Some asshole decided to resurrect some undead angry dragon and tried to destroy everything. It's why we're all up here right now. She ran away at the beginning of all the chaos...
I'd much rather go through it with you than sleep all that time away.
[ it's not his fault, but leo feels guilty anyway. there's nothing to do about it now, so he drops the topic and instead readily pokes his head around the corner when the familiar sight of the cafeteria rolls around. the last time he was here... someone was making a meal out of blood?
while he would normally wonder if that guy would be here again, leo actually doesn't feel like seeing blood right now. ]
Did Gilbert not teach you to make anything? Not even a sandwich?
[It's so...natural to have his fingers laced between Leo's. Sure, his hand was smaller, but in a way he's glad for it. It fits nice, like it was made to be held by his. There's a snort at the sandwich remark. Really?]
Do you think Gilbert would let me near the kitchen if he was around?
[ he's a little hesitant in letting go of elliot's hand, but he does it anyway and goes to sit at one of the nearer tables to the kitchen, chin propped on his palms. ]
[Grumbling under his breath Elliot reluctantly takes his hand back, only to hurry off to make his servant a sandwich. Is this what the world has come to?
At least he can make a sandwich though. That's one thing he's managed to learn how to do. It's nothing fancy - just peanut butter, jam and toast all put together and cut haphazardly in half on a diagonal. He returns soon enough, setting the plate and in turn his offering before Leo.]
[ apparently it has come to this... leo sitting here while his master is off in the kitchen making him a meal. a tiny part of him feels a little guilty for this, but it's nice to be able to sit here and have an excuse to simply watch elliot fumble around the kitchen. it's cute. it doesn't feel like home, but maybe it's better for them to be here, than back home.
he perks up when elliot returns with his sandwich. it's sloppy and crude, and leo pokes at it with a finger before looking back up at elliot. ]
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[ how could he forget... the cat... ]
Why don't you know if she's alive? Where are you staying now? What happened?
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Some asshole decided to resurrect some undead angry dragon and tried to destroy everything. It's why we're all up here right now. She ran away at the beginning of all the chaos...
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That sounds horrible.
Sorry I wasn't there to help... Is Gilbert with you?
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[And as for his brother...]
He's resting. He used Raven down there and so he's tired.
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[ ... he squeezes elliot's hand. ]
I'm glad you're safe.
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I'm glad that you didn't have to experience it.
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[ it's not his fault, but leo feels guilty anyway. there's nothing to do about it now, so he drops the topic and instead readily pokes his head around the corner when the familiar sight of the cafeteria rolls around. the last time he was here... someone was making a meal out of blood?
while he would normally wonder if that guy would be here again, leo actually doesn't feel like seeing blood right now. ]
Did Gilbert not teach you to make anything? Not even a sandwich?
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Do you think Gilbert would let me near the kitchen if he was around?
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[ i mean. those are not unfounded worries. ]
Do you know how to boil an egg?
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[Annoying!! Brother!! Gilbert Nightray!!]
Actually I do, thank you very much! I can make a very good hard boiled egg, Leo.
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Did Gilbert actually let you go near a stove?
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[Which means he didn't know that Elliot could boil an egg. Incredible, secret knowledge.]
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Why were you boiling eggs away from home, then?
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[Huff.]
Not that it matters...he's gone too.
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Now make me that sandwich.
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That's what you want? It won't be very good.
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[He's just...going to get a little huffy...but it's Fine. It's Fine...]
If you die from food poisoning it's not my fault.
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[ he's a little hesitant in letting go of elliot's hand, but he does it anyway and goes to sit at one of the nearer tables to the kitchen, chin propped on his palms. ]
Go on, I'll be right here.
[ waiting to get served. ]
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At least he can make a sandwich though. That's one thing he's managed to learn how to do. It's nothing fancy - just peanut butter, jam and toast all put together and cut haphazardly in half on a diagonal. He returns soon enough, setting the plate and in turn his offering before Leo.]
Here.
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he perks up when elliot returns with his sandwich. it's sloppy and crude, and leo pokes at it with a finger before looking back up at elliot. ]
This won't kill me, right?
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[No really, rude bitch? C'mon it's only PB & J!]
Do you need me to taste test it first?