Who: Mollymauk and Peter Where: Kitchen When: 22nd May What: Molly is exploring Status: Open/Ongoing Warnings: TBD
So far, Molly's favourite room in the hotel was the kitchen. This was almost entirely because there was food there. Food that he had never tried before, food that he could eat and have it magically replaced (as far as he was aware) and that was great! Part of the tediousness of wandering around the world was having to find food, and food was such a necessity. When they were part of the other body it had been easier, Lucien hadn't done much with regard to normal biological functions, which was equal parts boring and much a relief. Molly hadn't missed being hungry or tired or sore.
Now this place- this place was great. It reminded them of Caleb's tower, which had been visited only as Lucien, but the provision of food and the nice beds was similar enough. Molly did like his new bed.
And clothes! They weren't as lively as the ones they remembered owning, but they had their garish, peacock coat and that kind of improved even the most drab of clothes. His white shirt was unbuttoned far enough that it was probably pointless to have it buttoned in the first place, and his black pants were comfortably tight (there was even a hole for his tail!).
Right now he was sat cross-legged on one of the counters with an array of snacks around him. He hadn't really grasped - he hadn't really bothered to learn how to grasp - how to heat up the food, but so much here could be eaten raw it was fine. His arrangement consisted mostly of pudding and cereal, and right now he was lost in thought, debating at least trying to heat something up. Mostly just for fun rather than to actually eat. He couldn't trust himself to be that competent. His tail tapped against the counter, a gentle rhythm whilst he sucked the end of the spoon he'd been eating with and attempted to hustle together the energy he needed to move.