wilhelm faulkner . (majorursa) wrote in exsanguious, @ 2015-10-29 19:56:00 |
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Bears were omnivores, a lot of people didn’t realise that, but in preparing dinner the Faulkner brothers always put that little-known fact into practise. Though the larger part of their meals was made up by meat -- usually red, Wilhelm’s favourite -- they always put plenty of vegetables in as well. Tonight, for example, the older sibling had taken it upon himself to make a fairly simple but suitably filling casserole. Or perhaps it was a stew. Steak, gravy, lots of vegetables, everything they needed. Straightforward but satisfying, a fairly accurate summation of just about anything Wilhelm prepared in the kitchen.
Walking through the open doorway and into the house’s lounge he was dusting his trousers off on the legs of his pants. There was no water left on them now, not after he’d already wiped them off on a towel, but Wilhelm was a thorough sort of creature, he liked to know something was well and truly done. Only when he was certain his palms were completely dry did he focus on his brother where the younger male was sitting watching TV. Or perhaps he was reading that magazine dropped open across one knee.
“Just under an hour,” he said plainly enough, not mincing words and trusting Tomas to know what he meant, especially with the scent of herbs and onions and other various ingredients carrying on the air. “Are you coming next time?” Just like that Wilhelm picked up a conversation they had temporarily set aside before he’d wandered into the kitchen to work on dinner, the topic of the fights the older sibling was regularly partaking in coming back into his mind as quickly as if they hadn’t stopped talking about it at all.