Fourth Floor Common Room; Early Tuesday Evening.
A.J. was, of course, feeling creative tonight, and restless, but most of all, he was feeling hungry. He wasn't all that great or inventive with food as he was art, mostly because he actually had to put food in his body (and he shuns your arguments regarding paint fumes).
He did make a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich, though, so he was making some of those and hoping maybe others might drop in and appriciate his meager offerings, even if they were....really meager. And, if no one did show up....well, grilled cheese sandwiches was a sculpting medium he hadn't worked from yet, and to hell with anyone's views on playing with food.
There was also a ridiculously large bowl (that he painted, of course) full to the brim with M&Ms. He liked the or-range.
[[ so very, very open ]]
He did make a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich, though, so he was making some of those and hoping maybe others might drop in and appriciate his meager offerings, even if they were....really meager. And, if no one did show up....well, grilled cheese sandwiches was a sculpting medium he hadn't worked from yet, and to hell with anyone's views on playing with food.
There was also a ridiculously large bowl (that he painted, of course) full to the brim with M&Ms. He liked the or-range.
[[ so very, very open ]]