Sometimes churches did food droves, or had open kitchens to the homeless. These had been exciting days for Ethan, as sometimes it would be the first good and filling meal had have had without having to worry about costs in days. With both Hutton, and now Lae, having shared space at their residences should Ethan require it, he wondered if that counted as him no longer being deserving of assistance like this. Eyes watched the casserole as it was stirred, delicious chunks of vegetables with slow cooked meat sparingly tossed in with it.
He’d been offered a try when he’d first come to assist in serving it out. It was delicious
and the thought of taking a serving for Lae to try after work left a twinge of guilt in his belly as others waited eagerly for their share. Oh well, he’d try to ask for the recipe, if nothing else he could at least try recreating it - it couldn’t be much harder than baking from scratch.
In the end once everyone had been served and it was the volunteers turn to eat, should they wish it, Ethan found himself standing by the stage out in the mass hall, the kitten area and its dining hall were crowded enough and people dragged themselves around with out any respect for knocking into people. He didn’t mind the contact, as long as nothing went missing during it, he minded the thoughtless knock of soupy liquids being threatened to be spilled all over his clothes.
Ethan may have access to washers now, but still.
A random music list played songs from the phone sitting beside Ethan as he gingerly sampled another taste of his bowl, tired from the last two hours and ready to crash ... or maybe he needed a jolt of something exciting to wake him up. It was evening though, he mused taking a mouthful of potato, anyone willing to do anything would probably be out doing it already or not interested at all and ready for bed.
The bowl was placed on the stage, Ethan’s hands gripped the edge of it and then heaved himself up, turning to sit on the edge and letting his heels kick against the wall for a moment as he swung his legs. Food filled him quickly, as usual, but boredom even faster.
What would it be like to run across those pews?
Could he do it in a certain time without tripping?
With those thoughts circling, Ethan hopped down, deciding it best he not get caught up in destroying half the place for the sake of entertainment. Sitting down wasn’t helping, standing wasn’t helping, even eating wasn’t helping.
Boredom was a bitch.
Taking the bowl, Ethan made his way back towards the kitchen, intending to at least put away his items before leaving. Rounding into a hall, however, had bodies colliding and that much dreaded though of food down his top was a sudden reality.“Oh, shit, sorry. That usually never happens to me.”
true, he’d be able to walk blindfolded through an intersection and generally feel confident all the cars would miss him, so maybe he was get careless? Maybe Trinity was right, too arrogant - or maybe the lucky hands of fate intended this. Whatever it was, Ethan kneeled down and grabbed both emptied bowl - which had split into two pieces - and the spoon. He looked up, head level to crotch and eyes of half honey soaked jade looked up at at the slightly younger looking youth, flashing a grin to show no hard feelings. “One of those nights, I guess.”