ITP: Pots

[daddyhasagun]

[Here is a room. It is rather random and unassuming, except for the fact that it is filled with pots. And crates. And barrels. And lampposts. And strange white flower things. Basically, if you can smash it up, it's in this room.

Kira is perched on a convenient crate and giving herself a manicure. Occasionally, she'll look up and mutter 'Gravity', which smashes some nearby pots, before going back to filing her nails. Perhaps someone should question her training methods.]

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[mordaciousness]

[Not everything is provided by the dressing room. Some things are provided by the beings living in it. In this case, the kitchen smells of fresh herbs and some potent chili. There's a large pot taking up space on the stove, and her back is to the door as she finely chops what some would describe as a mass of rabbit food. Nearby are some glass containers with neat labels, waiting to be filled.

How does it feel to know there's been a Marluxia stocking the pantry?]