Preparing Dinner [Private]

[Noah Sullivan]

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[attr="class","aodmtop"]king of darkness

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[attr="class","aodimgtext"]478 words for @sima & @holden

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❝

cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.

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Noah's attendance of the cafeteria was best described as occasional. The king was not stuck up or against eating alongside his guards, rather, his self-sustenance made him an infrequent either. He held a busy schedule, therefore, with food no longer being a necessity, he rarely partook in the consumption of meals. Oftentimes, he would venture his way to the cafeteria on special occasions, like holidays or retirement parties, to thank his staff for their work. As the so-called crown-wearing boss, he considered it the proper course of action to make his staff feel appreciated.

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Otherwise, Noah hardly entered the cafeteria of his own volition. Without an eating requirement hanging over his head, the wraith distracted himself with his kingly duties or pleasured himself with a fling. When confirmation was requested, Noah nodded at his head guard, however, he found himself interrupted. From the kitchen shouted the well-known head cook of his castle, Sima Oratio, inquiring Holden about brownies he made. The wraith's brows tilted down as his eyes narrowed to slits. His grey hues locked onto the familiar a bit displeased about the situation.

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Alas, before he could speak, Sima sauntered from the kitchen with a freshly created plate... As much as Noah admired the head chef, the man proved pushy when it came to him eating. The correction was met with no ill-will as the wraith shifted his focus to the cook. There was always a brightness to Sima's smile whenever he offered food, the type Noah appreciated about the capable chef he hired. The guards and servants were always satisfied with the meals they received and during those special days where the wraith partook, he enjoyed the food.

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Unfortunately, the business required completion, but before a proper decline of the offering could happen, his familiar insisted and promptly transformed into a panther to escape his wrath! An annoyed growl left his mouth as he listened to Sima proceed with offering a food labelled obrajine stew. Despite the requirements to track down Holden, Noah politely listened to the chef's words. Every second felt similar to an hour as Noah wished to scold the young man for not informing him about his break and RUNNING AWAY!

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"I must decline, I have to go find Holden again," he grumbled. "The castle needs to go through its repairs! And instead of working, he is in here cooking! The least he could have done is sent a radio message!"

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Throughout his days, Noah frequently carried himself as a work-centred person until the sun dropped and he could flirt somebody into his bed. Among his duties was assuring castle maintenance was accomplished! It was among the most crucial since the modernized and strengthened walls of the castle were what protected them. Thus, as much as he wished to satisfy Sima by sampling his stew, there were more imperative matters to attend to.

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Holden had shifted into some sort of panther and had bolted out of the cafeteria rather quickly. Was he avoiding the King? Sima thought curiously. Oh well he had much better things to think on right now. Sima held out a portion of the stew towards Noah as he waited curiously for a response. When Sima was declined his happy smile seemed to fade rather quickly. "Oh, uh, okay!" Sima did his best to keep on a smile. "I guess I'll go eat the rest of this then." Sima tried to keep an upbeat demeanor but his posture had cracked a bit feeling rejected. All he wanted to do was a bring a joyous smile to Noah's face through his cuisine. Was a single bite merely too much to ask for? Sima huffed leaving the King to fend for himself in searching for Holden. He would have helped, but frankly now he was a bit too upset. 

He made his way back to the table and began eating the obrajine stew rather quickly. He finished the plate and then headed back into the kitchen where he washed said plate. After finishing the rest of the closing down procedures Sima did one last check of the cooking equipment making sure everything was off and safe. Sima laughed a little bit, still quite upset with Noah for rejecting his food. He was merely trying to get himself into a more happy mood. "If he tried it I bet he would have loved it!" Sima grumbled a bit more happier now that he had some time to stew. 

He finished up closing down the kitchen section of the cafeteria, turning off the lights to the back. The only lights being seen where the ones near the light switches. "I guess I'm done for the day, " He yawned feeling a bit beat down from the days events.