nysalogs | Captcha Strikes Again

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_{[The request is met with a nod, as he moves to pluck one of the hot dogs off the grill and place it in a bun. He's about to ask what sort of toppings the man might like before he's taken aback by the compliment to a shirt that wasn't even his initially. (Would he be able to keep it after? Who knows...)

Compliments are foreign to Slaine. He's only received a few in his life and doesn't really know what to do with them. It shows as he stares, brain scrambling to find an appropriate reply. Did he deny that it was a nice shirt or did he accept it?]}

Thank you. I didn't pick it out.

_{[That should do it, right?]}

What would you like on your hot dog, sir?

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_{[There's a small nod out of him as he feels himself receding back into his metaphorical shell. He's aware that not everyone has someone who cares about them, and he knows he's lucky to have just one person, but he also knows he can never expect Asseylum to care for him as much as he cares for her. Just having a place by her side is enough, to have her smile toward him and look to him for assistance. Just...little things. He couldn't ever ask for more. Not being in the position he was in.

Just that was enough, or so he tells himself.]}

I know.

Not that you owe anything to me as of now, but promise me you'll look out for yourself more.

[Yamagi himself is not much for human contact, but he rests a hand on Slaine's tense shoulder all the same.]

Don't die a stupid death, alright?

_{[Stupid or not, there's conviction in his voice when he does open his mouth to reply, doing his best not to flinch at the hand on his shoulder.]}

I can't afford to die.

_{[Not when Asseylum was still asleep in a pod. She'd need him.]}

Good. None of us can, least of all here.

[This time, Yamagi deflates with something akin to relief. It hurts to see someone so young--as young as he's been once--throw himself abundantly into the same recklessness they've lost their youth over.

Senseless.

Now he can afford to do as much damage control as possible, feeling the tug of a sheepish smile at the corner of his lips.]

I know you're staying with Mikazuki and his roommates, but you should come over for dinner when you can. It's just me and my friend, but we're good company. He'll cheer you up.

_{[The offer has Slaine snapping out of whatever internal brooding had begun to grip him, gaze tilted upward in Yamagi's direction. Dinner...it'd be incredibly rude to turn down the offer and Yamagi seemed nice and well mannered enough. Surely his friend would be the same? So there shouldn't be anything to worry about, right?]}

If you would want my company then I'd love to come over for dinner. I don't really have anything I could bring...but I could help with preparation if you'd like?

_{[Because even if he's the one being invited, he doesn't feel comfortable at all being catered to.]}

[Dinner, as far as Yamagi's concerned, has always been instant food or being at the mercy of Atra's much improved cooking. Their options are limited, but he's always planned to make an honest go at it.]

Just bring yourself for the time being. I'm not the best cook so I'll never decline an offer to help.

[Perhaps that's not the best thing to confess to a prospective guest, but Yamagi doesn't have it in himself to lie. How hard can cooking be anyway?]

But don't worry about it for the time being. Come over tomorrow?

Just tell me the time and location and I'll be there.

_{[Not the best cook. Ah...well, how bad could it be? Maybe...he could make a suggestion?]}

I'm a decent cook...I haven't killed myself with my own cooking yet. _[Haha.] If you and your friend like pasta I know a few simple recipes that taste good that we could make.

Slaine? May I speak with you a moment?

[ Euphie's waited for the house to clear out, loitering worriedly in the doorway of the kitchen. She's been meaning to have this conversation with the boy for a while, but with so much else to acclimate to and with that deer hatching out of an egg and trying to budget for the household and keep track of all three of these boys all at once, time's somehow gotten away from her.

Still, no time like the present. ]

In here, please.

_{[Ah. Euphie's calling. Her voice startles him out of his daze, having settled on the small mattress he's been forced to claim as his own. Awkward is the easiest way of putting how he feels, living in this household. It wasn't that his housemates were bad people or hard to live with - that wasn't the case at all - but he felt...removed from them. Aloof. Existing on the sidelines of a whirlwind he wasn't sure how to fit himself into.

Standing from his bed he moves to join her in the kitchen, nerves taught. Euphie was his age (so he'd found out) and seemed normal enough...but there was an air about her that silently demanded respect, which he was willing to give. It was that air that also made her low-key intimidating, at least to him. The last thing he wants is to upset the person who is so obviously in charge of their mutual living quarters. Pushing a little smile onto his lips he faces her.]}

Is there something I can do for you, Euphie?

Why, I certainly hope so.

[ She knows she can be intimidating, overbearing even. She's tried hard to find her footing here, among these boys she has no right to but wants to do well by all the same. To be enough but not too much, to look after them without belittling or demeaning them.

It's proven more difficult than she would have thought, with how limited her scope of life experience was prior to this. ]

I was hoping, in fact, that you could explain to me just why the pantry is still full when I know I went grocery shopping almost a week ago. I know for a fact Mikazuki and Hush have been eating their share, and I hardly need to ask anyone to account for what I've consumed. But what of you?

_{[Really, Slaine should've realized he'd taken a wrong turn earlier.

All he'd wanted to do was go out and purchase more goat milk for Mikazuki's deer, after having seen there was only enough left for the morning. Being pro-active however hadn't gone according to plan, and instead of ending up back to his house after visiting the market, he'd wandered into a seedier part of town.

Slaine can't say he's ever ended up in a Red Light district before. Sure, he'd been dragged all over the world by his father when he was much younger, but a young boy would've had no reason to be exposed to the seedier underbelly of society. Living on Mars had only further sheltered him, especially when it came to interacting with the opposite sex. Having a princess as your only friend and the only person who doesn't hate your guts will skew your perception just a bit, with regards to the more carnal desires a human could have.

Those desires are on display, to the point Slaine isn't sure where he ought to look. It's a lot easier to keep his gaze pointedly angled down, away from store windows and the fronts of establishments. Hugging his carton of goat milk, Slaine does his best to backtrack and find his way out...but it's becoming increasingly difficult. It's hard to process all the stimulus around him, lights, sounds, smells - it all blurs, leaving his head feeling hazy. The quicker he could find his way out, the better, especially since he was still unarmed.

The last thing he needed to do was wind up in trouble or worse - spill the milk he'd gone out of his way for.]}

Edited 2017-09-26 04:10 (UTC)

[ Ein's just getting off his shift, in such a hurry to get home to Eugene that he doesn't change out of his work clothes when he heads out for the night. It was pretty slow anyway, mostly just clients wanting to cuddle and one person who booked him a solid hour just to use him as furniture.

Reminded him of being in Gjallarhorn, just slightly.

Anyway. He turns a corner too quickly and narrowly misses bowling over some kind of... child? He catches Slaine by both shoulders, only just managing to keep the boy from falling over or dropping his precious cargo. ]

My apologies-- Um.

Are you lost...?

You're a little young to be... ah...

I...

_{[Was she...keeping track of how much he'd been eating? What was he supposed to say to that? There's an awkward swallow as he stands stiff, nervously looking back at her. Was he supposed to explain to her that he was worried about eating what was in the house when he hadn't the means of properly contributing yet? Or was he supposed to explain how his continuous, lingering anxiety made it hard to have any appetite at all.]}

I don't eat much...and I didn't want to impose.

[ It's not even that she's keeping track, even though she is. It's just that there's food uneaten in this pantry because she told off the other two for getting into more than their share only to find that when Mikazuki isn't eating everything in sight, it just sits there, untouched, because Slaine has some kind of allergy to getting comfortable in his own home. ]

You're sixteen, aren't you...? You'll stunt your growth if you don't get proper nutrition at our age! You're so small already...

[ Euphie laments this with a worried pout, then looks a little embarrassed for blurting out what's actually fairly harsh criticism on Slaine's height now that she thinks about it. Moving right on. ]

At any rate, just how do you think you're imposing when you live here too? It's everyone's food, and that includes you.

_{[Honestly her comment to his height barely registers. He's had such far worse things said to him that it only sounds like she's commenting on a fact. Which really, she is. She's not wrong, at least not about everything. Swallowing awkwardly his fingers find the edges of his sleeves, curling up in a bid to grip onto them.]}

I haven't had the chance to properly contribute.

_{[Which isn't really his fault. He is in the process of getting a job, thanks to Atsushi, but that said he only has the small sum he was given upon initial arrival when it comes to spending money.]}

_{[He should've been looking where he was going. Again.

This time his inattention to his surroundings makes for colliding with a stranger all the more inexcusable, the only thing stopping him from toppling over being the grip on his shoulders. Said stranger is a man in an unbuttoned blouse and dress pants, but Ein's state of dress along with his words barely register over Slaine's immediate panic and need to apologize.]}

I'm-I'm terribly sorry I should have been watching where I was going...

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[They do look quite different, but they're both incredibly interesting. Gently he takes both of them from hush, setting them in the palm of his own hand. Gingerly he strokes the live dollar, only to flip it over to get a better look at its wriggly underside.]}

Isn't it neat? What looks like fur is actually its little legs. Well, if you can call them legs...

_{[Is he getting a little excited? Looks like the water of the tidepool is doing wonders when it comes to getting Slaine to relax and open up a bit. Flipping it back over he places it back into Hush's palm, deciding to pocket the white one.]}

Put it back gently, okay? I'm going to see if I can find something else.

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[Make sure he doesn't mess up? Literally what???

The way Frankenstein moves and works the grill is impressive. He does it with practiced ease, and Slaine is content with watching him, if only to learn by doing so. When he's spoken to again he finds himself jolted out of his concentration, a sense of dread settling in his gut. Rationally he knows Frankenstein isn't scolding him but old habits and reactions die hard.]}

...I haven't made it to the shoreline yet, but I'd like to.

_{[Shopping with Mikazuki was not what was on Slaine's to-do list today.

And yet here he is, walking just slightly behind the shorter-yet-older boy, as he does his best to keep his nerves in check. Having been caught in the middle of bottle feeding the little fawn Mikazuki had become mother to, he'd been invited to come shopping with him for various items for said deer and more. Two pairs of hands was better than one, after all, and Mikazuki might need help carrying stuff back. Or so that's what Slaine tells himself. Why else would he bother asking him to accompany him?]}

You can go do that now, if you’d like.

[ He’s having an okay time doing this. He knows there’s a slim chance of Slaine accepting, given that it was already a bit of a struggle getting him to accept taking over the grill, but it is a shame that he’s not out there doing fun stuff. ]

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[Shouldn't the answer be obvious?]}

...To eliminate threats posed to myself and the individual I swore to protect.

_{[In plain terms: kill those who tried to kill him and his princess. Which was...a lot.]}

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[It's in this instant that Slaine would be grateful for the sunburn tinging his cheeks red, hiding the blush he feels creeping up on him at the sight of her smile and breathy laugh.

Don't turn down her offer don't turn down her offer don't turn down her offer-]}

I'd like that.

_{[Smooth move, Slaine.]}

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No, the fault is mine. I should not have been rushing so. I know this area well, and there is often foot traffic here. I should have known better.

[ Ein offers his hand in greeting, expression sober and apologetic. ]

I am Ein Dalton. I work near here. Is there somewhere I can help you get to? Please let me apologize by carrying your things.

_{[Knowing better or not, it still doesn't erase the nervousness Slaine has as he forces himself to take the offered hand, shaking it.]}

Slaine Troyard...I was trying to make my way back to where I currently live. I'm new to this area so... _{[That's why he's lost. In the Red Light district. Wanting to die.]} I couldn't possibly have you carry what I've bought. Really, there's no need.

Captcha Strikes Again

EUGENE SEVENSTARK

YAMAGI GILMERTON

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don't look at me im rusty

touches face

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EIN DALTON

GET U A DIFFERENT KIND OF MILK SLAINE

LEWD

YOU'RE MIXING UP YOUR THREADS CIA

Just fucking kill me okay

LACTOSE FREE U LEWD HO

HUSH MIDDY

FRANKENSTEIN

MIKAZUKI AUGUS

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ZERO

LEANNE

IM NOT THE ONE ASKING ABOUT PEOPLE'S HOT DOGS

EXCUSE???? ITS PURE