Mystearica
Star
- Joined
- May 20, 2014
Tear slept soundlessly through the night, completely curled around one of Yosuke's arms to the point that it would take some time for Yosuke to actually extract himself from her grip. By the time he finally did, something might make itself apparent. There was a scent that shouldn't have been there, the smell of something... something that was burning.
Yosuke's life was about to get a good deal more interesting.
Milla Maxwell stood at the stove, contemplating a burnt and lumpy stack of "I Can't Believe They're Suppose to be Pancakes". "I followed all the instructions. Is... this not low heat?" she asked. The fire was raging beneath the pan and there were whole eggshells visible in the pancakes.
She prodded the pancake in the pan with the spatula, flipping it over and tearing it in half as she went.
"... I'm certain it will be fine," she said.
Yosuke's life was about to get a good deal more interesting.
Milla Maxwell stood at the stove, contemplating a burnt and lumpy stack of "I Can't Believe They're Suppose to be Pancakes". "I followed all the instructions. Is... this not low heat?" she asked. The fire was raging beneath the pan and there were whole eggshells visible in the pancakes.
She prodded the pancake in the pan with the spatula, flipping it over and tearing it in half as she went.
"... I'm certain it will be fine," she said.