Dick Grayson (dickgayson) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-11 18:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, clint barton, dick grayson |
WHO: Dick Grayson and Clint Barton
WHAT: Two circus guys walk into a bar kitchen...
WHEN: Monday, Noonish
WHERE: The Kitchen
STATUS: In-Progress, Closed.
WARNINGS: Meh.
In the week or so he had been here, it had become Dick's sole goal in life to try every single kind of cereal the kitchen had to offer. Normally he kept three or four favorites in the cabinet at home, next to his protein powder and coffee. But this? This was glorious. This was like having an entire cereal aisle at his fingertips whenever he needed it, plus three kinds of milk-alternatives. Whatever evil genius had designed this trap had done a really good job. He'd made it through most of the standards: Corn Flakes, Raisin Bran, Honey-Nut Cheerios, Fruity Pebbles, Froot Loops, Lucky Charms. He wasn't much of a Lucky Charms guy, but they were there. And he was currently sitting on one of the counters with a bowl of Oops! All Berries Cap'n Crunch. This was a little more his style. Not too sugary, good crunch ratio, pleasantly artificial flavor. Eventually, he'd dig into the really interesting stuff like Unicorn Froot Loops and Cookie Crisp, but he wanted to have a good baseline before he started in on the stuff that was more sugar than substance. Dick paused with the bowl halfway up to his mouth, ready to slurp down some of the pink milk at the bottom of the bowl when he heard the kitchen door swing open and then shut again. He leaned to the side and craned his head around to see who it was and, satisfied that he wasn't bothering anyone, went right back to his bowl. He drained it, hopped down off the counter, and called out a "Hey man, I'll be out of your hair real quick, lemme just wash this bowl." He knew he didn't have to wash the bowl. Apparently, there were ghosts or something to do that, but Alfred didn't raise no slob. |