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Rodion awoke to Don yelling next to her bed side, it was 6:25, approximately 13 minutes after Don consistently woke up. She yelled loudly “RODION ESQUIRE! RODION ESQUIRE! LOOK WHAT I HATH COOKED!” Rodion went pale at the mental cold water that had been dumped on her, she sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“Hm? Goo~od morning Knight Quixote, what have you made?” Rodion drearily, yet anxiously inquired. Dons eyes beamed brightly in front of her, like a child who had just been asked about their favorite toy.
After which, Don pulled out the most atrocious, abhorrent, awful, vomit-inducing meal possible. It looked vaguely like an egg sandwich, except there were eggshells scattered on the bread and to the side, and the egg appeared to be completely uncooked. The bottom slice was sogged in.. something, and for some reason the top slice was purple. The sun beamed through the bus window but seemingly stopped at this sandwich, as if even the sun itself was reluctant in seeing it. It was so completely awful that even I miss-spelt atrocious and abhorrent attempting to describe it. Rodion was completely unphased somehow, likely in shock. Outis sat up, almost screamed at the sight and almost vomited, it was a sandwich so bad it’d make a lobotomy corporation employee start crying. Not even a mothers love could save that sandwich. If this were a cooking show, it would be censored on live television and
But, Rodion knew what she had to do. As the defacto Don Parent, she took the sandwich, mentally cringing at the wet, soping feeling that the sandwich inflicted. She reached it up to her mouth, and took a tiny bite.
What followed was a feeling of pure hopelessness. She could not even comprehend anything close to what the hell she had just eaten, it was like she had been trapped in a box and had eyes staring at her from everywhere. She felt like her tongue was rapidly convulsing. Then she swallowed it and it felt like she was about to violently bisect herself to prevent it from reaching her stomach.
“Rodion! Rodion! How was it?” Don excitedly beamed at her as she zoned back in.
“... It was,,, alright! Maybe leave the cooking to the rest of us for now though. Alright?” She uttered, trying not to gag
Don beamed with excitement, running around with excitement, cheering.
Rodion quietly slipped the rest of it in the bin, sighing.
Some things are better left untasted.