[Open] New kitchen...not like mine at home *le sigh*
Characters: Francis Bonnefoy, and ANYONE
Content: Francis has just boarded the Ametris, time to check out the kitchen!
Setting: The Ametris kitchen.
Time: Just after Francis arrives, I would say about 9:30 Am-ish.
Warnings: Um...Francis Bonnefoy...he's a warning all on his own, oui?
It would obviously be to early for Francis to be perfectly fine and himself already, considering it was only yesterday that the woman he considered a second mother had passed away…But Francis already made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t dwell on it, or at least wouldn’t shed anymore tears over the matter.
So like he’d been doing for years to avoid thinking of his parents death -well, murder really- he went into the kitchen, but this time using this distraction to avoid thinking about Claudie.
Swinging open the kitchen door, Francis peaks his head in, silently.
He didn’t see anyone at the time, but it was a rather large kitchen considering how much food would have to be made in it and the vast amount.
Large but yet…”Not like mine was at home…” Francis mutters quietly as he walks in, examining every nook and cranny of the place as he does, “I wonder if they would get angry if I were to …eh ‘redesign’ a bit..” He says to himself with a small smile, his alluring accent carrying his words along in a way that made them sound like extremely smooth silk slowly flowing out of him, if silk did, in fact, make a sound.
Oddly enough, just being in a kitchen -any kitchen- made Francis feel better than he had before he had entered it. Why? Who really knows? Surely, if Francis were to think about it, he could probably come up with a conclusion on why they do this to him…but he hasn’t really thought about it, though the reason floats in the back of his mind.
Francis pulls his flowing blonde hair up into a ponytail with a light blue hair band he always keeps around his wrist. Some of the front section of the hair still frames his face, however, since it is considerably shorter than it is in the back, it’s harder to keep it back in a ponytail. Habitually, Francis pulls his hair back when he’s either about to start cooking, working, or…yeah, lets leave the other reasons alone for now.
He walks around the kitchen, still looking around at everything, but he soon starts opening draws and cabinets to learn where everything is.
Francis likes to know exactly where everything is in a kitchen, so this process of looking around takes quiet sometime and before he knows it, its 11:00 and about time for the other cooks to be coming in to prepare lunch.
Content: Francis has just boarded the Ametris, time to check out the kitchen!
Setting: The Ametris kitchen.
Time: Just after Francis arrives, I would say about 9:30 Am-ish.
Warnings: Um...Francis Bonnefoy...he's a warning all on his own, oui?
It would obviously be to early for Francis to be perfectly fine and himself already, considering it was only yesterday that the woman he considered a second mother had passed away…But Francis already made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t dwell on it, or at least wouldn’t shed anymore tears over the matter.
So like he’d been doing for years to avoid thinking of his parents death -well, murder really- he went into the kitchen, but this time using this distraction to avoid thinking about Claudie.
Swinging open the kitchen door, Francis peaks his head in, silently.
He didn’t see anyone at the time, but it was a rather large kitchen considering how much food would have to be made in it and the vast amount.
Large but yet…”Not like mine was at home…” Francis mutters quietly as he walks in, examining every nook and cranny of the place as he does, “I wonder if they would get angry if I were to …eh ‘redesign’ a bit..” He says to himself with a small smile, his alluring accent carrying his words along in a way that made them sound like extremely smooth silk slowly flowing out of him, if silk did, in fact, make a sound.
Oddly enough, just being in a kitchen -any kitchen- made Francis feel better than he had before he had entered it. Why? Who really knows? Surely, if Francis were to think about it, he could probably come up with a conclusion on why they do this to him…but he hasn’t really thought about it, though the reason floats in the back of his mind.
Francis pulls his flowing blonde hair up into a ponytail with a light blue hair band he always keeps around his wrist. Some of the front section of the hair still frames his face, however, since it is considerably shorter than it is in the back, it’s harder to keep it back in a ponytail. Habitually, Francis pulls his hair back when he’s either about to start cooking, working, or…yeah, lets leave the other reasons alone for now.
He walks around the kitchen, still looking around at everything, but he soon starts opening draws and cabinets to learn where everything is.
Francis likes to know exactly where everything is in a kitchen, so this process of looking around takes quiet sometime and before he knows it, its 11:00 and about time for the other cooks to be coming in to prepare lunch.