The night was young, or at least, that's what Seven's inner clock told him. He sensed that it was nearing somewhere around five o'clock in the evening, and although no one could see the changing lightness of the sky above, the very feeling of the day slowing down was abundant. Normal village folk were going home to their families, having put in their time at work. Shops were slowing down, their customers calling it quits for the day. Quaint, evening restaurants were lighting up their windows to welcome their clientele. Indeed, it wouldnt be long until night was upon the village.
A sneeze racked Number Seven's immense frame from where he sat in a corner of The Tower's kitchen. He lowered his head and rubbed at his nose with a large paw as he watched his fiery headed human dash around the room, grabbing this and that's. A book was lying open upon one of the counters, turned to some page or another. For reasons that Seven couldnt understand, Okibi wanted to try her hand at cooking, and without any lick of past experience or know how too. Already, Seven could see the entire thing ending badly.
"Are you sure you dont want to ask someone for some help? Miss Chiyoko would probably be happy to. Im pretty certain she used to cook, since Kitchenzilla is made of her old oven." He attempted to persuade the girl. But Okibi would have none of it, shaking her head furiously as she tossed large bowls, mixing spoons, and ingredients upon the counter beside the cooking book.
"No help! Okibi do this alone. Big surprise!" She exclaimed as she pulled out a stool so she could properly see what she was doing. She had grown a few inches since she and Seven had first come to the village, but the counters will still much too high for her. Pulling the book closer, she tried to read the instructions out loud. Tried, being the operative word.
"This not make sense! What 'tsp' is!?" She yelled angrily, pronouncing the abbreviated 'teaspoon' as 'tisp'. She threw the useless book to the ground, and then stomped on it for good measure. Number Seven shook his head. That girl and her temper... taking it out on poor books.
"I will go find Miss Chiyoko." Seven said as he began to stand up, intent on finding the human woman so she could assist his impatient girl. Okibi spun around and threw glare daggers at him, practically pinning him to the wall with her fury. "No! You stay there! Okibi do this herself!" She yelled. It was a miracle how no one had happened upon them yet, wondering what the racket was. Quietly, Seven returned to lying down in the corner.
Turning back around while muttering to herself, Okibi started to throw all manner of ingredients in all manner of measurements into a big bowl. With her brow practically hanging over her eyes, she stirred the concoction furiously, splashing it everywhere, including all over herself. Seven watched as a stray splatter landed right in front of him, almost ten feet away... He leaned forward to smell it and nearly passed out from the horrid stench. "Okibi... I really think-" He was cut off when the girl turned another scathing glower on him, this time with bared fangs and a snarl.
Hopping off the stool, Okbi threw open the oven, where she had seen someone once pull a cake from. That time it had smelled so delicious, and hers would be just as good. Not even bothering to transfer her foul smelling concoction, she stuffed the large plastic bowl into the oven, growling when it wouldnt fit properly. With a swift and mighty kick, she got the entire bowl inside, though the wire shelving buckled and some of the nastiness spilled over. Slamming the over door shut, she looked to the switches and buttons on the ovens face, and momentarily stopped as she tried to figure out how to work the thing... After a minute, she gave up in her frustration and threw every switch and turned every dial as far as it would go. Stepping back, she nodded triumphantly as the coils atop the stove began to turn red, and the light in the oven burned bright.
"There see. Okibi know just what Okibi do." She said as Seven gingerly made his way over. He didnt know exactly how human appliances worked, but even he could see that the oven was turned up far too high. Already a rancid black smoke was spewing from its cracks and the air in the room was heating up with the free heat coming from the uncovered stove coils. The smell, ooooh the horrid smell. Sneezing once more, Seven looked to his human girl and saw she was having a hard time trying not to cover her nose, and keep her eyes from watering up, always with that triumphant grin in place.
"What did you put in that?" He asked, wheezing slightly as the smoke in the room got thicker. Okibi shrugged carelessly, and coughed lightly. "Okibi not know."
Just then, the oven began to rattle, and the plastic bowl began to melt as the acrid black smoke blocked their view of the small window in the door. Seven sensed that something big was about to happen... and his senses were never wrong. He was about to usher his human out of the room, not taking no for an answer when the machine began to practically jump up and down, barely containing Okibi's concoction. It was only a matter of time before-!
BOOM!
The oven door exploded outward, flying off its hinges! Disgusting brown goo, hot to the touch, flew all across the room, covering every surface. Seven had been just quick enough to cover Okibi, and hissed in pain when the burning hot muck and melted plastic landed on his hide. His fur wasnt long nor thick enough to protect him. He'd felt worse, but it was definitely going to leave a stinging mark. "Are you unhurt?" He asked the girl through clenched teeth the size of knives. On her part, Okibi looked thoroughly surprised and shell shocked, simply standing there huddled under Seven's enormousness. Not a drop of the nasty sludge had hit her but... augh! That smell! By now, Okibi couldnt help herself, and a hand flew up to cover her offended face.
When they both looked up, the room was indeed a fantastic mess. Not a hint of the floor or the wall could be seen under the brown goo. Oddly, it stuck like plaster, and dried much faster. "Well... this is a fine mess." Seven couldnt help commenting.
A sneeze racked Number Seven's immense frame from where he sat in a corner of The Tower's kitchen. He lowered his head and rubbed at his nose with a large paw as he watched his fiery headed human dash around the room, grabbing this and that's. A book was lying open upon one of the counters, turned to some page or another. For reasons that Seven couldnt understand, Okibi wanted to try her hand at cooking, and without any lick of past experience or know how too. Already, Seven could see the entire thing ending badly.
"Are you sure you dont want to ask someone for some help? Miss Chiyoko would probably be happy to. Im pretty certain she used to cook, since Kitchenzilla is made of her old oven." He attempted to persuade the girl. But Okibi would have none of it, shaking her head furiously as she tossed large bowls, mixing spoons, and ingredients upon the counter beside the cooking book.
"No help! Okibi do this alone. Big surprise!" She exclaimed as she pulled out a stool so she could properly see what she was doing. She had grown a few inches since she and Seven had first come to the village, but the counters will still much too high for her. Pulling the book closer, she tried to read the instructions out loud. Tried, being the operative word.
"This not make sense! What 'tsp' is!?" She yelled angrily, pronouncing the abbreviated 'teaspoon' as 'tisp'. She threw the useless book to the ground, and then stomped on it for good measure. Number Seven shook his head. That girl and her temper... taking it out on poor books.
"I will go find Miss Chiyoko." Seven said as he began to stand up, intent on finding the human woman so she could assist his impatient girl. Okibi spun around and threw glare daggers at him, practically pinning him to the wall with her fury. "No! You stay there! Okibi do this herself!" She yelled. It was a miracle how no one had happened upon them yet, wondering what the racket was. Quietly, Seven returned to lying down in the corner.
Turning back around while muttering to herself, Okibi started to throw all manner of ingredients in all manner of measurements into a big bowl. With her brow practically hanging over her eyes, she stirred the concoction furiously, splashing it everywhere, including all over herself. Seven watched as a stray splatter landed right in front of him, almost ten feet away... He leaned forward to smell it and nearly passed out from the horrid stench. "Okibi... I really think-" He was cut off when the girl turned another scathing glower on him, this time with bared fangs and a snarl.
Hopping off the stool, Okbi threw open the oven, where she had seen someone once pull a cake from. That time it had smelled so delicious, and hers would be just as good. Not even bothering to transfer her foul smelling concoction, she stuffed the large plastic bowl into the oven, growling when it wouldnt fit properly. With a swift and mighty kick, she got the entire bowl inside, though the wire shelving buckled and some of the nastiness spilled over. Slamming the over door shut, she looked to the switches and buttons on the ovens face, and momentarily stopped as she tried to figure out how to work the thing... After a minute, she gave up in her frustration and threw every switch and turned every dial as far as it would go. Stepping back, she nodded triumphantly as the coils atop the stove began to turn red, and the light in the oven burned bright.
"There see. Okibi know just what Okibi do." She said as Seven gingerly made his way over. He didnt know exactly how human appliances worked, but even he could see that the oven was turned up far too high. Already a rancid black smoke was spewing from its cracks and the air in the room was heating up with the free heat coming from the uncovered stove coils. The smell, ooooh the horrid smell. Sneezing once more, Seven looked to his human girl and saw she was having a hard time trying not to cover her nose, and keep her eyes from watering up, always with that triumphant grin in place.
"What did you put in that?" He asked, wheezing slightly as the smoke in the room got thicker. Okibi shrugged carelessly, and coughed lightly. "Okibi not know."
Just then, the oven began to rattle, and the plastic bowl began to melt as the acrid black smoke blocked their view of the small window in the door. Seven sensed that something big was about to happen... and his senses were never wrong. He was about to usher his human out of the room, not taking no for an answer when the machine began to practically jump up and down, barely containing Okibi's concoction. It was only a matter of time before-!
BOOM!
The oven door exploded outward, flying off its hinges! Disgusting brown goo, hot to the touch, flew all across the room, covering every surface. Seven had been just quick enough to cover Okibi, and hissed in pain when the burning hot muck and melted plastic landed on his hide. His fur wasnt long nor thick enough to protect him. He'd felt worse, but it was definitely going to leave a stinging mark. "Are you unhurt?" He asked the girl through clenched teeth the size of knives. On her part, Okibi looked thoroughly surprised and shell shocked, simply standing there huddled under Seven's enormousness. Not a drop of the nasty sludge had hit her but... augh! That smell! By now, Okibi couldnt help herself, and a hand flew up to cover her offended face.
When they both looked up, the room was indeed a fantastic mess. Not a hint of the floor or the wall could be seen under the brown goo. Oddly, it stuck like plaster, and dried much faster. "Well... this is a fine mess." Seven couldnt help commenting.
