[ Assured Butcher was on his way, Jim went about setting up the table
for their little dinner. He thought wine might set the wrong tone, so he
went with beers and water, and had ultimately decided on making chicken
sandwiches and vegetables. It wasn't first class, but he thought he could
do up a good breast. It seemed like good pub fare, at least, so it should
be fine, right? Now it was just to wait for his guest. ]
[He gets there soon, knocking on the door and waiting for an answer. Not like Butcher is a picky eater, nor does he expect anything fancy. He's more interested in some company that's as normal as he's found here. At least Kirk isn't displaying any outwardly weird abilities, weird fucking blood transfusion or no.
Well, maybe the horns, but they're in fucking Hell. It's not that unusual.]
Hey, just in time, come on in. You're lucky - everybody else is out, though you will have to be okay with animals. And watch out for the fish.
[ He pointed to the rather ugly hell fish on a bit of furniture, framed by two pretty plants. The animals in question were two dogs and two cats, the latter of which seemed intrigued, but in an aloof sort of way as they were currently more concentrated on the kitchen and what was on offer there. ]
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What time do you want me there?
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6:30 work for you? And you realize a surprise might end up being breakfast for dinner, right?
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[ Assured Butcher was on his way, Jim went about setting up the table for their little dinner. He thought wine might set the wrong tone, so he went with beers and water, and had ultimately decided on making chicken sandwiches and vegetables. It wasn't first class, but he thought he could do up a good breast. It seemed like good pub fare, at least, so it should be fine, right? Now it was just to wait for his guest. ]
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Well, maybe the horns, but they're in fucking Hell. It's not that unusual.]
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[ He pointed to the rather ugly hell fish on a bit of furniture, framed by two pretty plants. The animals in question were two dogs and two cats, the latter of which seemed intrigued, but in an aloof sort of way as they were currently more concentrated on the kitchen and what was on offer there. ]
I hope you like chicken.
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[He eyes that fucking hideous fish skeptically though. What the actual fuck?]
Sounds good to me, mate. You spend a lot of time cooking?