38.) Closed Comment Log

[meinxxherz]

[Fifty-year-olds cannot stay up as late as eighteen-year-olds. Herz found this out Friday night and since had been keeping some more reasonable hours. No more getting up at seven pm and staying up through to noon the next day. Nope, for the first time in a while, Herz is manning Sergei's at all the 'normal people' times

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[tic_tech_turtle]

Don had frozen stalk still the second they'd entered the kitchen, his eyes huge and beak slightly parted.

He squeaked. Woooow, it was so...shiny. Everything in here was so shiny, and so organized, and so complex, and...

Don craned his head back to stare at the light hanging from the ceiling, reflecting off the many clean appliances Don had never seen before.

Then, Herz asked a question, and Don jerked guiltily to attention, smiling nervously at the human he still wasn't entirely sure he should trust.

...

Wait, what food did they like best, he asked?

"Pizza!" Don chirruped, going from sheepishly nervous to brightly excited in .5 seconds flat.

[thepartydude]

Whooooooooooooa.

[Mikey gapes as he follows Don into the kitchen. It's HUGE and looks nothing like their sewer home. Padding over to a stainless steel surface, he pulls faces at his reflection, giggling and patting it with his hand.

Jerking his head up at the mention of food, Mikey crows in unison with his brother.]

Pizza!

[meinwwherz]

Well, I think we should make pizza, then!

[The older man bends over to pull a clean pan from a low cupboard, then sets it on the counter.]

Have you boys ever made pizza yourselves? It's really easy...!

[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don trots over immediatley when Herz pulls the pan from the cupboard, stops, then goes back for Mike to grab his wrist and try to tug his little brother over to Herz with him]

Mm-mm, I don't think so.

[He sounds distracted, brow creased as he focuses on what Herz is doing.]