Mission - Pancakes / Backdated to the morning of April 3rd

[oncedevil]

Who: Tony and anyone awake at Willow Ridge after the Kidnapping Incident
What: Demon be hungry, so that means pancakes for all.
Where: Willow Ridge kitchen
When: Morning of April 3rd, after Nathan's rescue
Warnings: Possibly some recollections of violence, but otherwise only pancakes. Maybe eggs. We'll see.

Dressed in jeans and a light T-shit, one could almost forget just the night before he'd been barely able to walk under his own power and bleeding all over himself. Quite the change, though watching closely it was still evident Tony was a little tender and sore. Moving stiff and careful while he cooked.

As it turned out, healing was hungry business. Fortunately Willow Ridge was equipped with a well enough stocked kitchen, and Tony with a little skill instilled by Hajime. Despite his best efforts, he still couldn't really use chopsticks with any kind of efficiency. Fortunately pancakes only required a spatula.

Stacks of them, in fact. The first attempts, under-cooked or over had already been eaten, but now he was on a roll. Why not ask him why he's cooked so much, or join in to help devour the abundance? Surely, he figured, the others would wake soon and they'd be hungry as well. Though likely Tony was far over-estimating their hunger by comparing it to his own.

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[solvethepuzzle]

It had possibly been the first decent rest Nathan has had in nearly two weeks. Which, considering said rest had essentially been passing out on Lazarus's shoulder, probably says something about how exhausted he's been. The danger had been over, the strings of tension had been cut, and he just hadn't had the strength to hold himself up on his own anymore.

A change of clothes and some splashing of cold water on his face has him feeling at least halfway alert, even if he's still somewhat drained. He doesn't bother to so much as run his fingers through his hair. His shoulder aches faintly where the double's fingers had dug in, but it's an ignorable pain, one he's accustomed to. The bruising would fade eventually. It always does.

It's the scents coming from the kitchen that draw him there. Maybe he shouldn't be hungry, given what he'd seen last night . . . but the body turning to feathers has made the more gruesome visual more distant, less real. He can handle food. He should eat, right? He really doesn't do that enough.

He manages to sit without plopping down in undignified fashion, but there's still an unmistakable weariness in his posture. One elbow is propped up on the table, his chin resting in his palm. Almost absently, he watches Tony cook.

"... Pancakes?" Yes, it has taken him this long to finally register what the smell is.

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[lovesickkiller]

Misa wakes up with a fairly intense hangover. Wine had seemed like the best way to cope with a night like last night; lots of it. Not enough to forget her criminal activities, unfortunately, but at least the pounding headache is a decent distraction from everything else.

She wanders into the kitchen clad in an overlarge T-shirt and still sporting bedhead, wincing at the mid-morning sunlight. The stacks upon stacks of pancakes are a surprise, as is Tony being the one cooking them, but Misa doesn't comment on either of these things immediately.

"Anyone mind if I close the blinds?" she mumbles to no one in particular.

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[chalicejoker]

Hajime's not even sure what he's doing here poking at a pancake. Sure, he wanted to check up on Shou and Tony, but sticking around for breakfast wasn't something he'd had in mind. But he's been teaching Tony how to cook; he should at least try one...

He's a little skittish around people he doesn't know, given the way things have been going lately, so don't mind him if walking into the room means you're treated to the sight of a cockroach man sloppily eating pancakes. (It's hard without lips, okay.)

/skids in late as usual

[brotimaeus]

[for Tony]
"I figured this'd be where you were hidin'."

There was a soft Texan drawl by the door, barely amused under the forced thread of annoyance as Richard slipped into the kitchen and gently thwapped the back of Tony's head.

"Look, I'm not gonna be the person steppin' on this newfound independence of yours, but you know what I expect from you if you ain't gonna be home. You take another blow to the head and forget about your old man?"

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Once he was done with the mock-scolding of his errant adopted son, Richard has a spot at the table and eats far more pancakes than you would expect him to be able to given his body type. Whether they're under or overdone doesn't really seem to matter.

He's mostly watching the comings and goings, giving the occasional nod to anyone who passes near enough to catch his eye and, as he gets used to the light in the room, he'll take off his shades to show the bright orange irises they were hiding.

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[dead_black_eyes]

The stress of the last 24 hours has piled what feels like years onto L's already bent back and deeply shadowed eyes. For all of that and the mixed feelings that come with the death of a former lover, though, his makeshift family is home safe and bustling around the large kitchen that was once probably occupied by several cooks at once, preparing enough food to feed a school full of children three times a day.

Now, Tony's cooking pancakes. So many that even with a crowd of young, active and relatively shell-shocked individuals, there's not really any danger of them running out.

He takes a plate and helps himself to several, staying quiet and mostly keeping to himself. Though he appreciates that Tony's doing this more than he can express in words, the last time he ate pancakes was after a particularly indulgent morning in a hotel ended with being treated to room service. The man who'd beamed as he set them in L's blanketed lap had died horribly the night before after doing horrible things, and his fork feels heavy as he uses it to worry the edges of his pancakes but can't quite seem to start eating them. The syrup's gradually absorbed by the hotcakes, and as they puff and swell, an unexpected and unwanted image of a face being eaten by acid flashes across L's mind, and his hand goes to his mouth as his stomach lurches. Hopefully, that's all that's going to happen.

Later - for Shou

[oncedevil]

After all is said and done, a final conversation with Misa and the last pancakes inhaled with great gusto, Tony finally gathers Shou up in his arms to take him down to his room. It's a little awkward, given that Shou's quite a bit taller than Tony, but he's strong enough to manage it without too much fuss.

And as much as he'd love to not wake Shou on the way Tony knows that's probably impossible. Sorry, he tried.