Oh, don't worry about it, I worked it all out already! Just come up to your office, don't say anything to your men.
[He'd had to work it out quite quickly, too, because a certain someone kept him waiting. He would've liked a little more notice if he'd had to make a daring window entrance, because it was really a little bit precarious to have to jimmy the lock and hold all of the food at the same time, but he managed. He's a very talented man, he wouldn't let a little thing like gravity slow him down!]
[So he's waiting in Gepard's office, the main door still locked, with the good Captain's lunch all plated out for him. He's not entirely sure about Gepard's lunch preferences just yet, since he wasn't given much to go on, but he's gone for an old reliable-- a fried olm sandwich with pickles and slaw on a buttery brioche bun, fried potato wedges and a buttermilk biscuit as sides. A bottle of that horrific rye soda that everyone loves around here to drink. If there's one small mercy that Sampo has for being on a blood-only diet, it's that he has an excuse to never have to drink that.]
[Instead, it's hot water from a thermos for him today. Something to put in his stomach so that the cravings aren't quite so bad. He's thinking of going to the butcher's later today, to see if he can get fresh pig's blood and say that it's for a blood pudding or something. It still doesn't quite do it for him, but it's the closest to human that he can get without actually tapping a neck.]
Hello, honey. [He says it when the door closes behind Gepard, for the sake of the good Captain's sensibilities.] Lunch is ready!
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[He'd had to work it out quite quickly, too, because a certain someone kept him waiting. He would've liked a little more notice if he'd had to make a daring window entrance, because it was really a little bit precarious to have to jimmy the lock and hold all of the food at the same time, but he managed. He's a very talented man, he wouldn't let a little thing like gravity slow him down!]
[So he's waiting in Gepard's office, the main door still locked, with the good Captain's lunch all plated out for him. He's not entirely sure about Gepard's lunch preferences just yet, since he wasn't given much to go on, but he's gone for an old reliable-- a fried olm sandwich with pickles and slaw on a buttery brioche bun, fried potato wedges and a buttermilk biscuit as sides. A bottle of that horrific rye soda that everyone loves around here to drink. If there's one small mercy that Sampo has for being on a blood-only diet, it's that he has an excuse to never have to drink that.]
[Instead, it's hot water from a thermos for him today. Something to put in his stomach so that the cravings aren't quite so bad. He's thinking of going to the butcher's later today, to see if he can get fresh pig's blood and say that it's for a blood pudding or something. It still doesn't quite do it for him, but it's the closest to human that he can get without actually tapping a neck.]
Hello, honey. [He says it when the door closes behind Gepard, for the sake of the good Captain's sensibilities.] Lunch is ready!