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[voreaciously]

Who: Jasmine and visitors
When: Day 13, morning
Where: Jasmine and visitors

[80H is in the common area, making food. She's taken off her bandages, and her elbows look entirely fine, like they weren't shot at. The knees might be okay to assume the same of, but they are, naturally, hidden. She hasn't been out much since the trial, or even before it, honestly, but she's been doubling down on her isolated tendencies. She had to talk to one of their newbies but, after that, it was back to being a hermit.

So it is, perhaps, odd to see her out and about making food, and, what's more, it does not seem to be all for her.]

Comments

[fisherofmen]

[ meanwhile: i have given up on even attempting to open this door and have fallen asleep in front of randy's room, on the door itself

good night ]

[voreaciously]

[what if she just like, opens the door

and rolls you inside.

she's helping]

[fisherofmen]

[ he's not movingggggggggggg so he just kind of flops over and groans ]

Ehhhh. . . no. . .

[voreaciously]

[you are on the floor this is a hazard.

she is going to take you to your room randy can find you there later.]

[fisherofmen]

[ opens his eyes!! no!! ]

Noooo where are you taking meeeeeee

[voreaciously]

Your bedroom.

[that was katsuki's but hm, she feels a bit less angry about that?

hm.

whatever it's fine.]

You were on the floor.

[fisherofmen]

Yes, so I could look pitiful and he could pick me up . . . !

[ whine ]

[voreaciously]

It's a hazard.

[fisherofmen]

It's not nice to call someone that!

[voreaciously]

I did not call you that.

[crimeson]

[oh. well that's... good news. he's trying to give her a politely wide berth. hanging around rather than fully avoiding her but trying not to give her attention or bother her.]

[fisherofmen]

You aren't?

[voreaciously]

I said you lying there is a hazard. I did not say that you were one.

[see]

[voreaciously]

[





hm. hNGHLE]

...Would you like something?

[not like a cold like YA NEED SOMETHING, DIPSHIT and more like could i get you anything? since she's like making food and there are some things that he mentioned liking so u kno

her voice is very quiet and hesitant]

[crimeson]

[oh that's.

oh.

s-softly.]

If you don't mind? Whatever you'd be up for making.

[crimeson]

[so where can i find you]

[voreaciously]

It is for anyone that wants it and whatever you want that is within my power, so....

[They need to start getting better fare. It's better than nothing, certainly edible, and she can do very well with what they have, but she started being able to do larger productions again back in--

no, focus.]

[crimeson]

All right, um. Maybe an omelette? I c'n grab ingredients for whatever else you wanna make, too.

[voreaciously]

Oh...you do not have to. Ah, did you want anything in it? Cheese or...bacon, or whatever you like, really.

[crimeson]

Cheese and sausage, maybe?

[voreaciously]

Very well, then.

[She will get on that quietly because hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm

what are words.

she might have objectives but she doesn't like, no what those are.]

...You do not have any allergies to anything, do you?

[crimeson]

Nope, I've got an iron stomach.

[if he were more comfortable he'd joke about it not comparing to hers but hahahahahahaha nah, just, keeping it light and easy and impersonal]

[voreaciously]

Noted. I will keep that in mind if you find this agreeable.

[oh my god

anyway she is like, very comfortable making food, it's very apparent, but it also seems...a bit slow, overly cautious.]

[crimeson]

Thanks, 80H.

[moving to... perch? closer?? also cautious but hopeful.]

[voreaciously]

[hisses at him viciously like a cat

nah jk]

You are welcome, sir.