#then puts it on a stick and steals the use of their deep friers for it

[gassybots]

Feederism OCs should take notes from D/isco B/ear. I mean what the hell was he thinking with the deep fried butter on a stick. What the hell dude.

[carbrakes-and-stakes]

Nice to meat you - Nora & Alain

Location: Alain’s farmhouse Time : A week ago Who : @fearfordinner, @carbrakes-and-stakes, Alain’s dog

Meat! Meat! Meat! Nora was very excited to be walking up the driveway of Alain’s home. She was about to feast on that meat! And she wouldn’t even have to cook it! If it wasn’t for the fact that her birthday had been on April First her whole life she might have mistaken today for it. Plus! PLUS! She made a friend. She didn’t think he wanted her as a friend but her dads always said she should try harder in making one. So as she got to the front door she threw it wide open and announced in her dull monotone. “Alain, I’m here.” 

God damn it. What stopped him from telling her that she was not even invited. Did he tell her she was not invited? He couldn’t really remember. He’d been rather drowsy lately, and his medication, which he loved dearly was to blame for it. Alain  stood up carefully from his couch, dropping the book he was reading to get to the entrance door, which she had already opened. Huh, he thought, she did not even seem too happy to be here. Was he going to die? Was she a psychopath? Okay, he was being paranoid. Shuffling in his socks across the living room, he motioned her to follow him in the kitchen, which was about to get messy.

Nora shut the door behind her, following Alain to the kitchen. He was adorned in his bed clothes still which gave Nora pause. “Is this a pajama party?” She inquired, setting her bags upon bags of meat on the kitchen counter. “I didn’t come dressed for that.” Nora came dressed as a typical thirteen year old e-boy. “I have beef, chicken, pork, deer and fish.” What she didn’t add was that the fish she got was fresh from the sky. Honestly, she didn’t know why people were so uppity about eating some good ol’sky fish. It was just like normal fish. But from the sky. And free! “Feed me.”

“Why? Should I change into better clothes ?” He would not, and he hoped that she would not give him shit for dressing the way he wanted, in his own house. “Obviously. Heh, maybe we’ll have music tastes in common, at least,” unless she secretly loved Britney Spears. Grabbing an apron from a drawer handle, he tied it around his waist and pulled a pot from underneath the sink. “Well, I’m saying no to the fish,” Alain had seen enough fish for the rest of his life, and did not want to get anywhere near any.  “I’m going to make a couscous with beef and chicken,” he paused, thinking of something quick to do with the pork. Obviously the deer would be made into a stew. “Okay, some of my recipes take about an hour to cook, the deer will probably take longer, but you should be able to get a taste of pork in 30 minutes?” Alain explained, getting garlic, onions, and herbs from his drawers. “I’ll need help peeling onions, if you don’t mind.” There were things his hand wouldn’t let him do for now. 

“No, I just didn’t know I was supposed to wear my pajamas.” Nora mumbled, lifting herself onto the counter and getting ready to settle in and wait for her food. Food that she was hoping would be ready within the next five minutes. “Thirty minutes?” Nora asked, her eyes drifting to stare at the opposite wall. Would she be able to make it thirty minutes without food? She didn’t think she would, she thought she would waste away right before his eyes. Disappear. Like those kids in that avengers movie. Just instantly gone. “But I’m hungry now.” Her lifeless tone and expression could not truly express how intensely hungry she was. It was her food and she wanted it now. Then he was asking her to do labor? “We don’t need onions. They aren’t meat.” 

“Well if you want food, you’ll have to peel these,” Alain pointed at the onions on the cutting board and turned his back to chop the meat into smaller pieces. “Can you at least put the rest in the freezer? You brought meat for the whole town,” he grumbled, indicating her to use the door on the side, to get there. The chest freezer was in a room attached to the kitchen which was not renovated yet, and served as a back entrance, allowing him to get in and out with full hunting gear without being seen by anyone. If she didn’t search through his things she wouldn’t see said gear and he wouldn’t have a lot of explaining to do with a stranger. “Then you can peel the onions,” he pushed the garlic back into the drawer and searched through his cupboards for garlic paste instead. Maybe he was not very patient, but then, he was only cooking for her because she was the kind of person who carried a hammer around.

Nora considered her options for a moment, staring blankly at Alain. She wanted food, yes, but if she wanted to do any of the work to put it together, she could have just stayed home and made almost raw meat. That would have been ready already. She would have been shoveling buckets of meat into her gullet by now. “Fine.” She aquised, sliding off the counter and picking up the bags of meat he wasn’t going to use. She dropped it off in the back freezer, not bothering to look around. She was too hungry for curiosity. Coming back, she started peeling onions with an obvious unpracticed hand. It started getting to the point where it looked more like she was making a mess than helping with cooking, but by god, she was doing her best. “Onions peeled.” She shoved a handful of onion mess at Alain to prove her point. 

It was starting to smell nice in the house, and Alain was not surprised when he saw Orion try to get the door open with his snout. What was surprising, was to see the german shepherd look at Nora and cower out of the kitchen with his tail between his legs. A frown on his face, he glanced at the woman. That was odd. “Huh, guess he doesn’t want to be friends with you,” like me, he almost added. Taking a look at her work, he deadpanned and stayed silent for a split second. What. The actual. Fuck. “Good job,” he finished it by cutting those in half and throwing them in a blender to get them in small pieces quickly. He didn’t want her to join the 9 fingers squad, even if he did not exactly care either. “I’ll just go make frozen french fries to go with those,”  he pointed at the marinating pork chops and disappeared to get them from his freezer. Looked like she had not touched anything. Good.  French fries seemed a bit like low effort, especially since he was not doing much here, other than deep frying them, but she did not seem like the kind who cared for fancy cooking anyway. If she could at least admit that she had never had better meat, he would have won something out of this anyway. 

Nora looked at the dog, her expression as emotionless as ever. “Dogs don’t like me.” She stated blandly. Dogs, unlike humans, could smell the bear on her. And dogs, unlike humans, knew exactly why they should be so scared of her at all times. Smart doggies. Alain complimented her chopping, as he should. She did a fine job. To think he had the nerve to invite her over to feed her, then ask her to help cook. Some people these days. She watched as he went to go get some frozen french fries, wondering why they needed them. All they needed was the meat. Why was he so extra. Nora walked over to the cooking pan and stood over it, staring longingly at the food she wished so desperately was in her stomach. “I’m hungry…”

Alain having installed the deep frier in the back kitchen, walked back in the kitchen to find Nora standing over his gas cooker, probably contemplating stealing a piece from one of the pots. “I can tell,” he frowned, “you have the fucking munchies, or what?” Giving her one last glance, as if to tell her, I’m watching you, don’t you fucking dare, Alain then turned his back on her, cutting peppers and tomatoes with less precision than he usually would have had. Good thing about most French food, was that you did not need to watch it closely, unlike those damn pork chops. He trusted Nora not to let these burn. “You can use a fork in the drawer to your left,” he paused, “to flip the pork chops, not eat them.” In the meantime, he would have time to season his couscous and add the vegetables he just cut, to the pot. 

“I’m here to eat.” Nora answered when Alain asked about the current state of her hunger. Why else did she come all the way here if it wasn’t to completely devour all the meat she’d gotten him. Sighing as she looked down at the pork, Nora wondered if it was a challenge and if she could accept the challenge. Nora had never responded well to people telling her what to do, and right now that made her want to stick her hand in the pan and grab the meat to eat…. Use the fork? Oh that was a good idea, it would probably burn her hands. Only now he said it wasn’t for eating. Nora let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the forks and flipping the pork. “They are ready to be eaten.” She insisted. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell. Thank you for clarifying this for me,” Alain raised his eyebrows at himself, blinking in complete disbelief. Why did he even allowed her to get here, in his house. This place was supposed to be a shelter for me, a safe haven, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had a guest. “Are they?” Pursing his lips, he glanced over her shoulder. “Ok. Let’s get some plates, I’ll go get the fries out,” getting two plates out of the cupboard, he left once again and came back with way too much fries for two. Then she looked like she could eat like an ogre. Looked, no, she sounded like she could eat like an ogre. She was very thin, and he wondered how she could stay in shape if she ate this much. “A table, then,” he motioned her to follow him to the dining room with a nod of his head. 

Nora thought that Alain was being sarcastic, since all the messages she’d ever sent him before coming over had something to do with eating. Finally it was time to eat. Nora helped pick things up, and carry them over to the table her stomach rumbling all the while. She sat down on a seat, crossing her legs underneath her then immediately pulled a piece of cooked pork and stuck it in her mouth. Chewing as if the world would end when she stopped, Nora looked around his dining room. It didn’t look like he hosted many people in here. “Yum.” She said, finally swallowing and then grabbing another piece of pork. It was more cooked then she was used to, but who was she to complain. She had food! 

Alain was still struggling with grasping properly his knife when he noticed Nora eating with her bare hands. “Damn, who raised you?” This was not his kindest comment, but these were certainly the worst table manners he had seen in a while, and that included fighters at the ring. If he tried his best to strip himself of the etiquette he had been told to follow as a child, he had trouble to let those go when it came to food. And now he had trouble finding his appetite, watching Nora eat all this like her life depended on it. “Bon appetit, I suppose,” she was just making him feel anxious. He took a sip of water to calm himself down, but that did not really work. And so he kept staring at her for a while, eventually leaving the table to head back in his kitchen. Nope, this was not okay. He did not like having people over, he did not like bad table manners, and his kitchen was a complete mess. Rubbing his face, he tried to gather his thoughts. For how long was she going to be staying here? Maybe he could kick her out ? What was he saying ? He could not do anything too fast with his medicine, or he’d end up dizzy and rushing to the bathroom to vomit. Why couldn’t he meet nice, normal people? Why did it always have to be the weirdos? He had hoped that she would calm down once she would have something to eat, but she was still acting like an animal. 

“My dads.” Nora managed to answer the question between mouthfuls of meat being shoveled over and over into her mouth. Every now and then she’d get some of the side food in there too, and she had to admit that it tasted okay too. But she liked the meat the most. Eventually she noticed that Alain wasn’t eating himself. Eventually he even got up and left the kitchen. Did… he not eat? Nora wondered. She started piling a bunch of the meat and a few of the sides on a plate, grabbed his utensils and followed him into the mess of his kitchen. “You forgot to eat.” She mumbled, shoving the plate of food towards him. 

Alain sat down on the counter and rubbed at his face, sighing heavily. Maybe he was just disappointed, upset. This must have been it. Nora still seemed like a nice person, and she probably was a nice person, when you put aside her weird eating manners and her hunger, which was what brought her here. She was lucky he was too a bit odd, and too nice to tell her to fuck off. Maybe he just appreciated the company. He was breathing with his abdomen when she entered the kitchen with his plate in her hands. Yes, she probably was a nice person. And now he felt bad for leaving like that. “Thanks. I needed a moment to myself,” he forced himself to smile, which made him look like he wasn’t sure whether he was happy or not that she was here. “I’m glad you didn’t forget to bring me my fork and knife,” his own comment made him scoff. “Let’s get back in the living room,” he glanced to the things on the stove. “If you’re still hungry, one of those is gonna be ready in 30 minutes.”

“My dads told me people should use them.” Nora answered. She never understood the appeal. They were more work to get the food to the end goal. She supposed people were just weird like that. She followed Alain murmuring under her breath that she was always hungry. Thirty minutes was a long time to wait for food, but she would wait. She would wait and she would eat the rest of the food with as much vigor and verocity as she had the rest of it. It was, after all, very good.