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]

[ 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?

[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.