12-20-2020, 12:48 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Fuck, he was late. Well, technically late, anyways. Michael had actually been celebrating Hanukkah with Trevor, the two of them cooped up in their house with their children, celebrating the season properly. It was a bit difficult to keep their spirits up, considering the state that The Typhoon was currently in, but a game of dreidel and then lighting the menorah certainly helped with that. Unfortunately, there was one absolutely vital part of Hanukkah that the bobcat had forgotten about. The latkes. The delicious potato pancakes that could be served with a variety of different extras, like just a pinch of salt or something to mix them in. While Michael wasn't usually much of a cooking guy, latkes at least weren't all that difficult, as long as you didn't do anything too crazy. Thankfully, he had no plans to do anything crazy, especially with Trevor around. He didn't want his husband somehow getting the wrong idea and burning their entire hut down – it was honestly a miracle that nothing had happened when Michael had let him light the shamash.
The actual process of making the latkes was a bit of a long one, considering Michael was making them from scratch, but that was alright. The thief found that he enjoyed the process of it, and the house was beginning to smell nice as he placed the flat disks of potato to cook. He occasionally had to shoo Trevor away with a paw, the coyote drawn in by the smell and trying to grab one before they were done. However, once they were properly done, Michael had every intention of sharing. He pushed open the front door of their hut, letting the pleasant smell of the potato pancakes waft out and over the beach. He placed the ones that were done on a large platter, setting them down on the table that sat in their living room. As Trevor sniffed at them again, Michael sighed before muttering softly, "Fine, you can have one. But don't eat them all before other people have a chance to try them!" The bobcat then turned, heading back into the kitchen to grab some salt and pepper as he waited for others to arrive.
The actual process of making the latkes was a bit of a long one, considering Michael was making them from scratch, but that was alright. The thief found that he enjoyed the process of it, and the house was beginning to smell nice as he placed the flat disks of potato to cook. He occasionally had to shoo Trevor away with a paw, the coyote drawn in by the smell and trying to grab one before they were done. However, once they were properly done, Michael had every intention of sharing. He pushed open the front door of their hut, letting the pleasant smell of the potato pancakes waft out and over the beach. He placed the ones that were done on a large platter, setting them down on the table that sat in their living room. As Trevor sniffed at them again, Michael sighed before muttering softly, "Fine, you can have one. But don't eat them all before other people have a chance to try them!" The bobcat then turned, heading back into the kitchen to grab some salt and pepper as he waited for others to arrive.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan