PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

Arrogance makes a poor ally, is that it? [ not wrong, he guesses. still, owain is skilled. more than he initially realized.

gonna casually head to the fridge and look for the best quality meat in there. and absolutely stay away from the human remains, thanks. ]

[swordhandled]

[ nnnnot looking in the fridge ]

Confidence, if unchecked, can grow into arrogance.

[maskarang]

[ he'll do the dirty work for you here, he's used to it anyway. shutting the fridge when he has what he wants and setting it on the counter. ]

A problem I can't see you having. For a man who daydreams more than any I've ever known, you're quite pragmatic.

[swordhandled]

My father was always sure to instill that in me.

[maskarang]

No, some things can't be taught. If you had no talent for it, you wouldn't have learned from any of his lessons. Reason may be closer to your nature than those theatrics are. [ a pause before he frowns. he sets his hands on the counter and leans on it. ]

... That may be unfair of me to say. Both are part of you now, that's all that matters.

[swordhandled]

[ he walks towards the counter, leaning against it as he looks at gerome ]

As pragmatic as theatrical?

[maskarang]

A nonsensical combination only you could pull off. [ looking over curiously ]

[swordhandled]

[ quietly covers one of his hands with his ]

All the same, I'm glad to hear from you that I had some natural talent for it. I'm sure even Father would have grown exasperated with me if I didn't.

[maskarang]

[ he's given owain too much power. turning his hand over to grasp owain's ]

I... have much to say about your talents. [ a quick, flustered look away. ] But I have a question. You play the fool for everyone here, save me. Why?

[swordhandled]

While Owain Dark is a part of me, you're the only one I feel comfortable enough to rest in front of.

[maskarang]

I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I'm glad all the same. Now we've both reserved parts of ourselves just for each other.

[swordhandled]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[maskarang]

Nor would I. [ after a quick squeeze he lets go of owain's hand. he leaves the meat aside for now and prepares a kettle. you know, for that tea he mentioned a while ago. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain wanders away and settles on a seat close and just. openly watches gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ for the best. owain has been talking too much and he knows he's the one encouraging it. better to go about his business quietly so owain can rest. his partner gets one last look before he goes around the kitchen preparing. spices come out, a meat tenderizer, utensils, pans, supplies for the tea.

he fluidly moves from one task to the next until, finally, he heads back to owain long enough to drop off some tea. minerva's snack will still be a while. ] Do you need anything else?

[swordhandled]

[ it's quite a sight, watching gerome move across the kitchen. he looks so natural, at home... that's certainly part of his parent's upbringing there. owain takes the tea and shakes his head. ] I'm fine, thanks.

[maskarang]

Be sure to speak up if you get hungry. [ though he has to come back to make minerva a proper meal later. even at her current size, this isn't enough to satisfy her. he returns to what he's doing and eventually finishes cooking.

then.

it's onto presentation. is he looking for a fancy platter? why, yes. he is. and he is absolutely setting it up as nice as possible. ]

[swordhandled]

I will.

[ but for now, he's content. he keeps watching gerome oh he can see now more than ever the influences from his parents ]

[maskarang]

[ the extra gene is strong in this one. just wait until you see what he prepares for dinner rather than a snack. lifting the platter up and looking to owain. ] Are you ready?

[swordhandled]

I am.

[ stands up and leads the way so gerome can use both hands for the platter ]

[maskarang]

[ and off they go again. their objective: gerome's room. it is a short, completely uneventful journey and at the end of it, gerome juggles the platter with one hand to get to the keys in his pocket.

holdin' them out to owain. ] ... If you don't mind.

[swordhandled]

Certainly.

[ opens the door ]

[maskarang]

[ and then they told minerva about everything. she (lightly) bit owain, she ate, and gerome tended the injury. ]

[swordhandled]

[ such a romance ]