[is strohl going to nosily check the baggage claim?
well, guess what, essek is already there trying to figure out if he wants to put his whole twink wizard ass in through the rubbery flaps, frumpkin included.]
[Undercooked is too chaotic, and they will get hit by a car in the middle of their conversation, so they are now in....... Hooters because Strohl gets to suffer being in Hooters........ You're welcome.
He has brought Frumpkin along with him, though. Or, correction, Frumpkin has followed him in.]
[ he looks at the lobster servers with the aura of exhaustion you might expect from leon strohl, then waves his hand and steps right past them towards the kitchen area like he owns the place... someone has been busy in this kitchen because its one of the least abnormal ones......
that makes him laugh, though, clearly amused. ] Don't worry, I'd be the last to judge. You ought to have seen me the first time I ate redgrass roasted bidou. Tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't stop eating it.
[ metaphor white TM
his emotions are extremely fond as he says this, and he pops back out of the kitchen with a tupperware container under his arm. ] Coney roast it is then. Shouldn't take too long to heat back up, so thank you for your patience in advance.
[ which he will go start to take care of. instead of hooters meals you get strohl food today because he's a fussy mama bird in his heart, and there's curiosity peeking through as he glances at essek over his shoulder where he's getting set up. ]
...By the way - thank you, for looking after Vi, all these weeks. I'm a bit jealous. [ teasing. ]
[The vibes are this amuses Essek but he is the type of person who has been bred by a society full of social etiquette and mystique, so he is trying to pretend not to be amused.]
Perhaps no redgrass roasted bidou for me then.
[To wait for Strohl, he decides to sit nearby within earshot. The feelings are something similar to regret, maybe failure. He waves a hand dismissively.]
I don't think I really did much of anything in that regard. She is very set in her ways. Worse, I think, because she did not have her friends.
anyway. he feels those feelings - there's something very empathetic in his own, and he huffs, shoulders drooping a bit. ]
She is. [ set in her ways. stubborn. ] ... Though, if there's a single person in this place more stubborn than she is, it might be myself.
[ genuinely she and strohl are the same person so it's probably for the better; there's a faint hint of warmth, a soft chuckle. ]
She speaks highly of you, though, so I'd not count yourself out too much. Sometimes, a listening ear and advice's what you need to get your mind moving in the right direction.
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well, guess what, essek is already there trying to figure out if he wants to put his whole twink wizard ass in through the rubbery flaps, frumpkin included.]
w5, sunday
He has brought Frumpkin along with him, though. Or, correction, Frumpkin has followed him in.]
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over his shoulder though, with an easy smile; ]
You alright with spicy food, Thelyss? Or no?
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I haven't eaten a lot of spicy foods, so I can only assume I would wither and die right in front of you. Perhaps... mildly spicy.
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that makes him laugh, though, clearly amused. ] Don't worry, I'd be the last to judge. You ought to have seen me the first time I ate redgrass roasted bidou. Tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't stop eating it.
[ metaphor white TM
his emotions are extremely fond as he says this, and he pops back out of the kitchen with a tupperware container under his arm. ] Coney roast it is then. Shouldn't take too long to heat back up, so thank you for your patience in advance.
[ which he will go start to take care of. instead of hooters meals you get strohl food today because he's a fussy mama bird in his heart, and there's curiosity peeking through as he glances at essek over his shoulder where he's getting set up. ]
...By the way - thank you, for looking after Vi, all these weeks. I'm a bit jealous. [ teasing. ]
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Perhaps no redgrass roasted bidou for me then.
[To wait for Strohl, he decides to sit nearby within earshot. The feelings are something similar to regret, maybe failure. He waves a hand dismissively.]
I don't think I really did much of anything in that regard. She is very set in her ways. Worse, I think, because she did not have her friends.
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anyway. he feels those feelings - there's something very empathetic in his own, and he huffs, shoulders drooping a bit. ]
She is. [ set in her ways. stubborn. ] ... Though, if there's a single person in this place more stubborn than she is, it might be myself.
[ genuinely she and strohl are the same person so it's probably for the better; there's a faint hint of warmth, a soft chuckle. ]
She speaks highly of you, though, so I'd not count yourself out too much. Sometimes, a listening ear and advice's what you need to get your mind moving in the right direction.
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She does...? I mean, I don't... mind. I just never thought I offered her anything remotely helpful is all, ear or not.
[But the vibes feel like - he's glad. Still bewildered, but glad at least.]