Waylon's not much one for venturing out into the castle these days-- he keeps to the underground lake and sneaks into the kitchen for the sides of meat he finds in the cabinets sometimes. It's usually not cooked, and sometimes it's still frozen solid, but once it's thawed it works perfectly well. And it's not pushed through a tiny slit in a cell door.
This place is not Arkham, but it is still a prison of sorts. The Batman (of a sort) is here too.
He smells the food before he even turns into the kitchen. He can't cook-- never learned well enough, got a taste for raw meat with the chops to handle it too fast. There's a kid puttering around the pot, and there's a whole raw chicken settled on the counter.
He'll take that, thank you very much! When Kubo turns, the chicken is gone and Waylon is cleaning the grease off of his claws.
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Date: 2016-11-28 04:23 pm (UTC)This place is not Arkham, but it is still a prison of sorts. The Batman (of a sort) is here too.
He smells the food before he even turns into the kitchen. He can't cook-- never learned well enough, got a taste for raw meat with the chops to handle it too fast. There's a kid puttering around the pot, and there's a whole raw chicken settled on the counter.
He'll take that, thank you very much! When Kubo turns, the chicken is gone and Waylon is cleaning the grease off of his claws.