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Post by Vergil Valentine on May 16, 2013 9:16:44 GMT -5
The food that sat before the tiny animal smelled delicious. From this vantage point the shifter could see everything that Preston was doing. The man was very skilled in the art of cooking. Vergil’s ears could hear the pancake sizzle as it sat on the stove. The more it cooked the more of its lovely aroma filled the air. Luckily, he wasn’t in the form of a dog or else he would be getting drool all over the floor. Needless to say, that would be one mess Preston wouldn’t want to clean up. Vergil looked on. His tiny little heart began to beat rapidly in anticipation. The squirrel couldn’t wait to dig his teeth into the nice, tasty pancake that sat sizzling before him. Vergil’s tail began to flick excitement. He could barely contain himself. The little beast was happy. Vergil was finally getting a nice home cooked meal that didn’t consist of cat or dog food.
Vergil’s fluffy head nodded rapidly when Preston asked if it smelled good. “Yeah, it smells amazing!” He added as his front claws gripped Preston’s shirt. The human began to move, and Vergil didn’t want to fall off. Preston flipped the newly cooked pancake onto a dinner place. Vergil was tempted to hop off his shoulder and start digging in but the damn thing would surely be hot. The last thing he wanted to do was burn himself. Vergil slowly turned to see Preston’s hand coming towards him. The little squirrel tensed up, closing his eyes as if waiting to be pushed off. The kind, gentle hand didn’t do such a thing. Instead human’s index finger began to gently stroke between his ears. Vergil’s fluffy frame began to relax. He should have known better. Preston would never hurt him. A happy little chatter streamed from the small animal’s throat.
Soon after Preston spoke of the stack of pancakes he was going to make. He told the shifter he could wait until he was done, or start digging in now. “…S-stack?” Vergil’s beady black eyes widened with wonderment. He then looked over to the table as Preston motioned to the maple syrup. Sitting there was an interesting looking bottle. Its contents were unknown to him. However, Vergil guessed it went along with the pancakes. He then looked back at his keeper and said. “There is going to be a whole stack of them!?” Sheer excitement had filled his tone. “I-I wanna’ wait for the whole stack! Give me a lot! I will eat it all, I promise!” The little beast said before he jumped off the man’s shoulder and landed on the counter. The shifter’s claws clicked against the hard counter as he landed. He strolled over to the side and sat next to the stove and looked up at Preston. Vergil wanted to get a front row seat to watch Preston cook. “You should teach me how to cook. One day I want to be as good as you!”
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 17:45:24 GMT -5
Preston couldn’t hold back his laughter as Vergil continued to commend the human’s cooking; he really was not as fantastic as the shifter made him out to be. He worked at a diner but he was a waiter, not a cook and those places were not five-star restaurant grade food. Although, Preston was always curious how the world would be behind the stove and not out in the serving floor because the customers made him panic, especially when they stared at him with those critical stares. As he adjusted the next pancake he allowed the delectable aroma overwhelm his senses and he closed his passionate azure eyes in pleasure as he whiffed up the warm bread-like smell. “Vergil, I’m really not that amazing, I am sure that you can get better food downtown. Which by the way...” He contemplated the image in his head: Vergil trying to figure out a place like the Maddox because that was a whole new world for even Preston, even though as a child, places like that were regular spots they ate at.
“If you want I can sometime Vergil!” Preston just couldn’t disappoint Vergil so he would just allow this pointless excitement to continue because it was rubbing onto Preston, who grinned wide, no longer plagued by his tired half smile. He then glanced to the corner over the little squirrel’s tiny form, gazing straight to his elegant guitar. “I have plenty of things I can teach you. Reading, cooking, and the guitar before I...” He stopped short, not allowing himself to finish his sentence. Was he about to say it aloud?! He hadn’t thought of such a gruesome thing in some long and it had just exploded from his lips, causing a shiver of depression to overtake him. He almost said it, “before I disappeared.” These thoughts had not afflicted him since leaving rehab and beginning his sessions with his doctor, Dusan Kadic. These sudden images worried him greatly and the flipping device in his grip trembled, his azure eyes frightened by his inner most thoughts.
“Before I lose you. I’m sure you won’t want to stay here forever.” He saved himself as best as he could, although he feared that he wasn’t fast enough especially since the shifter probably read him faster than he could erase the emotions. Goddamn it... I need to see Dr. Kadic tomorrow and tell him about this. I thought I had made some progress. He was so humiliated by his pathetic self, it disgusted him!
“Almost done!” He placed the next pancake and poured another liquid circle into the skillet.
ooc: bleh post... argh
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