IC Inbox: In the Night

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[shadowsran]

"But would he offer?" She asks, grinning. He's a puppy. She won't judge capability on that, but she doesn't feel out of line questioning willingness. To say nothing of relative jadedness between the three of them, of course. It's with a hopelessly fond roll of her eyes that she nods along with the latter comment, scooting into the arm of the chair. Enough distance between them he can sit with her when food's done. Hugs are out, but it's proximity enough.

"Better. I'll have you know he's my Soldat, and I'm not giving up however shabby or smart alecky he gets. Cocoa's on the line."

[worthallthis]

"Mmm. Maybe." Considering it's Sora. Probably yes, if he knew it would make her feel better, though he might stop short at offering to kill people. Kid has that aura of being willing to do anything for anybody, at the drop of a hat, but not quite in the deadly fashion they would. He's worse than Soldat, in some ways.

Soldat, who is busy kind of quietly smiling. They've been different people's soldier, and different people's asset, but not anybody's Soldat with the word being an actual name. Sounds better than straight-up soldier. They take the final sandwich off the pan, pours soup into two bowls, and turns everything off before coming back into the living room. Two sandwiches for them, one for Misty, plenty of soup to go around.

she has mild Sora cooking questions but also this could /potentially/ be a fade soon?

[shadowsran]

"Don't you maybe me, like I don't know perfectly well what I'm talking about." No making it sound like a rib, between post-emotion tiredness and the otherwise incredibly fond atmosphere. And food. Food smells good. As are Soldat-smiles. "Won't hear any doubt cast on you."

She is, predictably, quick to lunge at her portion. Doesn't fill any particular pit in her stomach, but it feels good besides.

yeah we can fade out soon, the highly emotional part is over and they're just getting domestic again

[worthallthis]

Soldat considers arguing. Briefly. But they'd rather just sit and eat, and set out their tablet to play some music. So they say, "Yes, ma'am." Only about half-seriously. They settle on the couch, looking satisfied by her eagerness for lunch. Even if she's not hungry (or even if she is) it's a sign their cooking is both appreciated and enjoyed.