Occasionally, the prisoners were put to work around the camp, cutting the grass, cleaning up, serving in the mess hall. Sometimes the prisoners even acted as guards, if they desperately needed to make up the numbers. It was very similar to when he was in the army barracks, so Arthur didn't really complain. But there was one thing nobody ever gave Arthur - cooking duty.
It became clear, after only one cooking duty, that he was almost cursed. Whenever he even touched a kitchen utensil, the likelehood of it catching on fire goes up exponentially. He still refuses to believe it's his fault though, prefering to blame it on the German materials he has to work with.
But today, someone had decided to give him kitchen duty. Someone who, obviously, had a death wish or more likely, didn't know he was so terrible. Well, he had to, he supposed, do it. Might be a laugh.
He strolled over to the kitchen at 17h, hands in his pockets and knocked at the door. "Arthur Kirkland, reporting for duty, sir." He grinned, waiting to see who the guard would be and what face they would pull when they saw who it was who had come to assist them.
It became clear, after only one cooking duty, that he was almost cursed. Whenever he even touched a kitchen utensil, the likelehood of it catching on fire goes up exponentially. He still refuses to believe it's his fault though, prefering to blame it on the German materials he has to work with.
But today, someone had decided to give him kitchen duty. Someone who, obviously, had a death wish or more likely, didn't know he was so terrible. Well, he had to, he supposed, do it. Might be a laugh.
He strolled over to the kitchen at 17h, hands in his pockets and knocked at the door. "Arthur Kirkland, reporting for duty, sir." He grinned, waiting to see who the guard would be and what face they would pull when they saw who it was who had come to assist them.
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