PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

[ STILL DABBING. except it's basically mush at this point so his hand is covered in egg. that's... better??? better than it being on his face, he guesses. gonna start eating as cautiously as he can to avoid drips and spills.

intense concentration ]

[swordhandled]

--There's a mess on your hands, you know.

[maskarang]

[ he looks over and the mushy toast drops on his shirt ]

What?

[swordhandled]

...

[ takes his messy hand and just wipes off some of the mess with his finger

before popping his finger into his mouth ]

[maskarang]

[ did he just—

and then in his—

the remaining mess drips lower as he stares ]

[swordhandled]

[ grins at him as he pops a piece of toast into his mouth ]

[maskarang]

[ considering something very deeply. very deeply. when he finishes, he puts the plate to the side, gets up, and heads to the bathroom. ]

Water. [ this is a good explanation. ]

[swordhandled]

Go ahead.

[ still finishing his breakfast ]

[maskarang]

[ he genuinely is washing his hands and doing nothing scandalous in here (he doesn't even close the door). he also washes off the mush from his shirt. how dare that exist. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is still grinning as he finishes ]

[maskarang]

[ too smug, man, too smug!! he heads back once his everything is clean. when he sees owain is finished, he lifts his plate and holds it out to owain. ]

[swordhandled]

[ taking it from Gerome ]

Was it good?

[maskarang]

As pleasing as the presentation.

[swordhandled]

That makes me glad.

[ standing up to put the trays away ] You should allow me the chance to cook for you more.

[maskarang]

I didn't realize you knew how. Or were interested.

[swordhandled]

I'm no chef, but I know the basics.

And my interest comes with wanting to care for you more.

[maskarang]

You care for me more than enough already.

[swordhandled]

And I want to do so more.

[maskarang]

So eating from my fingers wasn't enough?

[swordhandled]

--Will you actually feed me from your fingers?

[maskarang]

Hmph. Don't tempt fate.

[swordhandled]

[ holding his hand out for gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ this is a trap but he inches over and puts his hand in owain's anyway ]

[swordhandled]

[ very gently, he takes that hand in both of his, fingers working along each of gerome's fingers, very slowly and with great care. ] I've seen these fingers strike down men in the battlefield, and yet also seen them take great care in performing tasks with utmost gentleness. Please forgive me if I'm slightly fascinated by them and wish to be fed by them.

[maskarang]

What are— [ just. ??? why is this happening right now. this morning has been a lot to handle already. perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned this at all?

yet. he can't help the way his face flushes as owain speaks and touches his hand. ] I can't fathom why you would have this fixation. My hands are rough and calloused, same as yours.

[ however, he raises his hand up and runs his thumb over owain's lips. his voice is a little softer when he speaks up again. ] However, I... suppose I could try. Once.