Vivian "Ice" Whitcove (as_cold_as_ice) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-05 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 097, ice, levi |
Who: Ice, Levi
When: later morning
Where: Kitchen
It was going to be a sad day when someone got moved into her dance room. So far, so good though, and after her usual morning routine of dancing, showering, and dressing, Ice made her way downstairs. She still lacked inclination to be social, but she also realized she wasn't going to get lucky every time and have the kitchen be empty when she went down for breakfast. With her legs clad in snug black jeans, her feet in canvas sneakers, and a red sweater topping it off, Ice trotted down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen. While there was evidence someone - or several someones - had been present, it was currently empty. Given that she could hear people in other parts of the house, she didn't imagine that would last for long. It was what it was; the hazards of being thrust into a group living environment against her will. Moving to the fridge, she first poured herself a glass of juice before she set about perusing the cabinets as she tried to decide what she wanted. Bacon, maybe. Toast. Some jam. She thought about eggs but opted against them and after starting the toast, gathered a pan and pulled the bacon out of the fridge. Setting the pan on the stove, she first laid out the strips of bacon before turning on the heat. It might be a few strips more than she was currently interested in, but she was sure someone else would have it if she wasn't interested in it. She also figured if someone did wander in, she should put on her polite face and ask if they wanted her to make some for them too. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the counter and sipped at her juice while she waited for her breakfast to cook. |