RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she will now privately think of him as "Mommy" ]

... Don't tell me he...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ oh but he did! Would you like some homemade chicken noodle soup and some toast? Because here it is. ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

What-- you-- you really didn't have to-- [ she might cry. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

My hobbies are regrettably few, you know, and cooking solely for myself became boring long before I met you. I'm glad to do it.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Even so, you... [ she REALLY might cry ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ gives her a concerned look ] Saga?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ kind of just covering her eyes with a hand ] S-sorry.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Don't- ah- what's the matter?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Nothing. Kind of stupid.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

It doesn't seem like "nothing"- and I certainly have no room to judge whether it's stupid or not.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I just-- got used to taking care of myself, I guess. Work and research and food and... sleeping on the floor from time to time a-and now there's homemade soup and it's weird-- [ explaining is hard. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ not... really sure what to make of all that ] If you'd like me to stop--

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ shaking her head with a tiny smile-- okay maybe that was a sniffle ] It's weird, but it's nice. Really.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

If-- if you're certain. Still, if I ever overstep my bounds, please don't hesitate to tell me.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ holding up a hand to tick things off on her fingers ]

You've risked your life fighting battles that weren't meant for you-- twice now. You took care of me. And you made me soup. The only thing I want you to understand is that you don't have bounds here.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he might be staring a little ] That's--

Thank you.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... You really thank me for the oddest things.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Do I?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

You just thanked me for pointing out all the things you did.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

No, I thanked you for trusting me enough not to set boundaries. For allowing me to accompany you, regardless of the facts they are not my battles to fight. For letting me stay in your home and make use of your kitchen. For-- [ trails off a bit ] I've never had a friend before, Saga.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... [ she's staying quiet for a moment, just studying him thoughtfully. And then the expression softens and she reaches out to set a palm on top of his hand. ]

Then I'm glad I found you.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ tenses a little on instinct, but relaxes some and offers her a small smile ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ smiles back, and she'd normally hug him, but he REALLY doesn't seem like the type, so she'll just keep her hand where it is ]

I should probably stop getting teary over the soup and actually try it, huh?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Well, it is getting cold.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... I've had way too much of cold to last me for a long while, trust me. [ commandeering the soup ]