Day 15

[pandatrash]

[There are really only two important things to note about Day 15:

One, your tablet informs you that there's a killing night tonight! Tonight we're back to normal; only one murder, please!

And two, there is shitty prepackaged deli sushi in kitchen. So uh, y'know. Enjoy that.]


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[theyregooddogs]

[In the kitchen, Will is working with a fair amount of food. He is preparing some more food for his hamster and puppy. There is also a pot of soon to be pasta for any sad people who don't want sushi. It will remain there for anyone to help themselves to once Will is finished up.

Otherwise, Will is back at the greenhouse, tossing a ball for Baxter and enjoying the peace of semi-artifical nature.]

[liveronhersleeve]

[Grim Eyes has no real objection to the sushi; in fact, she grabs one of the shitty packages and starts munching distractedly on the contents as she comes over to peer into the pasta pot. Her general demeanor is a little preoccupied, but not quite as intensely scowly as she's been the last couple of days. Maybe it's the food that helps. Maybe it's the weirdly domestic feel of the scene.]

[theyregooddogs]

[Baxter is probably sniffing her. Hello, new person.]

Uh, let me know if he's bothering you.

[afailedmurder]

[Akechi is kinda eyeing that sketchy sushi, tbh. But he doesn't want Shuichi to see him eating it, so instead he comes to get some pasta.]

Hello, Will-san. It's kind of you to cook for us.

[theyregooddogs]

More like I realized many of you may not have as much experience with cooking as I would expect. It'll be ready in a few minutes.

[afailedmurder]

[takes a seat to wait]

I'm capable of cooking simple things. Do you think anyone would trust the food that I made?

[with a sound of amusement, like of course they fucking wouldn't]

[theyregooddogs]

They would if you explained the trouble in poisoning food that you are also going to eat. I haven't had anyone raise any concerns about my cooking, either.

[afailedmurder]

That sounds like a lot of trouble. Perhaps I'll simply put it in the fridge and allow it disappear naturally, just like it does at the precinct.

[theyregooddogs]

I have this feeling that I should let you finish this off now instead of me . . .

[afailedmurder]

Oh, it's fine. I'm hardly starving.

Though it's still awfully pathetic to steal food from the break room. It doesn't even help to put my name on it. Actually, I think that makes it worse.

[theyregooddogs]

That wasn't exactly what I was driving at.

[shaking his head and staying with the pasta though]

[afailedmurder]

[fake gasp]

I would never poison your pasta, Will-sam!