( well that's — gross. her eyebrows knit together, imagining something close to the pulsing, fleshy webs some monsters make with their bodies, trying to forget the memory scent that curls up her nose. if hyunsu won't compliment this place, eunyu can at least offer it this: it's tidy, with running water and actual cooked meals. it feels like forever since she ate something not from a can. )
Are you being vague on purpose? That didn't tell me anything.
( she rolls her eyes. speaking of. their lazy wandering leads them into the kitchen, which is all just as well, because eunyu needs to repack her supplies after losing them to the manor's wards. inside, she finds a backpack one of the workers must've left near the door, turning it over to empty out on the floor, lazily picking through the spilled contents before picking a few pens and 5 hour energy bottles, before tossing the bag at hyunsu. )
Hold that.
( while she goes through the massive kitchen and tosses out a bunch of things she wants — easy meals, dozens of poptarts, packaged things with easy instructions — to store away. eventually she gets to the fridge, and sees some leftovers that'll probably be food for the horses in the morning, because she can't imagine anyone in this place actually using a microwave. she fingers back the plastic wrap, eyeing the container before pulling it out, setting it on one of the work benches.
forks are collected from somewhere. she holds one out. ) Hungry? It's salmon, I think.
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Are you being vague on purpose? That didn't tell me anything.
( she rolls her eyes. speaking of. their lazy wandering leads them into the kitchen, which is all just as well, because eunyu needs to repack her supplies after losing them to the manor's wards. inside, she finds a backpack one of the workers must've left near the door, turning it over to empty out on the floor, lazily picking through the spilled contents before picking a few pens and 5 hour energy bottles, before tossing the bag at hyunsu. )
Hold that.
( while she goes through the massive kitchen and tosses out a bunch of things she wants — easy meals, dozens of poptarts, packaged things with easy instructions — to store away. eventually she gets to the fridge, and sees some leftovers that'll probably be food for the horses in the morning, because she can't imagine anyone in this place actually using a microwave. she fingers back the plastic wrap, eyeing the container before pulling it out, setting it on one of the work benches.
forks are collected from somewhere. she holds one out. ) Hungry? It's salmon, I think.