( closed ) why do you keep me waiting?

[regives]

Who: leanne (regives) & giovanni rammsteiner (ofobedience)
What: two friends have a totally platonic homemade dinner
When: backdated to some weekend in january
Where: wyver
Warning(s): holds head n.... one....


[ Leanne had spent some time putting into consideration of what to make for their "date", far much more time being put in that than actually mentally preparing herself before embarrassingly inviting him over. Hopefully today won't result in anything similar so she can erase that moment from her memory forever—but that's just wishful thinking, and fortunately she's putting more of her attention on cooking than she is on what's to come.

She's in the last few steps of prep and cooking by the time he arrives. Her immediate reaction to the knock on the door is to smile wide, putting an extra pep to her step as she rushes over to welcome him in. Though ultimately she takes a breath to calm whatever nerves still remained, pulling open the door with a gentle expression. ]

Hey, I'm glad you made it. Was the trip up here alright?

[ Leaving the door open, she gestures for him to come in. ]

The food is almost done, feel free to relax and sit wherever you like.

[ She's only got a couch and small dinner table, but at least he has options? ]

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[ofobedience]

[This isn't what he does, isn't what he's meant for. There's no good reason for him to accept an offer like this, something that feels strange and soft around the edges compared with all the hard angles of what he's accustomed to, and it's for this exact reason that he ought to back away. Because, sooner or later, She'll wake up, he remains sure of it down to the very centre of himself despite how the days trickle on with no sign of her waking yet, and then what will happen? All of this, the small aspects of the day to day world that have been sinking into him since the moment he arrived here - the accumulation of baggage, as it were - will be stripped away and he'll end up back where he's always been, Her six-fingered hand sliding underaround the collar bolted down through flesh and muscle into bone, holding him fast.

He shouldn't do these simple, everyday things, shouldn't engage in it, shouldn't allow himself to be drawn in to the warmth of human connection, but--

--but. Here he is, regardless, dressed carefully in a brand new suit that he definitely didn't go out and buy just for this occasion. She opens the door and something twists beneath his ribs, a sharp electric rush that he doesn't entirely comprehend, and before he steps inside he flashes her his serrated smile.]

Oh, you know. Not so bad.

[He says, deciding to keep the little altercation that left a scattering of broken bones in his wake to himself. Why make her worry, after all? He handled it in the only way he knows how.

And he glances around as she makes her invitation, opts for the dinner table in the end, pulls out a chair.]

I'm not putting you out, I hope.

[regives]

[ why giovanni gotta come over lookin like a snack i type furiously into google search ]

That's good to hear! I find the travel coming from Olympia to be nice, but then going back is a little more hard.

[ Oblivious to whatever Giovanni could have possibly done, Leanne heads back into the kitchen and continues cooking. She's honestly just waiting for the food to finish baking, five minutes tops, but then she's considering drinks and— ]

Don't worry about it. [ She's not going to say she's been forcing her friend to eat this recipe for like three days so she doesn't accidentally feed Giovanni gross food??? ] You want something to drink? I've got fresh water, juice... wine.