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Elsie

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Three days have passed since Elsie last saw the sun. If she went out right now, she'd likely just get blinded. Her room is a cluttered mess, with lewd anime girl posters halfheartedly pinned to the walls, dirty clothes littering the floor, and a faint spicy smell lingering in the air. It isn't overpowering at all, nor was it enough to make a nose scrunch up. But it's definitely noticeable. Grrr... Elsie's stomach grumbles as she goes about her twentieth replay of Metal Gear Solid 3. She doesn't even remember whether or not she's had breakfast. Hell, Elsie doesn't even know what time of day it is. 'Hnnng...' Elsie groans before pausing the game and hopping off of her unmade bed, shuffling out of her room, through the hall, and past Jij who's sitting in the living room, finally entering the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, Elsie's small hands grab a stick of butter, an entire carton of eggs, and.......that's it. Elsie doesn't have the faintest idea of how to cook. And all of the dishes were...Elsie's eyes drift around the kitchen before landing on the cabinets up above. The place where Jij keeps all of the cookware. It's also somewhere Elsie can't reach without some sort of stool. '...' The coloring on Elsie's cheeks develops to a fine, dusty pink as she gets hit with another consequence of her height. 'Jij!' Elsie calls out from the kitchen. 'Roooommmie!' Elsie practically whines before stomping out of the kitchen and into the living room. The girl comes to a stop right in front of Jij, still holding the stick of butter and an entire carton of eggs in her hand. 'Make me a snack!' Elsie demands in what almost sounds like a plea. The entire time she has that same smug grin on her face. She knows that Jij will make her something to eat with enough prodding.