[ it doesn't matter, he will absolutely still be an idiot, and he gives her a little bit of a look from the side, but it's sullen and he lets it go afterward. like yes he should have known.
i could make a joke about her being a uhaul lesbian hes a uhaul male lesbian however what he says instead, is: ]
You're one of my people. [ simple. ] So of course there's one for you.
[ NYEH. he bonks her and she grumbles, but. she'll finally let him scoot away from her and she'll rub at her face. her own emotions are a mess of affection and weariness and that kind of emotional exhaustion that comes from feeling a lot of big things in a short span. ]
Right, yeah. Didn't burn it? [ sorry she had a mental breakdown in the middle of you cooking strohl ]
[ no he gets that. sort of has to. anyway while she's doing this he scoops up a spoonful and the second she opens her mouth shoves it in there. it's delicious. curative coney roast.
OKAY. well, she munches her mouthful with a grouchy look, but. slides off the counter, wipes her face with her hand, and then goes to get two plates. as she does: ]
... Man, I forgot how good your food is. [ she's been living off airport food for SO long ]
I sent a few packages over, but I wasn't sure what would keep... suppose it's probably not the same.
[ the difference between microwave leftovers and fresh strohl food is a canyon. he's picking out all the burnt bits like a neurotic nerd - by the end of it, 75% of the too big batch is still okay, so he'll serve it onto the plates when she brings them over. ]
... The others are going to die. [ muttered under his breath. his meows. ] Nanase's going to turn them all to fish.
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i could make a joke about her being a uhaul lesbian hes a uhaul male lesbian however what he says instead, is: ]
You're one of my people. [ simple. ] So of course there's one for you.
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but also, she doesn't know what to say to this and it really kicks her ass. quietly, she shifts her grip, clinging a little more tightly. and then: ]
You keep saying shit like that and you're really not going to be able to scrub me out.
[ not that she wants him to. he hasn't let her push him away. ]
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Amazing! It's almost like I'm not trying to.
[ idiot. his emotions are so fond, though, even as he says it. he shifts a little, finally, enough to glance back at the pot from before. ]
We ought to eat. Come on.
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Right, yeah. Didn't burn it? [ sorry she had a mental breakdown in the middle of you cooking strohl ]
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Just the more delicate bits. Nothing so much it'll ruin it, but I can remake it if you're willing to wait.
[ the tone implies he knows she's not going to be willing, but he'll ask anyway...... ]
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[ indignant emotions!! don't waste food!! maybe she's a garbage can a little but also there is the emotion of food scarcity. grumbles. ]
Make yourself a new one and I'll eat this one.
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and then waves her off. ]
Go get me two plates.
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OKAY. well, she munches her mouthful with a grouchy look, but. slides off the counter, wipes her face with her hand, and then goes to get two plates. as she does: ]
... Man, I forgot how good your food is. [ she's been living off airport food for SO long ]
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[ the difference between microwave leftovers and fresh strohl food is a canyon. he's picking out all the burnt bits like a neurotic nerd - by the end of it, 75% of the too big batch is still okay, so he'll serve it onto the plates when she brings them over. ]
... The others are going to die. [ muttered under his breath. his meows. ] Nanase's going to turn them all to fish.