[ If in doubt, for Adolf, do some idle work. Back on Earth, that used to be paperwork, making sure all of his subordinates' files were in order, reading through the mission reports. Here, right now, it's making frosting for the relatively simple pound cake he'd made a day or so back— as much as he acknowledges how domestic and cheesy the gesture is, he even takes food coloring to the icing and goes for a nice seafoam green. Mermaid colors.
He does this and immediately wants to leave his apartment afterwards, but ah. He'd have to go through the living room, and Oona won't let him escape so easily, he imagines.
So. After plating the cake and picking up utensils, he silently— the operative word— meanders over to where Oona is watching what is unmistakably...a horror movie. Is this her idea of 'something good'... like her taste in questionably cute underwater friends, he sometimes wonders about Oona's standards. ]
What are you watching.
[ He asks, completely out of the blue, looming over her shoulder with his cake like a serial killer eel. ]
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He does this and immediately wants to leave his apartment afterwards, but ah. He'd have to go through the living room, and Oona won't let him escape so easily, he imagines.
So. After plating the cake and picking up utensils, he silently— the operative word— meanders over to where Oona is watching what is unmistakably...a horror movie. Is this her idea of 'something good'... like her taste in questionably cute underwater friends, he sometimes wonders about Oona's standards. ]
What are you watching.
[ He asks, completely out of the blue, looming over her shoulder with his cake like a serial killer eel. ]