Gremlin Day [Locked]
Sep. 30th, 2024 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gorobo [Locked to @lilcomputer]
Today has certainly been... a day.
Falcon groans as he tosses his pan, finally giving up on cleaning it- he doesn't even eat, so it's whatever. Both his face and mesh are covered in blackened soot, and his kitchen looks... well, passable now, considering how much he already cleaned up, but he'll have to clean himself later, too.
Listen, when Futaba told him she wanted to cook, that was fine. He could supervise, and she could make something she liked, and it would be great. He doesn't mind watching her while Phoenix is gone, really. She's a good kid, for the most part. How was he supposed to know she'd blow up his kitchen? Here he though making food was just a matter of following the right steps, but whatever is left of the supposed pancakes (groan) are nothing more than sad piles of black dust.
Actually- hadn't he asked her to throw those out? Where the hell is she?
"Futaba-chan?" he calls out, but gets no answer. He doesn't find her in any of the rooms, and sure, she likes wandering around by herself, but he asked her to please tell him when she goes out-
There's a thump from above. He perks up, and listens closer.
Another thump.
Wait a fucking minute-
He rushes outside, and indeed-
"Futaba-chan! What are you doing on the roof?!" he yells, exasperation in his voice. "Get down from there!"
Today has certainly been... a day.
Falcon groans as he tosses his pan, finally giving up on cleaning it- he doesn't even eat, so it's whatever. Both his face and mesh are covered in blackened soot, and his kitchen looks... well, passable now, considering how much he already cleaned up, but he'll have to clean himself later, too.
Listen, when Futaba told him she wanted to cook, that was fine. He could supervise, and she could make something she liked, and it would be great. He doesn't mind watching her while Phoenix is gone, really. She's a good kid, for the most part. How was he supposed to know she'd blow up his kitchen? Here he though making food was just a matter of following the right steps, but whatever is left of the supposed pancakes (groan) are nothing more than sad piles of black dust.
Actually- hadn't he asked her to throw those out? Where the hell is she?
"Futaba-chan?" he calls out, but gets no answer. He doesn't find her in any of the rooms, and sure, she likes wandering around by herself, but he asked her to please tell him when she goes out-
There's a thump from above. He perks up, and listens closer.
Another thump.
Wait a fucking minute-
He rushes outside, and indeed-
"Futaba-chan! What are you doing on the roof?!" he yells, exasperation in his voice. "Get down from there!"
