After their first night sleeping at Beacon Academy in their, surprisingly spacious, dorm, Mal then wakes up 4 am in the morning. Now to most, this sounds like something only a hardcore military man would say, however, when one used to live in an apartment that doubled as a cafe and is one of the only two residents that knew how to cook, the ability to wake up this early is suddenly not only a possibility but a necessity. Especially when he had to go to school later that day.
However, now that he is in a new world, waiting up at this hour seems out of place, however, he's not suddenly gonna change his schedule since it helped him consistently perform well anyways.
Mal jumps off his bed and looks at the fridge only to shudder at the fact that the only food his teammates had on hand were instant noodles and a bunch of other preserved foods. Mal couldn't have that, if they were to eat under his lead, they were gonna do it with health in mind.
So he quietly jumps projects a chain and then climbs down Beacon dorm's walls and sneaks towards Fenrir's stables, one that Ozpin had allocated for the meantime sheerly due to his amazement at the discovery of tamed grimms. He then inputs the code, freeing his hound and petting him. He then feels his aura drain out of his circuits, as if Fenrir now subsisted off it when he touched his pet.
Luckily for him, Fenrir feeding was slow enough for his aura to replenish. He then pats Fenrir and says "Boy, we goin shopping for ingredients."
Mal's eyes then shows intrigue when Fenrir's whole body shows up. Not only did it mutate to look more dog-like and less humanoid, even less bone plates were spikes. Not only that, but Fenrir now walked completely on all four, having lost his opposable thumbs and lycan-like leg shapes. He was also slightly smaller as well.
Mal, not really knowing what to think, merely shrugs and then rides his dog to a nearby bullhead. He then takes off his cloak and then puts it on Fenrir to not attract any unwanted attention. Nope! This is not a tamed grimm. This is just a large doggo with funny bone protrusions on it's back... Definitely.
After a lot of sneaking around, knocking out a random civilian who saw Fenrir's face, and buying ingredients, Mal finally returns back to his room all without arousing anyone up. By then, it was 6:10. Looks like he'd have to hurry. Luckily for him, the meat and other ingredients were thawed by this point, so all he had to really do was prepare the ingredients. Not wanting to waste anymore of his own energy, he then tries something since they lacked a knife.
He approaches a sleeping Rogue and then repeatedly says "Mikey needs a knifey."
After the fifth chant, Rogue unconsciously joins in and creates a knife in his sleep. Mal pumps his fist quietly and takes the knife and begins chopping. After an hour of cooking and hypnotizi- I mean asking Rogue nicely for at least 10 other cooking implements, (peeler, frying, etc.)he finally huffs and wipes his forehead as he places down a pot of piping hot chinese style beef and noodle stew.
He then shouts "OHAIYO SEKAI! GOOD MOOOORNING WOOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!" earning a collection of grunts, moans and growls from his teammates.
They then entered the living room as Mal then says "Rise and shine sleepy heads."
Alice grumbles out "Ugh... do we have to?" and then mumbles out "I'm not even in the military anymore..." before sitting down.
Lex and Cenn sat down without too much fuss and Rogue came in last, massaging his arm, saying "My dream was hell weird... It was that chef from Jojo's Strange Journeys(totally not JJBA) Part 4, telling me to make various utensils for him and now my arm is somehow killing me... Ugh..."
Mal just gives everyone a poker face of a smile and then replies to Alice's earlier statement, saying "Of course! First day of school is one of the most important days of school, especially on your social life. As such, I made a meal both healthy and delicious to start the day."
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MiRACLe: Infinite Mindworks (A RWBY story)
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