Post by Schrodinger on Sept 9, 2010 1:06:39 GMT -5
Despite the chaos in the basement levels of the Hellsing Manor, things were still bustling in the kitchen. The chef and his assistants were unaware of the happenings in the lower levels. They were currently in the process of preparing breakfast for the house.
It was then that a young cat boy appeared behind them. Seemingly coming out of nowhere without even a sound until his shoes tapped on the tile floor as he moved towards the cabinet. He was dressed in his usual Millennium outfit and had a bowl tucked under his arm. When the chef looked at him with alarm, Schro just grinned and set the bowl down on a nearby counter.
"I just need some sugar. Don't jou have some? I vas making this cake and I ran out. The Major never goes shopping. Jou vould think a man of his stature vould have a fully stocked kitchen." As if knowing where everything was already, he'd open the cabinet that had the sugar and took out the bag as if nothing was strange about his arrival. When the chef continued to stare, he tilted his head. "Vhat is the matter? Haven't jou ever seen someone making a cake before? Jou are a chef."
The boy found all of this very amusing, as if he was playing with the poor man. Pouring about two cups of sugar into the batter in the bowl, he'd pull out a spoon from seemingly nowhere and start to stir it. "This should do it. Vould jou be so kind as to put it in a pan and bake it for me?" He teased the chef and moved to sit in a kitchen chair. His ears twitched, picking up the noises coming from downstairs. "I vonder if they're having fun down there?"
It was then that a young cat boy appeared behind them. Seemingly coming out of nowhere without even a sound until his shoes tapped on the tile floor as he moved towards the cabinet. He was dressed in his usual Millennium outfit and had a bowl tucked under his arm. When the chef looked at him with alarm, Schro just grinned and set the bowl down on a nearby counter.
"I just need some sugar. Don't jou have some? I vas making this cake and I ran out. The Major never goes shopping. Jou vould think a man of his stature vould have a fully stocked kitchen." As if knowing where everything was already, he'd open the cabinet that had the sugar and took out the bag as if nothing was strange about his arrival. When the chef continued to stare, he tilted his head. "Vhat is the matter? Haven't jou ever seen someone making a cake before? Jou are a chef."
The boy found all of this very amusing, as if he was playing with the poor man. Pouring about two cups of sugar into the batter in the bowl, he'd pull out a spoon from seemingly nowhere and start to stir it. "This should do it. Vould jou be so kind as to put it in a pan and bake it for me?" He teased the chef and moved to sit in a kitchen chair. His ears twitched, picking up the noises coming from downstairs. "I vonder if they're having fun down there?"