vatheon | 17 ♐ I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you

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17 ♐ I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you

Who: Darkleer and Disciple
When: Wednesday, noon-ish
Where: Places! Around town
Status: Closed
Style: Action

[A message is sent to her, not too long before noon.]

D --> If you are not too busy
D --> I was perhaps thinking that we could
D --> Have lunch together
D --> Or talk
D --> Or some such thing.
D --> Only if you are not not otherwise preoccupied of course.
D --> I would not want to be a bother

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I wasn't laughing.

[Even if he is still smiling as he gestures for the server to bring some milk..]

I was coughing.

Oh, coughing, is that what that was? Okay...

[Same mischievous grin.]

Did that come from choking on all the laughter?

[He adjusts his hand so that it is ~~discretely~~ covering his mouth.]

Not at all. My throat is simply dry. Can't a troll simply cough?

[Oh my! A back and forth! She was having a wonderful time, the smile on her face is quite evident.]

Nope!

[She flashes an especially silly grin.]

Not allowed.

You are only allowed to laugh at Disciple making a fool of herself. Because, let us be honest, it was funny...

Rude.

[It is a fitting grin for her, because she is being especially silly right now. After just a little hesitation, he lowers his hand.]

I wouldn't want to be improper.

Well, we would not want that, now, would we?

Okay then, new rule.

[Because that is how this works, right?]

If your moirail does something silly, it is no longer considered improper to laugh. Which should not come up much- because a refined and delicate flower such as myself never does anything silly.

Of course not. You are truly a proper gentletroll.

[This is definitely how it works, Darkleer is pretty sure. He also doesn't know, so. Take that as you will.]

Laughter then. Now perhaps you'll want to try something that is not so spicy?

Quite.

[She somehow attempts to mimic a curtsy while sitting.]

Now... Yes, though, the spicy was good. Expecting the spice this time, and moderation, will make that more tolerable. Well now, Maybe some of this one...

[She tears another chunk and scoops a small amount of what appears to be a crumbly cheese. Disciple samples it, a bit more carefully then the previous attempt. It is an interesting taste, the cheese itself is fairly mild and uneventful, and actually serves to kill some of the sting of the spicy kitfo that was still lingering in her mouth. Almost as if it was meant for that exact purpose... almost.]

Not bad, not bad. I think this one will make the red, spicy, meaty stuff easier to eat.

[Almost.]

Hopefully. I wouldn't want to make this an unbearable meal for you.

[As for himself, he's trying a bit of everything, in his own patient way. Just one by one, sticking to everything he knows doesn't include meat. Fortunately that includes a nice chunk of it.]

Oh please, I could be being fed a tasteless, dry, gruel right now and you being here would make it bearable. The fact that the food is actually good, so far, is icing on the proverbial cake.

[She stops to give him a grin, and then was on to trying the green, leafy stuff with a bit of the bread.]

...Really?

[That's one of the most romantic things anyone has said to him.]

I, ah, am quite pleased that I produce such a reaction then.

[Green leafy stuff, not bad at all!]

It is like you said during our little moirallegiance talk.

[She says gesturing at him with a new bit of bread.]

I would not lie to you about something important like that. I like you, and you are stuck with me, I am afraid.

[As punctuation to her sentence she scoops up a bit more of the spicy kitfo, and sprinkles a little of the crumbly cheese on it, and takes a bite.]

I think I have been stuck with you for far longer than I ever realized.

[Maybe his mistake was not looking for her after exile. What sort of things would have changed if he had? Would he have come to his senses sooner? Regardless, he looks back down at the food with a fond smile. Leafy green stuff is his.]

Is there anything you ever wondered about myself, then?

[She just smiles a toothy grin at his first statement. Words were not needed. She was a hunter after all, and when she had her sights on something, she did not like to give up the chase.]

[The question though, that stopped her for a second. There was a lot she wanted to know... but many of those she was not sure was the best topic for her current mood. Talking about their time before, on Alternia tended to make the mood a bit somber.]

Well now... I do actually. There is a lot I always ask myself when thinking of you. I think some of them would be better saved for later.

We will go with something a bit more innocuous. Where did you get your love of hoofbeasts?

[Definitely later... Perhaps when a pile is involved. Mostly he just wants to know about the small things. He's certain he can figure it out given enough time to just watch, but at least they're conversational things. It's a two way street, however, and he wants to show he's aware of that.]

If I had to guess, probably my lusus. He was one, after all. Then I started to learn more about things and realized there was art, and it just seemed to grow, really.

Yes, that is quite understandable. That would be where my interest in pouncebeasts must have originated as well. All those sweeps ago, with my lusus.

[Thinking about her lusus, something she had not had the time to worry about in a long time. Then with a bitter realization realizes she cannot recall what her lusus's name was. Another sad realization: her memories were quite the minefield. It was good she was getting some nice happy, healthy, positive memories in this place.]

So that one was easy. How about... What is your favorite thing to drink? Do you actually like all the tea I force at you? [She laughs.] Or is there something else Darkleer likes?

It's not that uncommon. I've known quite a few trolls that have taken on traits similar to their lusus or grown fond of that kind of creature. It's simply something that happens when one is raised by beasts.

[Trust him, he knows.]

I don't have anything really against tea... I suppose I like it well enough. I tend to prefer coffee, however. It helps wake me up somewhat. I suppose you are quite the fan of tea, however. Nepeta certainly seems to be.

[She nods in response to the talk of lusii. It was rather obvious in hindsight.]

Oh, I wish you would have told me something. I could have been making you coffee all this time. I only started drinking tea because of Nepeta. I really do like it, do not get me wrong, but only kept making it when you were over because I thought you loved it as well.

[A laugh. Then, fishing for info.]

So... is there a particular flavor of coffee you prefer?

I suppose I did like it somewhat once, but tastes change. As I said, I have nothing against it.

[Except chamomile. Chamomile will always filled him with guilt. It is ruined now.]

Well... I recently found a rather nice blend that uses French Vanilla and is good with a bit of milk...

That is good to know then. I will have to obtain some. Then I can make that for the next time you come over.

[She smiles pleasantly.]

Perhaps...

[That isn't him absentmindedly tearing apart his bread. He's just. Torn. On what to pick up next. Yeah.]

Perhaps next time you could visit. Possibly.

Oh, I do not know...

Last time I was there, I was attacked by a figment of my own imagination.

I mean if you get that all sorted out, I suppose I could pop on over...

[She laughs and tears off a next chunk of the bread. She was really starting to get a liking of this stuff.]

No, but in all seriousness, I would love to. It has been awhile since I have been over there.

Oh dear. I...

[He really is falling for it, sincerely worried. After all, that had not been a particularly pleasant curse to go through. Even he had been somewhat twitchy after it. When he realizes she had been playing with him, Darkleer ducks his head down and becomes extremely involved in his drink.]

Oh. Lovely, then. Ah, could you... come through my room window?

[What? That one catches her a little off guard.]

Wait... your window?

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