Cooking and entering. (Corvus)

[Nowa]

[?? Fall, 511AV] ((To be filled in later.)) It was one of the rarer times Nowa found himself in human form to get himself some food. He's passed by this house a lot lately, and he hasn't seen a great many people pass by it. Today, at this moment anyway, it was stuck in it's own little street. This lonely little building practically called Nowa, as if waving it's arms and saying "I want company!" The door was locked, though. Nowa got his bag, ate a snack, and came back with his robe on once again to try the door again. It was so lonely, no-one was likely to complain. He didn't even hear anyone inside. He pulled his lock-picking tools out form his pockets within the robe. It wasn't a very complicated lock, but that didn't make it easy. It wasn't the lock to a birdcage for sure. He slid the tools around carefully inside the lock, glaring at it. It wasn't easy, that was for sure. He kept at it for maybe a full minute, then took a break. It was harder then it looked, or maybe Nowa was just having an off day. He focused, this time searching the very aura of the lock. He took his tools, and once again began working at getting it open. With the aura visible, he found it much easier to tell where the pins had to be, though he still had some trouble keeping them all up. He wondered if there was a glue or something he could poke them with to keep them there, but didn't feel like stopping to look for such a thing. After another minute or two, he finally got them all in place. He gave a heavy sigh as he held them there. He turned the lock, slowly, removing the bolt that held the door closed to him. He started jumping around, it worked! after a few leaps and bounds, he took his tools back out and hid them once again in the many pockets of his robes. He opened the door, and went inside. All that work, he wanted a snack. He found the kitchen quickly enough, it was usually the only room he visited. He looked about, not finding anything sitting cooked or prepared. Everything to make something was here, though. He thought about it, and decided to try and prepare something himself. The sad house could use a guest! He got a pan out, he's seen people use it well enough. He just had to figure it out. He looked about, he even had one of those things they held the pan over. What was it called, a stove! He set the pan on the stove, but it was very high. He dragged over a chair, and stood on it. That was much better, now he just needed something to put in it. Did the house have any eggs? It was about then that he heard something else from within the house. He remembered right about then that people don't normally like him being here, but it was too late now. He turned around to face whatever made that sound, afraid of what he'd see. OOCHow's that for a breaking-and-entering? Breaks into your house and wants to cook food. Too bad he doesn't know the stove needs to be on, or how to be quiet about his cooking.