[h3][color=Gold][center]Katarina[/center][/color][/h3]

It wasn’t very long before Katarina woken from her slumber, the sound of her own stomach was enough to rattle the world, her morning left her groggy and irritated so much so she tossed and turned enough to throw her own bed against the wall creating a loud thud. Forced to get up by her own baser instincts the Oni gritted her teeth in frustration and resolved to get some food, the only problem was that she had no idea where the cafeteria was nor did she know anyone well enough to ask. Speaking of people it seemed one of her roommates came and left or was lingering around, the smell of her flesh was unlike anything she had smelled before.  While pondering on what exactly it was that had become her roomie, her stomach growled again reminding the Oni of what was actually important… FOOD! Walking over to the area that would be deemed the kitchen for their room and opened the pantry and fridge and took an inventory count of what they had to call food. Three boxes of pancake mix, two dozen eggs, and assorted meats along with a modest around of bread, Kat sucked her teeth, but grabbed literally everything from their original places and lit the stove. 

“Guess were having a light breakfast today, ” she complained, doing her normal prep work. 

Cooking was something she only really does sober not that being drunk diminished her skills in anyway, though it did cause her to create some weird things. The eggs were made firsts she prepared several omelettes using different combinations of meats, vegetables, cheese and chives; next came the mountain of scrambled eggs her favorite type being plain with salt and pepper and lastly sunny side up. The pancakes she made could touch the ceiling if she didn’t stack them three by three the syrup she used was a mixture of the classic maple, and honey drizzled all across the top.  The entire process didn’t take as long as it would have most people, but to Kat the torment was unbearable, so much so everything was created to be simplistic and easy to be most effective on time. 

“Alright, time to actually eat” Her lips parted giving way to her demonic gullet as she began to swallow her creations at a frightening pace while the smell of fresh cooked breakfast filled the room and hallways.

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