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Damien felt like he was adjusting well to dorm life, he was meeting a good set of fellow students, attending his classes and even joining a few clubs, albeit reluctantly. All in all, it wasn't that bad, even his room was starting to feel more comfortable than anything else, going home for the summer seemed like more of a bother than anything else.

There was however, one thing that just made the whole thing unsavory, the constant trips to the cafeteria and eating jollymeal after jollymeal. The hound would sit there and poke at his growling nuggets with a bored expression, not really eating it at all. A home cooked meal was something they all needed every once in awhile.

And for those who don't cook, it was indeed a far away dream. He would sit there and daydream about sinking his teeth in a cooked piece of meat smothered in a rich sauce, even if raw squirrel meat was both plentiful and delicious.

damien was indeed getting fed up and frustrated over the lack of a hot, prepared meal and decided that enough was enough, even if he can't cook, he had to at least try. And after a small trek to the monster dorms open kitchen, and staring at the variety of produce and meat products that awaited him, he felt so lost. And his stomach choose to rumble at the time to as a grin reminder.

Lost and hungry. It was enough to make even the hellhound whine and paw at the stove for a miracle to plop into the skillet.

All Demi heard was the wrong phrases, not even seeing the slabs of meat by the Tatzels side. All he heard was roasting on the fire, and being the tastiest supper ever. Oh no, oh Jack no he wasn't.

"WHAT?!" he crieds out in shock, whirling around to grab a sheet pan to block his chest with. How many times was she going to try to cook and eat him? she didn't try that during the prom afterall. And then the gears in his head were spinning. It only happens when they were alone! He was sure that Levi was some kind of student mass murderer, eating their remains. And it scared him pretty bad.

"No, no I dont taste good, I'm all stringy and not tenderized!" he yelled back, hoping to make himself as unappetizing as can be.

Demi lost all manner of cognitive thought when the unassuming tatzel decided to show her true intentions for once. He never expected her to admit it, considering the other moments like this, but it was only the two of them, soon to be just one and a slab of dog meat.

"Oh Jack."

Damien eyes simply just flicked in between his normal green, to a darker shade as the growl that came out of his mouth warned of irritation of a caged animal. "Don't touch meh, yuh creepy student.' he bit back, using a nearby carrot on the counter as a type of weapon.

It would stab with its vitamin C, and he would make sure it worked. "Go find sumone else t' cook, like Nuk." he barked back to the ghoul, at least hoping her lust for meat would go after the skinwalkers build rather than his own.

The captured hellhound was not enjoying the entrapment nor the passive aggressive goading by the tatzel, his fangs were bared and snarling was plentiful. There should be a rule against the tailhugs, and eating fellow students and there probably was.

But the hound's patience was short once with this personality in charge as he howled out in irritation and proceeded to stab the pointier end of the vegetable into the tail like a rope that needed to be cut in order to escape.

"I said t' let meh go!" he barked back with much heat as the hairs on his neck bristled and his ears tilted back from the action. "I jackin' swear y'ur gun'ta end up in a tatzel tail soup by th' end of tha day!" he gritted out after a few more moments of struggling and more carrot stabbing.

Damien didn't hear much of anything, all it was, were a series of mewls and hisses.

Except the word steak. his ears shot up at the simple word and stopped him in his green eyed fury or carrot stabbings. He was so engrossed in his rage for levi to let him go that he didn't notice the smell of freshly butchered meat hanging in the air and assaulting his nostrils with its beefy aroma.

"Did you say steak?" he asked blankly, the hard green edge to his eyes went away in a heartbeat as he proceeded to sniff at the packaged meat products with his tail sweeping at the ground. It was hard to hate Levi when she had steak flanks nearby.

STEAK.

STEAK STEAK.
FSTEEEEEAAAAKKKKK.

there was No way he was going to let the long tailed ghoul get away with the luscious cuts of meat without him in tow. "Grilled steak?" he moaned out already imagining how it would look and taste, he could practically taste the buttery-ness and smokiness of the cut of beef on his tongue.

The eager hound grabbed onto Levi with a vicelike grip that even she could feel proud of. "I want, can I have, can I help?" he asked without thinking it through, it would mean being stuck in close proximity with the tatzel and the tail that tries to cut off his air supply, but he couldn't let the opportunity pass him by.

It was for the noms, he had to keep telling himself that. For sweet, delicious Noms, he would bargain with the cat devil.

Demi had no idea where Levi was leading him, all he saw was steak steak and more steak that needed to get into his belly. Somewhere inside he knew they were heading to a place to cook it, but he didn't realize it would be in the belly of the beast, the tatzel's room.

"I know of a couple of ways, other than raw, bloody noms." There really wasn't anything wrong with just tearing into it sans cooking, but every once in awhile, it had to be..... special. "I like mine in a mushroom sauce, smothered in gravy." he stated back, just imagining how good it would be.

"Once in a while Levi, not that good of a cook." he admitted unbashfully, normally whatever he made became overcooked. Still edible yes but a bit chewy."So how are you going to prep them?" he asked before they stepped into her quarters, and grimaced at the sweet smell that assaulted his nose that made it twitch and itch.

Sure he loved candy, but not that much to live with its scent. "Uh.... Jack, that's strong."

Take the sugary sweet smell of cotton candy and roll it in a full bushel of candy corn and that was the smell. He didn't want to ask what was in the jar, he just did not. want. to know.

"Much better, thanks." he said gratefully to his noses delight. and didn't move when Levi brought out the knives, he wasn't sure if she was taking lessons from Shun or what. "Sounds right Lev," he gave it some thought, a nice spread of meat dishes was just what he needed.

He took the knife by the handle that was ever so kindly offered to him with a bit of a flourish. "I'm ok with a knife, i still got all my fingers and paws." he said in reply to her smirk. "I just hope you can keep up."