[While Gepard is out there struggling through his afternoon, meeting with doctors who tell him that he needs to take better care of himself and sisters who absolutely agree with them, Sampo has a different game plan. It's been such a long time since he really had to think about food in any meaningful way-- not since his whole diet switched over to liquid-based. Now, he has a reason to actually get back into the kitchen again. It's kind of nice, really.]
[And, the better he feeds Gepard, the better a meal he'll get, too. So he does have a little enlightened self interest going on here, investing in Gepard is an investment for himself.]
[So! He's off to the market. The butcher's, first, because he needs a good protein for the main course. There are some excellent looking beef tenderloins, so he gets one of those and has the butcher cut a few steaks off of it, too-- if he's running out of ideas or low on time, he's certain that he can satisfy a man like Gepard with a steak-and-potatoes dinner. He can only stay for so long inside the butcher's without getting unreasonably hungry, and gets out of there shortly after with the meat and a pint of pig's blood.]
[He ducks into an alley and, when he's sure that no one is around, opens the container of blood and drains it in long, hurried gulps. It isn't warm anymore, of course, and it doesn't have the same richness and complexity of human blood, but it eases the cramping ache in his stomach. After making sure that he didn't spill any and didn't have anything left around his mouth-- no one likes a messy eater-- he drops the container in the trash and is back on his way. No one the wiser of the bloodsucker in their midst.]
[The grocer's, at least, is less laden with temptations. The luscious flesh of an eggplant doesn't tempt him to bite in the same way that still-bloody raw meat does, for obvious reasons, and with a belly temporarily satisfied with a porcine snack, he feels steadier. In control. He navigates the grocer and picks up what he needs for the dinner plan forming in his head and he can ignore all the tasty people walking around nearby.]
[And, while Gepard is in the process of being told by a medical professional that he's suffering from exhaustion and his sister laughs at his plight, Sampo makes his way to Gepard's address. If he's going to get dinner on the table at a reasonable time, he'll have to get started! Which also means breaking in, but that's fine, he's very good at it.]
[Gepard's apartment is very... spartan. Very bachelor pad, if that bachelor has absolutely no fun.]
[By the time the good Captain makes his way back from his many disappointments of the day, he'll open his apartment door to the smell of a roast in the oven, accompanying hints of garlic and onion-- the warm, comforting scents of dinner being made. Down the hall, Gepard would be able to see the yellow glow of the electric light on in his kitchen and hear the sound of someone moving around and the sound of a pan on the stove.]
[Surprise! You're not coming back to an empty, cold apartment. Welcome home, honey.]
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[And, the better he feeds Gepard, the better a meal he'll get, too. So he does have a little enlightened self interest going on here, investing in Gepard is an investment for himself.]
[So! He's off to the market. The butcher's, first, because he needs a good protein for the main course. There are some excellent looking beef tenderloins, so he gets one of those and has the butcher cut a few steaks off of it, too-- if he's running out of ideas or low on time, he's certain that he can satisfy a man like Gepard with a steak-and-potatoes dinner. He can only stay for so long inside the butcher's without getting unreasonably hungry, and gets out of there shortly after with the meat and a pint of pig's blood.]
[He ducks into an alley and, when he's sure that no one is around, opens the container of blood and drains it in long, hurried gulps. It isn't warm anymore, of course, and it doesn't have the same richness and complexity of human blood, but it eases the cramping ache in his stomach. After making sure that he didn't spill any and didn't have anything left around his mouth-- no one likes a messy eater-- he drops the container in the trash and is back on his way. No one the wiser of the bloodsucker in their midst.]
[The grocer's, at least, is less laden with temptations. The luscious flesh of an eggplant doesn't tempt him to bite in the same way that still-bloody raw meat does, for obvious reasons, and with a belly temporarily satisfied with a porcine snack, he feels steadier. In control. He navigates the grocer and picks up what he needs for the dinner plan forming in his head and he can ignore all the tasty people walking around nearby.]
[And, while Gepard is in the process of being told by a medical professional that he's suffering from exhaustion and his sister laughs at his plight, Sampo makes his way to Gepard's address. If he's going to get dinner on the table at a reasonable time, he'll have to get started! Which also means breaking in, but that's fine, he's very good at it.]
[Gepard's apartment is very... spartan. Very bachelor pad, if that bachelor has absolutely no fun.]
[By the time the good Captain makes his way back from his many disappointments of the day, he'll open his apartment door to the smell of a roast in the oven, accompanying hints of garlic and onion-- the warm, comforting scents of dinner being made. Down the hall, Gepard would be able to see the yellow glow of the electric light on in his kitchen and hear the sound of someone moving around and the sound of a pan on the stove.]
[Surprise! You're not coming back to an empty, cold apartment. Welcome home, honey.]