Night 48: Kitchen
[from here]
The kitchen was pitch-dark save for their flashlights; no lingering light from the Sun Room's windows made it in here. Taura did a quick swing, and headed for the sink. The water turned on, clean and fresh, so she rinsed off her claws and went looking for a towel.
Pans, more pans, and then finally a package of sponges. That'd do well enough. She pulled one out and started drying. Each time she slid it down a blade it became less square and more like a floppy mop-end -- those blades were sharp.
"See anything you like," she drawled, motioning towards the open cabinet of pots and pans with a slow flick of her hand that could go all sorts of ways. First priority was safety, always, but it didn't mean she couldn't be friendly about it.
The kitchen was pitch-dark save for their flashlights; no lingering light from the Sun Room's windows made it in here. Taura did a quick swing, and headed for the sink. The water turned on, clean and fresh, so she rinsed off her claws and went looking for a towel.
Pans, more pans, and then finally a package of sponges. That'd do well enough. She pulled one out and started drying. Each time she slid it down a blade it became less square and more like a floppy mop-end -- those blades were sharp.
"See anything you like," she drawled, motioning towards the open cabinet of pots and pans with a slow flick of her hand that could go all sorts of ways. First priority was safety, always, but it didn't mean she couldn't be friendly about it.