PANIC AT THE BISTRO / joining

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

The idea of eating something raw absolutely disgusted the former human. There was no way anyone was going to try and get him to eat. So far, there wasn't anyone that was concerned about his current diet, as everyone just seemed to be doing their own thing instead of worrying about him and the rest of the crew. He liked it better that way because he rarely talked to others in the first place and just did whatever the hell he wanted. The one issue about being an animal now was that there was a chance that he would never taste the great foods that he had when he was a human. Not only that, but his taste buds were different now so nothing would even remotely take the same anyway. There were occasional times where he would actually end up cooking for the entire crew if they didn't want to go out and eat anything. It was more of the chill days that it happened, and Vagabond wasn't really bothered with it all that much. He saw all the crap that most of the crew ate on a day to day basis. They weren't the healthiest of the bunch, so he knew that cooking them a little bit of healthier meals would do them some good. This way they would more than likely die of getting shot rather than having a heart attack from eating so shitty. Vagabond had to be careful at the time though because he knew that Rimmy would recognize some of his cooking habits if he wasn't careful enough. He was lucky that Rimmy had only been with the crew a couple of months before the heist they did ultimately go wrong and they ended up here. Either way, he made notes of the foods that they did like and would occasionally cook some of the things that they liked.

Although, there were instances where he would just cook in bulk in whatever seemed good that day and whatever they had in the pantry. There were instances where they wouldn't be able to get out of the penthouse that most of them lived in without getting shot so they would hold up for a little while before everything cleared out. He didn't ask for any thanks for when he cooked, as it was a nice time for him to shut out all the noise that was usually going on and just cook. It was probably one of the few nonviolent hobbies that he had at the time that he was human. Since he was so busy there wasn't much he could do other than that. Sometimes he would get a rumor that the organization that he once worked for, and have to take care of that quickly just in case the rumor was actually true. He couldn't let the organization back up that easily after what they had done to him and Rimmy. The Hellhound had recently learned that he was able to conjure up food that he was capable of eating. Which was almost a miracle because he had been so stubborn that he nearly caused himself to slowly starve to death. Now that he knew how to make food that wasn't raw meat, it meant that he would be able to provide the crew with a little bit of food here and there whenever they were hungry. This would also mean that he would be the main food provider. He had yet to tell any of them what he was capable of doing on the simple factor that the Hellhound didn't want them to be constantly bugging him all day and all night if they suddenly got hungry. Maybe he could just store a bunch of the food, but he didn't know where he would be able to do that. To hell with storing anything in the ruins behind the waterfall as he had no doubt that someone would try to steal the food away while he wasn't looking and he'd have to slit someone's throat for being a thief.

Although, it would pretty ironic to have something stolen from the likes of him. Since Vagabond had arrived in this world almost six days ago, he hadn't really seen anything that he could really consider to be strange. Mostly canines and a cat here and there after he killed or tortured certain species. The Hellhound still didn't even know exactly what he was and why he was so big in the first place. But, he was fine with the large body that he had because it got enough work done. The former human was usually out and about. He was planning on going out and getting some business done while he was at it. The metal black mask that he wore covering his face except for his eyes. His vibrant blue eyes looked around as his ears listened to the sounds around him. He listened to what sounded like a scream, and this immediately took his interest as he began to make his way over in that direction, not knowing what to expect. When the 6ft tall Hellhound did arrive on the scene, he certainly wasn't expecting to see whatever the hell he was seeing right. His jaw almost went slack at the sight of the much larger beast. He wasn't the largest creature that was in this place anymore, even if the other was just slightly taller than him but not by much. The Hellhound didn't arrive soon enough to hear anyone say anything, his eyes flickering to the raccoon that was in front of the beast before back to the beast. Was this thing sentient or something that was created in a lab and was thrown out? "The fuck is that?" Vagabond questioned Eddie, gesturing with his head to the large animal. Vagabond remained almost ten feet away from the thing. Not because he was afraid, but because he had no idea what the fuck the thing was. His two tails would lash behind him in different directions as his vibrant blue eyes narrowed at the creature. He didn't like this.

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