Post by Ash Fangcharmer on Jun 9, 2013 12:09:20 GMT -7
As had become a habit for whenever his family was out and left him at home, Ash had been baking something for himself to eat. He really didn’t care about the whereabouts of his family; they’d been gone for a good five hours now but he knew they’d come back – they always did. In fact, the most likely thing that had happened would be that they went for one of Geraldine’s treatments, which consequently meant that they’d be happy and think that he baked the cookies for her when they were really for him only. Oatmeal just happened to be Geraldine’s favorite cookies too.
The problem was that he’d been exceptionally hungry today and had made twice his normal batch of cookies, giving him more cookies than he knew how to deal with. Some he could save for the family, but the rest… well, there was too much to actually do much with it. Great. Shrugging, he simply walked out of the house door with the plate of cookies and sat by the doorstep. There was a rather large stray around here somewhere. Ash had seen him around before but had never actually made proper contact with it. Since he had cookies, he figured it’d be a good time as any to try to bribe the dog into listening to him.
Not even bothering to close the door, Ash waited, dark hair brushed backwards from his face and dressed in a simple outfit of a t-shirt and pair of jeans. His blue eyes were sharp as ever and while he wasn’t wearing his finger blades, he looked every bit as dangerous as he did with them. The one problem with the image though, was that he was sitting down and munching on the cookies that he’d baked. Not much of a badass image.