"I haven't run into him myself yet," Nel said, leaning back against the counter, "but I've been told he's the one who keeps smoking in my kitchen." Late at night or early in the morning, usually, from the way it smelled. He didn't venture up from his laboratory often during the day, unless he was scoping out residents or visiting the library.
Her kitchen. It wasn't technically hers, of course; it was open for use by anyone, but since Nel did the majority of the cooking and cleaning, and stocking, of the kitchen, it was nominally her domain. Others were allowed in, but there were rules.
No Malboros on the table, no trousers no service, and no smoking. Also no discussion of sex acts, body fluids, injuries, or associated nastiness at the table when food is present, a set of rules which expanded every time Szayel found something she hadn't explicitly told him not to do any more.
"With any luck," she said, "he'll try smoking in the library, and then he'll stop being a problem for everyone."
It wasn't like Nel to wish death on someone, but she'd heard nothing redeemable about Hojo, and between that and his reputation, she felt justified in judging him before she'd really met him.
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Date: 2016-01-01 05:50 pm (UTC)Her kitchen. It wasn't technically hers, of course; it was open for use by anyone, but since Nel did the majority of the cooking and cleaning, and stocking, of the kitchen, it was nominally her domain. Others were allowed in, but there were rules.
No Malboros on the table, no trousers no service, and no smoking. Also no discussion of sex acts, body fluids, injuries, or associated nastiness at the table when food is present, a set of rules which expanded every time Szayel found something she hadn't explicitly told him not to do any more.
"With any luck," she said, "he'll try smoking in the library, and then he'll stop being a problem for everyone."
It wasn't like Nel to wish death on someone, but she'd heard nothing redeemable about Hojo, and between that and his reputation, she felt justified in judging him before she'd really met him.