BFL: The Movie: The Game [OPEN]
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki and [OPEN]
Content: Shinji goes back to work, and takes out his frustrations in the kitchen
Setting: The kitchen of the Silvana
Time: Lunchtime
Warnings: Cursing, possible chaos
There were noises coming from the Silvana's kitchen that perhaps would have made most wonder if it was still haunted. Clanks and clatters and bangs echoing off the steel walls and sounding all through the halls. Shinjiro had made his way back into his "lair" a few hours beforehand, and had been working non-stop since. There was still a limp to his steps, but his stride was stronger then it had been in weeks. One thing to be thankful about when it came to Castor: Regeneration.
Those that stepped inside said kitchen may have considered stepping right back out again. Shinjiro's brow was drawn, his mouth set in a narrow line. Cooking was what he used to relax for years now, even if it was normally hidden. He had been away too long. Already there were various wonderful smelling dishes set out, and he didn't look about to stop anytime soon. There was no rhyme or reason to the food being made, just whatever caught his fancy in that moment.
Content: Shinji goes back to work, and takes out his frustrations in the kitchen
Setting: The kitchen of the Silvana
Time: Lunchtime
Warnings: Cursing, possible chaos
There were noises coming from the Silvana's kitchen that perhaps would have made most wonder if it was still haunted. Clanks and clatters and bangs echoing off the steel walls and sounding all through the halls. Shinjiro had made his way back into his "lair" a few hours beforehand, and had been working non-stop since. There was still a limp to his steps, but his stride was stronger then it had been in weeks. One thing to be thankful about when it came to Castor: Regeneration.
Those that stepped inside said kitchen may have considered stepping right back out again. Shinjiro's brow was drawn, his mouth set in a narrow line. Cooking was what he used to relax for years now, even if it was normally hidden. He had been away too long. Already there were various wonderful smelling dishes set out, and he didn't look about to stop anytime soon. There was no rhyme or reason to the food being made, just whatever caught his fancy in that moment.