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nebulochaotic2020-02-25 01:01 am
fuckthisshit) wrote in nebulochaotic2020-02-25 01:01 am
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WHO: Alyssa Foley and Diego Hargreeves
WHAT: Apartment Life: When people stop being impolite and start getting real.
WHEN: Tuesday, February 25, 2020
WHERE: Apartment 203
WARNINGS: Definite cursing, possible talk of death
She used to love to fucking eat. Sweet, savory, it didn't matter. Her dad always said she had a healthy appetite, at least until he'd fucked off. Her mum used to watch her stuff her face, a strange look of deep envy and disgust on her face. It was probably a good thing she had a good metabolism or else she probably would be massive. But since she'd gotten here, everything had tasted bland and unappealing. At first she thought it was just because the diner she worked at was shit, but even when she tried to cook things herself, they never came out right. She wasn't fucking Ramsey but she had been decent before. Not as good as James, maybe, but passable.
The first time she'd tried to cook, she'd made an absolute mess of the kitchen and then thrown it all in the trash in frustration. Maybe everything tasting like shit was a super power that she wasn't registered for. Maybe she could get another bit of money out of it. Buy something massive and stupid. It's a while before she tries again. This time buying the best ingredients possible and taking her time to make her mum's Chicken Tikki Marsala.
It smells good. It looks good. But she still feels zero anticipation as she piles it on her plate. She sits down at the small table, picks up her fork and takes a bite.
She sighs, dropping her fork with a clank on her plate. "Shit."
WHAT: Apartment Life: When people stop being impolite and start getting real.
WHEN: Tuesday, February 25, 2020
WHERE: Apartment 203
WARNINGS: Definite cursing, possible talk of death
She used to love to fucking eat. Sweet, savory, it didn't matter. Her dad always said she had a healthy appetite, at least until he'd fucked off. Her mum used to watch her stuff her face, a strange look of deep envy and disgust on her face. It was probably a good thing she had a good metabolism or else she probably would be massive. But since she'd gotten here, everything had tasted bland and unappealing. At first she thought it was just because the diner she worked at was shit, but even when she tried to cook things herself, they never came out right. She wasn't fucking Ramsey but she had been decent before. Not as good as James, maybe, but passable.
The first time she'd tried to cook, she'd made an absolute mess of the kitchen and then thrown it all in the trash in frustration. Maybe everything tasting like shit was a super power that she wasn't registered for. Maybe she could get another bit of money out of it. Buy something massive and stupid. It's a while before she tries again. This time buying the best ingredients possible and taking her time to make her mum's Chicken Tikki Marsala.
It smells good. It looks good. But she still feels zero anticipation as she piles it on her plate. She sits down at the small table, picks up her fork and takes a bite.
She sighs, dropping her fork with a clank on her plate. "Shit."