Post by DornKoon on Nov 20, 2024 14:03:48 GMT
It was not often that Niels was upset, but it did happen.
When upset, however, he liked to channel this into something constructive instead of wallowing because wallowing was never the solution. Most of the time, this translated into an urge to bake, paint, or knit. He could make cake, cookies, or bread; it did not matter, but the best thing to bake when upset was those with a nice dough he could beat up and kneed.
Thankfully, the school used up a lot of bread daily, and freshly baked bread had the habit of vanishing quickly enough, so Niels was not worried it would go to waste. But just to be on the safe side, he had gotten permission from Professor Xavier. He did not mind, and Niels knew that, but it felt more polite to ask after their last lesson.
So now, Niels was at one of the kitchen counters, kneading a nice-looking bread dough. He separated the big dough into four smaller pieces to make the process easier on his hands. He sighed deeply, taking a moment to dust some more flour onto the surface before he continued. He wore brown pants, an orange/green flannel shirt, and a white apron. The air around him was tense; anyone getting close could feel it. The small birds that so often could be found in the Empath's proximity were nowhere to be seen, not even sitting at one of the windows.
Still, the kitchen smelled of freshly baked bread, as two loaves were already in the oven. The smell was seeping out from the kitchen, snaking its way through the mansion, informing anyone close that something nice was cooking.
When upset, however, he liked to channel this into something constructive instead of wallowing because wallowing was never the solution. Most of the time, this translated into an urge to bake, paint, or knit. He could make cake, cookies, or bread; it did not matter, but the best thing to bake when upset was those with a nice dough he could beat up and kneed.
Thankfully, the school used up a lot of bread daily, and freshly baked bread had the habit of vanishing quickly enough, so Niels was not worried it would go to waste. But just to be on the safe side, he had gotten permission from Professor Xavier. He did not mind, and Niels knew that, but it felt more polite to ask after their last lesson.
So now, Niels was at one of the kitchen counters, kneading a nice-looking bread dough. He separated the big dough into four smaller pieces to make the process easier on his hands. He sighed deeply, taking a moment to dust some more flour onto the surface before he continued. He wore brown pants, an orange/green flannel shirt, and a white apron. The air around him was tense; anyone getting close could feel it. The small birds that so often could be found in the Empath's proximity were nowhere to be seen, not even sitting at one of the windows.
Still, the kitchen smelled of freshly baked bread, as two loaves were already in the oven. The smell was seeping out from the kitchen, snaking its way through the mansion, informing anyone close that something nice was cooking.
