hungry for food before work [gilbert+roderich]

Gilbert was a bit late for his work, but he figured it wouldn't matter much. The mess the workers in there made could wait to be cleaned anyway. As long as it would be clean the next day it was all good. Honestly though, Gilbert wondered sometimes what the hell was going on in those kitchens, what a mess! He cleaned this place two to three times a day and every time he returns he needs to clean almost the exact same mess, over and over.
Hoping he'd get done with the kitchen fast today, he had to clean the bathrooms and the rest of the restaurant too after all, he sighed and entered the kitchen. Luckily, at this time of the day nobody should be around. It was night time already after all. Gilbert figured that he could sneak some food out with him without anyone noticing, he was starving!

Walking inside the supposedly empty kitchen he was relieved it wasn't as bad a mess as it was around midday. Unless they started shoving the food under the tables.
Hearing his tummy rumble, complaining at the lack of food it was digesting, he decided they could miss out on an apple or two in the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. Though, just when he was about to open it, he heard a noise from behind him and he stopped dead in his tracks. Who could be out there right now? This way he'd starve to death! Well, probably not death, but he would be starving longer! He didn't want to be caught in the act.
"Hey, nobody's supposed to be around here at this time!" Gilbert shouted towards the direction the noise was coming from. He really hoped it wasn't a food burglar. Or something. Not that he was doing the same thing or anything.

Walking towards the noise he noticed a man making what seemed like a dessert and waited for the other to answer. Luckily it wasn't a burglar or a thief, but one of the chefs that worked here.

This time he was going to do it, Roderich thought. He’s had a pastry design in his head for a while now, and today was the perfect opportunity. He had practically begged (although, he would never call it begging since that would be too low for his morals) for the keys, and now he was here, in the kitchens, at night time. It was awfully quiet, without the usual pots and pans clanging and banging, the usual shouts from the master chef or the waiter who gave orders from the customers. When all his co-workers had left, he had briefly felt like he was the king of the kitchens now, and he could do what he wanted. Being a rational man, and quite tired from work, he suppressed that feeling and set out to work. After sweeping a broom through the place and cleaning the table he would work on (he knew others would clean the place but he just couldn’t work in a messy kitchen), he put down the ingredients he needed and started to work.

‘Come on…’ Roderich was completely lost in his creation. After he had gotten the sponge cake from the oven, he had been hunched over the to-be-pastry, and everywhere on the table there were pieces of discarded sponge cake, chocolate crisps, fondant and even smudges of glazing and whipped cream. Working on an especially delicate part of his newest masterpiece, Roderich didn’t even notice the disruption in the quietness of the kitchens. With the tip of his tongue stuck out of his mouth, he cut a new slice in the fondant, which he quickly filled with whipped cream and glazed over with glazing. He straightened himself a bit, wiping his brow, complimenting himself on a job well done.
Moving his small knife over to the next part, he suddenly heard someone shouting. This came so suddenly that Roderich bit the tip of his tongue, that he had stuck out of his mouth again, and his knife came dangerously close to cutting off a vital part of his pastry. Quickly removing the sharp object from his creation, he turned towards the noise, wondering who could’ve snuck in at this time- Oh. If he wasn’t mistaking, it was the man who was on cleaning duty. Not that he was hard not to notice, with that white hair and surprisingly red eyes.

Still feeling his tongue sting, he told the other man: ‘Well, no need to shout like that! I am merely making a pastry. And you nearly made me ruin my creation, you buffoon!’ He stood up from his high stool to face the other man, who was approaching him.