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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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he notices that, and gets up to leave ] Get some sleep, Saga.

[ and he slips out of the room, shutting the door behind him ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Such a mom. [ but the advice is good, so she's curling up and conking out about five minutes later. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ yes well, now he's all depressed and needs a distraction, so short of going out in this weather (again) and finding some poor unsuspecting thug to wail on- it's back to the kitchen. Do you like soup? Because he is making soup :| ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ ... Oh Alabaster you are such a nurse. :|b ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ you don't even know the half of it :|

buuuut a few hours later he's poking hi head in again to see if she's awake ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she is! And trying to get her bracelet untangled from her hair, but we won't speak of that ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Having problems?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ the look she gives him is both pitiful and very, very flat ] Not funny.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Do you want a hand?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Only if you swear never to speak of this again.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Speak of what?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ that earns him a grin ] C'mere.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ steps inside then, sitting down on the side of the bed ] Let me take a look

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ shifting herself to grant him easier access-- the bracelet is stubbornly hooked onto a few strands, twisting them together ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ it takes him a moment, but a pair of mechanical hands- each with long, impossibly slender digits- carefully disentangle the bracelet from her hair]

There we are. Good as new.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ watching those hands very carefully, and then offering him a smile ]

Thanks.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it. [ and the arms just fold back up into their proper places ]

Are you hungry?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I've been out for a few days, and then someone very motherly had me sleep some more. [ arching an eyebrow ] What do you think?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ IGNORING THE MOTHERLY COMMENT ] I'll take that as a yes. One moment.

[ brb, heading for the kitchen ]

[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?