[Alucard brings the meat hammer down on not the piece of pork he was intending to flatten, but his hand. It hurts, but in the way most kitchen injuries always hurt: it's the pain of doing something stupid rather than the injury itself. All the same, Alucard shakes out his hand once or twice before he returns to working at the meat.
He's tired. He just got home from a twelve hour shift in the pediatric ward and he's tired. Most nights this week he's gone right to bed after getting home. But he hasn't seen Trevor or Sypha for a week, and he doesn't know what they've been eating. Trevor's cooking game is better than Sypha's, but...
...he misses it. The luxury of just cooking for them. Making something for them. And so Alucard finishes pounding at the meat, and then walks over to the fridge.]
Dinner date
[Alucard brings the meat hammer down on not the piece of pork he was intending to flatten, but his hand. It hurts, but in the way most kitchen injuries always hurt: it's the pain of doing something stupid rather than the injury itself. All the same, Alucard shakes out his hand once or twice before he returns to working at the meat.
He's tired. He just got home from a twelve hour shift in the pediatric ward and he's tired. Most nights this week he's gone right to bed after getting home. But he hasn't seen Trevor or Sypha for a week, and he doesn't know what they've been eating. Trevor's cooking game is better than Sypha's, but...
...he misses it. The luxury of just cooking for them. Making something for them. And so Alucard finishes pounding at the meat, and then walks over to the fridge.]
---Onions, onions, where are the onions.....