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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 4:56:04 GMT
It was a bit past noon in Daten city. Pasties was busying herself in the Abbey kitchen. She appeared to be wearing a skirt with an apron over herself. She also appeared to be topless, but anyone who knew who she was would know that that wasn't completely the case. One hand was on her hip and the other held a wooden spoon. She was tapping her feet and humming a song.
She was standing in front of the stove-top with some pasta going in a large stew-pot. It was clearly more pasta than one person could eat, but Pasties seemed to either be unaware or uncaring of that fact.
Pasties looked over at a timer she had set for the pasta before starting to stir the pot. The timer showed that she only needed to wait a few more minutes and then her food would be done. What she planned on doing with the obscene of pasta was unclear.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 23:40:35 GMT
Ah yes. What a beautiful noon day in Daten City. Birds are sing, Flowers are blooming. On days like these, Gloves like him. Should sleep indoors all day. Gloves was just catching some Z's like he usually do inside his room. Dreaming something magical or perhaps something crazy inside his head. Right now, he's dreaming about being a Cowboy Sheriff in a desert town were he was a hero that protect his dream town.
While he's dreaming about that, a roaming pasta smell was slipping inside his room from the cracks of his door and entering his nasal passages, which made him drool on his left side cheek.
Back in the dreamworld, he mayor of dream town, was giving him trophies for his heroic success for capturing 5 bandits for robbing the bank. The mayor only give him 4 trophies instead of 5. He was scratching his head and ask the mayor as to why he's getting 4 trophies since he capture 5 bandits. The mayor chuckle little to him and told him that the last one was a surprise. He told Gloves to close his eyes and put out his hands. He follow the mayor's direction and did as he was told. While he was doing that, the mayor gave the last trophy to him and told him that he can open his eyes to see what he receive. When he did, he was surprise that the last one was made out of delicious pasta. It look so good in his eyes and ask him if he can take a bit out of it. The mayor told him that he could and told him to enjoy the pasta trophy.
When Gloves took a big bite on the trophy. A loud and annoying alarm clock, woke him up from his dream and back into reality. When he sees what he's biting on, he realize that he was biting on his soft pillow. Which he immediately spit out the pillow and spits out the feathers out of his mouth.
"Blah! Now I know what feathers taste like!" He said as he continues to spit out what remains in his mouth.
When he's done spiting out the remaining feathers and turning off his alarm clock, he smell the same roaming pasta smell that was coming from the cracks from his door, out in the hallway.
" *sniff* Hmm, someone making pasta. I wonder who could be making them?" he said to himself. "I better go check it out. While I'm at it, I better get myself some water to wash my mouth out. Blah!" He made a disgusting face expression to himself and off he went in the hallway.
So he follows the pasta smell all the way to the Abbey Kitchen and saw a new person in the kitchen cooking some pasta in a large stew-pot. He never seen her in the Abbey before and she appears to be topless in the kitchen. He's guessing that the heat was getting to her, or probably something else. Either way, he don't want to get in trouble with her while she's cooking in the kitchen. So, Gloves walk in the kitchen and pour him some cup of ice cold water with two ice cubs for himself. He wonder if the new person would like something to drink while he's in the kitchen.
"Pardon me, Miss. But would you like me to pour you some ice cold water?" He ask her while giving her a happy smile.
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