Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
Famine was standing on the threshold of the kitchen. He was impeccable dressed in black to contrast with Pollution’s white stains. He smiled at Damien and nodded his head in greetings.
“Your new neighbours,” he answered as he cast a deadpan glance at his comrade. “You can’t rush art. It’s…” There was a beep coming from the microwave and a ding from the oven. Whatever Famine had cooked smelled and tasted very good, unfortunately it was as good for the organism as eating a used battery. “Dinner’s ready,” he announced, disappearing inside the kitchen.