Thread: Emory & Theodore Who: Emory Harper and Theodore Nott. When: Day 7. November 2nd. 5pm. Where: Kitchen. What: Making food. Dur. Rating: TBD. Status: Incomplete.
Emory tended to march to the beat of his own drummer, and that was true for schedules as well as anything else. Sometimes he ate in the dining room with everyone else, at the appointed meal times, and sometimes he didn't, often before he forgot to. Like today. He had missed lunch, accidently, because he had been working on his wall drawing. By the time he realized that he was hungry, it was the middle of the afternoon. By the time he got up to do anything about it, it was 5pm. A bit early for supper, at least in the dining room, but he was hungry right then, and wanted food.
He wandered down the hall looking like his closet had vomited on him, because he'd been in a mood when he'd woken up to dress. He wore a pair of red plaid pants, with a blue sleeveless shirt, and a yellow and green scarf knotted loosely around his throat with the ends dangling down to his waist. And he had a pink fedora on his head, covering up his hair which was really in need of a washing. He'd get around to that eventually too. Maybe.
Padding into the kitchen in his sock feet he went to the fridge and pulled it open. He enjoyed being bathed in the cool air as he peered inside, and then eventually started pulling things out. Chicken and some things for pasta. Because pasta he could make. He could boil water, after all!