Vincent slowly dragged himself to consciousness and it took several moments to process things, short brown hair sticking up weirdly from how he'd slept.
He wasn't in the shelter. He had a home now...though he asked his other half why they were still here. Oh, problems. Well one more day wouldn't hurt. His new master was pretty harmless. Useless, but harmless.
Finally he seemed to register the other had asked him something. Cook?
"A little." He answered. If he had a recipe book he could follow he'd be okay. Nothing fancy mind you but well enough for it to be more than how to make a bowl of cereal. But there was a problem. "You don't have anything in your fridge except some leftovers and condiments." He said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. And by "some" he meant what they had for dinner last night. Most of what he found yesterday in the fridge he had to toss because it had expired in some form or other.
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He wasn't in the shelter. He had a home now...though he asked his other half why they were still here. Oh, problems. Well one more day wouldn't hurt. His new master was pretty harmless. Useless, but harmless.
Finally he seemed to register the other had asked him something. Cook?
"A little." He answered. If he had a recipe book he could follow he'd be okay. Nothing fancy mind you but well enough for it to be more than how to make a bowl of cereal. But there was a problem. "You don't have anything in your fridge except some leftovers and condiments." He said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. And by "some" he meant what they had for dinner last night. Most of what he found yesterday in the fridge he had to toss because it had expired in some form or other.