jobchange | Imeeji

. . . Well, if you'll be killed at some point, please let someone know. . . You know, Aniki is always looking for a sparring partner if you'd like to exercise like that more often.

[ a pause ]

Ahh, it's been . . . Well—I can say I'm better than I was yesterday, and I was better yesterday than I was the day before that, and so on.

Steady progress is the best one can hope for, I suppose.

[Shrug!!]

In any case, if you don't mind, I was intending to go shower.

Ah—my, then my apologies for holding you up. A shower will be nice after breaking sweat.

[ standing himself up, glancing out the window before looking down at his phone ]

—and I suppose now is a good time to start preparing for whatever dinner is going to be, so I'll go up with you.

If you'd like.

[He's steadied himself, so there's no need to avoid normal interaction. After all, as far as Thancred knows, Lucifel has no idea there's anything wrong!

So he's heading upstairs like everything's fine and he's not dreading seeing Noah there.]

[ following along! surely this is fine. ]

Do you have any preferences for dinner? . . . Thinking of it, I'm uncertain if I could replicate any cuisines from your homeworld, but if you would describe it to me, I can try my hand at it.

There's no need to trouble yourself. I am far from a picky eater, my friend.

[He shrugs -- he's no culinarian anyhow. He'll eat what's in front of him!]

Although I'd certainly never reject a bowl of mutton stew...

Ah, I can certainly do mutton! Do you enjoy it with rice?

Absolutely.

[He's taking the bait so thoroughly here it's not even funny, and he's too tired to even think about it. How awful. Being taken care of without his knowledge.]

[ how horrible!!!!

if thancred is using the railing to go up the stairs lucifel is ducking under his arm to get past him, a little spring in his step like he's excited—if thancred isn't then he'll just get around him at the landing to get the door first ]

Mutton stew on rice it is, then! It's been a while since I've made anything like that, how nice ♪

[He lets Lucifel step around him, noting the energy but not thinking too hard about it.]

You seem in a good mood.

I think sitting in the sun for a little bit did well for me—I lose track of time quite easily, I'll admit, so I've been inside more often than I'd like to be.

Between catching ill and that game, too—it's been a rather exhausting two weeks, and I finally feel like I've gotten back a little more energy.

[ opening the door for him :> !! ]

Glad to hear it, my friend.

[He walks on in, but not before patting Luci's head with his cleaner hand.]

We could all use a little energy.

[ blinking up, gaze following the hand as it moves and ]

[ he

closes his eyes again, too slow to be a blink, head bobbing down, body relaxing ]

[ stiffening then, bracing himself against the door while he, with effort, opens his eyes again ]

—mm? Ah—yes.

. . .

[Pets him again.]

Ah, w—ait. . .

[ his eyelids droop shut again and his head bobbles like he's just gonna fall asleep standing up if you keep it up here ]

[Mercifully he stops before Lucifel can actually fall over. He's got a shitheaded grin now, though.]

Don't faint on me now, Lucifel.

[ buhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

the distinct dazed look of someone whose brain is still waking up ]

[ immediately it is succeeded by his face flushing ]

—As long as you kindly stop with that, I won't. . . !

Yes, yes. It wouldn't do for a married man to swoon so easily, however charming I may be.

[This is a joke. Haha. Charming.]

[ is this charm

lightly, good-natured: ]

Well now, I can't help swooning when someone plays to my weakness so well—so dialing back in your charm would be greatly appreciated, Thancred-san.

[ also: stepping back from the door to push him lightly toward the direction of sensitIV's door ]

[He's laughing! Like a jerk, but genuinely nevertheless, heading for the door as directed.]

I shall attempt it, but some things are simply natural.

I will warn you, my husband is the sort who tries to solve his problems with knives.

[ still in a light tone though ]

Fortunately for your husband, your appearance is at least slightly out of my range.

[He shrugs!]

Your embarrassment will suffice as entertainment.

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