Characters: Alfons Heiderich, anyone else Setting: Blue Kitchen Time: Day 009 Summary: Alfons, still getting used to his new body, sits in the kitchen to reflect. Warnings: It's Alfons. XD Meaning: None! <3
So far he had been doing nothing but eating, it seemed. The demon within him was keeping him shackled to this kitchen and the other, always in need of meat. He should find a proper holding container and carry a good amount of meat with him. It was likely the only way to explore this place without Vayu going berserk.
He entered the kitchen, pausing at the sight of the young man with his head on the counter. Injured? He was still standing...
Alfons, truly, wasn't used to his new senses. So focused was he on his own thoughts, that when the new scent suddenly came into perception range, he did nothing...
Until he heard that voice.
Then he simply let out a small sound of surprise, turning to the man with an almost clumsy jerk.
"A-Ah, yes! I'm sorry, I was simply..."
Smelling for someone
"...Thinking. I hope I didn't startle you."
And then Alfons smiled--a weary, perhaps disarming smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Gale seemed immune to the smile as he crossed the room to the refrigerator, taking out the meat he had set to defrost before he had set out for the kitchen on the other side of the house. Fully thawed now...he transferred it to a cutting board he set out on the counter (something about raw meat being unhealthy for humans, and shouldn't be put directly on any kitchen surface) and brought out his knife. "No. But that is a very awkward position to think in. It is best done while standing or seated, not bent over. It puts a distracting pressure on the spine."
He cut off a wide strip of meat and began eating it. ...such strange ties to this "kitchen" place. He felt as if he had used one before. The memory of fire-singed demon flesh came up when he glanced at the stove. Heat's demon used fire effectively, and it imparted a strange quality to the meat. Cooked, something in his mind told him. Maybe he should try it with this meat. Perhaps Vayu would derive more nutrition from it then.
From outside the kitchen, there is the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor, and it only gets louder as time passes. It seems that, whatever it is, it's being dragged closer and closer to the kitchen. After a moment, the door opens, to show a chair that is not being dragged, but rather pushed. And behind it, a rather small, vibrant haired child of two, a determined look on her face
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Response to both Gale and ChibiChibi, lolfind_shamballaMay 17 2009, 23:59:39 UTC
"Cooking?"
Alfons blinked, almost felt his heart clench at the sound of the word. That's right...he wasn't going to be able to do that anymore...at least, not for any sort of real nourishment. The only things he could use for any nutritional value were inside human veins--
Though he had to wonder, would blood taste good spiced? He didn't find it very appetizing when he first tried it...
"Yes, I know about it quite well." No need to go into why I'm in this position...though then again, it must be silly to see me standing like this... "When I was a boy, I used to cook often with my mother. Is there anything specific you'd like to
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So far he had been doing nothing but eating, it seemed. The demon within him was keeping him shackled to this kitchen and the other, always in need of meat. He should find a proper holding container and carry a good amount of meat with him. It was likely the only way to explore this place without Vayu going berserk.
He entered the kitchen, pausing at the sight of the young man with his head on the counter. Injured? He was still standing...
"Are you all right?"
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Until he heard that voice.
Then he simply let out a small sound of surprise, turning to the man with an almost clumsy jerk.
"A-Ah, yes! I'm sorry, I was simply..."
Smelling for someone
"...Thinking. I hope I didn't startle you."
And then Alfons smiled--a weary, perhaps disarming smile, but a smile nonetheless.
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He cut off a wide strip of meat and began eating it. ...such strange ties to this "kitchen" place. He felt as if he had used one before. The memory of fire-singed demon flesh came up when he glanced at the stove. Heat's demon used fire effectively, and it imparted a strange quality to the meat. Cooked, something in his mind told him. Maybe he should try it with this meat. Perhaps Vayu would derive more nutrition from it then.
"Do you know anything about... 'cooking'?"
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Alfons blinked, almost felt his heart clench at the sound of the word. That's right...he wasn't going to be able to do that anymore...at least, not for any sort of real nourishment. The only things he could use for any nutritional value were inside human veins--
Though he had to wonder, would blood taste good spiced? He didn't find it very appetizing when he first tried it...
"Yes, I know about it quite well." No need to go into why I'm in this position...though then again, it must be silly to see me standing like this... "When I was a boy, I used to cook often with my mother. Is there anything specific you'd like to ( ... )
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