Pancakes

[hellshaped]

Who: Hellboy and YOU
What: Hellboy (on a loss) desires pancakes. He probably could use some help.
When: Lunchtime, prime pancake time
Where: Kitchen
Rating: the babyest rating possible, he is a baby
Note: Prose or actionspam, I'll follow your lead!

Hellboy had been enjoying his time back in the castle. The snow was fun, and he managed to avoid all the weird people so far, since mostly he'd been hanging out with Molotov or exploring the grounds.

But he was getting hungry.

So, if anyone were to step inside the kitchen, they might notice that every inch of it seems to be dusted in a fine powder of flour. There are also broken eggs scattered about, some chocolate chips on the floor, and an open container of milk just sitting on the counter.

The culprit is probably this little red person with horns and a tail, who has found a footstool and is standing over the stove with a skillet in his massive right hand. By the almost cartoonish way he is scratching his head, it should be pretty obvious he's trying to figure out how to turn on the burners.

Children and stoves are probably not a very good idea. And when the child in question is this messy, it's probably the worst idea ever.

Comments

[atrophied]

Wishing for things is lazy and thankless [ and what House does every day ] but food's an exception. Wish for the food next time before you burn us all down.

[hellshaped]

[He frowns, placing his hands on his hips.]

I wasn't going to burn anything down. But fine. If you're going to be mean about it.

[atrophied]

You haven't seen mean yet. Ask any of my students. [ Student. Only the one survives. ]

[hellshaped]

Are you a teacher? My father is a professor, but he doesn't teach at a school or anything.

[atrophied]

I'm a doctor.

[ When the pancake batter bubbles, he flips it over. The cool way. Grabbing the pan and tossing the pancake up. Because he's super cool. And needs to show off even to little kids. y e a h. ]

[hellshaped]

Like a scientist doctor? Or a people doctor?

[House, please ...

Fortunately, Hellboy is extremely impressionable and easily impressed at this age. He gapes a little, eyes wide.]

Wow...

[atrophied]

A sickness doctor. [ Because eff people B( ]

[hellshaped]

So people only go to you if they're sick? I never get sick, so I don't have to go to sickness doctors.

[atrophied]

People only go to me if they're dying. Or likely to. I only take on the cases no one else can solve.

[hellshaped]

You're a sickness doctor detective!! That's even better.

[atrophied]

[ Okay. He likes this kid. ]

And the very best too.

[hellshaped]

[Kid Hellboy is simply the best kid there is.]

That's really neat! You could be solving some sicknesses right now instead of making pancakes for me, so you must like kids a whole lot.

[atrophied]

I'm on vacation.

[ Because there are no mysterious conditions being reported sob ]

[hellshaped]

... oh.

Then did you go to the beach room? That's a good place for a vacation.

[atrophied]

I've been. There. [ He'll flip the pancake on the plate and hand it over. ] You found the syrup?

[hellshaped]

Oh! Yes.

[Look at this syrup, it's practically as big as his head. He is so small...]

[atrophied]

Don't eat it all in one. I hate choking patients. [ Whether he means the adjective or the verb... ]

[hellshaped]

Yes sir! [He gives a little salute at that, because Hellbaby is cute and grew up on a military base. He also doesn't get the double meaning, because... child...]

Are you going to have some too?