Jean-Paul shook the pan gently, watching as the onions inside started to caramelize. He'd taken some of his first allowance and bought some fresh meat and produce for the kitchen assigned to his dorm, despite the funny looks he received from his mask.
He'd taken it off now, the metal mask retreating into his flesh and revealing the scarred visage that still looked distasteful to him.
'I cannot blame them I suppose, people fear the strange'
Leaving the onions to cook, he started to form the minced beef he'd bought into rough patties, flattening and rounding them off to match the buns.
"Mmmm... people should start smelling the cooking any time now," he mused to himself
Submitted December 24, 2016 at 07:48AM by Picofiori http://ift.tt/2i2uFvh
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