... yeah, screw it.

[taennyn]

I'm burning a ridiculous number of CDs to fill the last order for today, so have some time on my hands.

Spark me, people!

I make no promises as to what you'll get in response. :)

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Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[taennyn]

Belatedly noticing that he was kind of hungry--a check of the clock said it'd been a good six hours since he'd last had anything with caloric content--Samuil did a save-as and went prowling for the remains of lunches past.

The pantry was empty, unless he counted sugar packets, which he didn't, but the fridge rendered a bruised peach (organic by the depth of fuzz on the skin) and a tupperware container of fried chicken. Cold, the breading had gone a bit soggy, but it wasn't nearly old enough to have picked up strange flavours or textures, so he ate it over the sink, shedding bits of crust, and had the peach for a follow-up.

The peach was messier by far than the chicken, and he washed the tupperware, threw away the pit, and scrubbed his hands and chin before going back to work.

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[klgaffney]

rawr. hungry now. want FUD.

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[billradish]

Ah, the flatline face of "Why isn't your fridge better stocked than that? Here, have more food."

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[darthneko]

ahhaha... oh yeah, know THAT feeling. The "is it in the fridge? Is it not growing suspicious things? okay then!" comes through rather well.