[Blade is learning to get around with one crutch, since his other arm is still pretty messed up from all the stabbing. Despite being two weeks out from the encounter, spiritually he seems back to his usual self. He's finished his second Gunpla kit (and ordered a few more), and he's left unattended briefly in the kitchen while Dan Heng goes for a grocery run.
It only takes a half hour for this to become a mistake.
When Dan Heng returns, the condo smells pleasant, with an edge of... burning? Blade is in the kitchen hunched over the counter, with a bunch of small hard cookies laid out on the cookie sheet in front of him. The kitchen is thoroughly trashed with multiple attempts at making cookie dough, dirty bowls and measuring cups and an empty package of butter.]
Again? Why didn't they spread out? Why are they so—deformed?
[He grabs one and smacks it against the counter. It makes a hollow noise like hardtack. His fuzzy ears droop.]
action; end of january; you may as well just call this the Blade Containment Zone
It only takes a half hour for this to become a mistake.
When Dan Heng returns, the condo smells pleasant, with an edge of... burning? Blade is in the kitchen hunched over the counter, with a bunch of small hard cookies laid out on the cookie sheet in front of him. The kitchen is thoroughly trashed with multiple attempts at making cookie dough, dirty bowls and measuring cups and an empty package of butter.]
Again? Why didn't they spread out? Why are they so—deformed?
[He grabs one and smacks it against the counter. It makes a hollow noise like hardtack. His fuzzy ears droop.]
It's the recipe. It has to be.