jobchange | Imeeji

Imeeji | IC Inbox

[There's no voicemail message. It just beeps.]

Not just peace for yourself, but peace for those around you.

[ coming back with a serving of pilaf and stew, to set it down in front of him ]

Izanagi-san, for example—he comes from a peaceful time where weapons aren't necessary for everyday life. It's quite unnerving to him, seeing weapons strewn about—and this is our home, after all. Somewhere that weapons should need be brandished.

[ gently, gently, ]

. . . It is troublesome to ask of you, I know, but could you please inconvenience yourself a bit to show that boy some kindness?

You know, I can see manipulation for what it is.

[Harrumph! But it's got no real bite to it.]

But I understand. I'll keep them away.

My, is that how I come off? My apologies.

[ setting utensils down for him too ]

Thank you, Thancred-san.

Yes, yes. No need to thank me for simply being civilized.

But I do appreciate it.

[ turning back around to go pick up another dish as well as a mug of something for himself and water for thancred, setting the water in front of him before setting the eggplants in the middle of the table and sitting across from him ]

And you're quite welcome.

[Look he's a good man and waits til Lucifel sits to poke at the food. It really does smell nice... nice enough he will eat even though he feels horrible! After all, even when you spend a whole afternoon contemplating the merits of abandoning identity and becoming a cave troll, you still have to eat to live.]

[ technically sensitIVs don't need to eat to live as cave trolls but no one tell thancred this

taking a drink of his mugsoup, picking up an eggplant to eat it ]

How do you like it?