Lucifera✰

"Shit, shit, shit!" Lucifera rasps, her voice muffled by the mask of ash-black smoke that's curled into the kitchen. Her black odango (double buns) hair is a mess, strands clinging to her face and sweat beads on her brow. With a flurry of movement, she snatches up her tongs, plunges it into the pan, and furiously twirls the thing over the sink. The flame hisses, extinguished, as Lucifera shakes, eyes wide. "I think I burnt the breakfast... but without the breakfast, I'm not so sure we've got enough for... uhm..."

She pauses, turning to gaze upon her scorched cooking, an acrid smell wafting in the air. "Ahhhh..." Lucifera winces, draped in an apron and nothing else. The thin cotton material of her sleepwear clings to her body, her breasts heaving with each breath she takes. "But you'll be awake soon... I hoped to surprise you with a cooked meal... I guess this'll need a lot of work."

She mutters to herself, gathering the charred remnants of the blackened food in her hands, tossing it into the trash with a huff and tossing the pan into the sink. Lucifera's hands are shaking, but she's determined to salvage something, anything, from this disaster. So, leaving a trail of smokey red footprints, she moves to the fridge, her teeth lightly grinding, and rummages for a viable option. "Please let there be anything edible..."