of the liftoff storm of activity and his eternal inner jitterbug to explore every nook and cranny of the Silvana that he could conceivably reach in that time without getting run over by equipment or trampled.
As a result, he knew a fair few faces firsthand, more than a handful of names, and the overall layout of the place like the back of his hand even if he still wasn't completely sure what some of those rooms had been for--the Silvana was a mystery ship, indeed; nobody'd even been able to provide him with blueprints, and they didn't seem very forthcoming with maps even for crewmembers.
Well, the thirteen-year-old mused, he was self-sufficient enough to survive in the Badlands, this was going to be a cakewalk.
At present he'd insinuated himself into the kitchens after some time spent peeking in on the oddball cook and his routine, evaluating the best time to go raiding; it was a mission more for the passing challenge and the fact that the kitchen was on the way down to the engines (there were rumors, on the ship and probably off it, and he'd wanted to see for himself), but the fact remained that a Mello was a being that needed chocolate, and the measly stash of the really good stuff from Wammy's stores had been steadily running on empty for a while now.
Crammed halfway into a kitchen cabinet, leaving everything displaced very slightly behind him (raiding without truly moving anything very far was one of his specialties, although he was too impatient to be as careful as the precaution warranted)--as though a very small whirlwind had snaked along the counters and across the floor and left everything a few inches to either side--Mello gnawed at his lip in frustration and wondered whether he should start relying on his nose. This place was organized, but according to some system that he wasn't in the mood to be worrying at--damn it, he just wanted some chocolate!