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[yelloweyesdarksomething]

WHO: the Monster in the Darkness and OPEN
WHERE: Just inside the front doors of the MAC
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: adorableness?
SUMMARY: Monster is offering anybody who enters, leaves or passes by the MAC
FORMAT: TAGGER’S CHOICE



The Monster had made stew. And it was terrible. Okay, it wasn’t that terrible, but no one could say it was a particularly good bowl of stew. But it was edible! Mostly.

The problem was, he had made too much of it. If he was back home, he’d be able to eat all that stew no problem, but he wasn’t back home, and his tiny kid’s stomach couldn’t take all that stew. He kept leftovers when he made stew and lived on it for days, but today he had forgotten he already had leftovers.

The stew was hot and totally yummy, he thought, so maybe other people would like it. Yeah, that’s it!

On Saturday afternoon he grabbed the really big pot of stew (enhanced strength helps with that), and brought it to just inside the main doors of the MAC, with paper bowls. He stood by it with his umbrella and looking like a very darkness-free cheerful kid, very enthusiastically offering it to anybody who came by.

The next day he still had some left so he heated it up and brought it down again.

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[yelloweyesdarksomething]

He looked a bit disappointed that weird eyebrow guy didn't want any, but when he spoke his excitement crept in. "I um, kinda made another pot when I still had some left from last time. So I thought, 'this might make people happy!'"

[notadartboard]

Sanji acknowledged his enthusiasm with a shrug. "There's a lot of folks out there who go without food almost every day," he noted. "Feeding the hungry ought to make them pretty happy." He tucked his hands into his coat pockets and stood there smoking thoughtfully for a moment. He remembered what seemed like ages ago, taking uneatenn food from the kitchen of a jazz club and giving it to the homeless who sat vigil along his route. They were always grateful no matter what the shape or condition of the food. Sanji closed his eyes and tipped his head back, remembering the sharp pangs of hunger as well. "It's a real shame, in a place like this with restaurants on every corner," he mused, "that people still go hungry. One man can't look after them all, but one man can still make a difference in a few lives for a day."

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"Ohhh, that's a good point, Mister. Being hungry sucks."

The Monster knew hunger. Not intimately, not starvation - but he was always hungry. Maybe it was something to do with his species. Maybe he just needed to eat more than everybody. But eating - that was something that defined his life. Because he remembered how nice it was for people to give him food, and he wanted to pass that on.

"Maybe we should find them people to feed them?"

[notadartboard]

Sanji opened his eyes and regarded the kid. "There's probably a few right on this very street. You know, the homeless guys who sit on the sidewalk and beg?" He tipped his head toward the door in indication. "I'm on my way to the market, myself. But don't let that stop you."

He would be pleased if he came back later to find out his advice was taken. Sanji himself was taking a day out of each week to volunteer to cook at a soup kitchen, but he knew they wouldn't take donated food. Once made, it was better to give it directly to the hungry.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"Oh, thanks mister!"

Monster considered it, peering out the doors and glancing back at his stew. There were people who would really like some, huh? Well, as long as everybody was happy! He went to grab a few bowls.