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[kahunyaa]

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[dissonantecho]

((from here))

[Manipulative though it might feel, it works. Enough so that it's not long at all before Fordola turns up at the station, and though she's not exactly sulking, there's still an air of belligerence about her as she steps inside.

Even if there might not be anyone to see her enter save for Persian.]

I don't have anything for you.

[This is addressed to Persian who has, unsurprisingly, proceeded to act like she hasn't been fed.]

[abyssalflames]

((from here))

[The whistle has Lahabrea almost bristling as he turns towards the sound. He may be many things, but he is not often inclined to tolerate being whistled at on a good day, and this is very distinctly not that. It's only once he turns enough to realize that he does actually recognize the other man that he settles back into the surly grumpiness of simply being wet and miserable.

Still, a moment later - and after a brief nod to his Houndoom - the two of them do start heading in Nanu's direction.]

Nanu, yes?

[conceptheart]

[The puppet followed the man that had found him to his home. It never crossed his mind to be wary of a stranger, everything was new and taking it all in left him in something of a daze.

Fortunately, he wasn’t completely helpless. He had a latent understanding of things. He knew what the sky was, and grass, despite never having seen either. He could speak despite never having done so before. He recognized the man that lead him to his home was a human- or well. He assumed he was. That’s where his knowledge began to get fuzzy. He knew what a human was in definition, in application…

Well, once Nanu opened the door to his home the puppet saw what he assumed were dozens of tiny hairy humans.]

Are these… your children?

[Human children where supposed to be small and make squeaky crying noises. Therefore these must be human children.]

[latiosite]

[ From here. ]

I do not foresee that happening. [ Except some people haven't told her she's a Faller and that UBs are attracted to her like a magnet, whoops. ] I would very much enjoy having a moment to spend with you outside of work, however. It's been a very long time.

Only because I have a habit of spoiling them as much as you might.
It would be nice to let my team see you again, as well. I know we hadn't much time to mingle as I would have liked.

For the record, I had intended to take a little time off after filing my reports. Duty called, unfortunately.

[100kr]

[ From here. ]

You know what kind of salary I make!

[ Plus, he put all of his savings into that place in Kalos, but he's not about to talk about that. ]

You're just having fun at the expense of my stress.
Just like old times, is it not?
Fine. Tacos are on me. I can meet you halfway to sushi and get you fish tacos.

[ What are they made of? We don't talk about that. ]

[conceptheart]

[It had been a slow and awkward recovery after his re-arrival. What he needed was repairs, not bandages, but he didn’t have the heart to tell his father that his efforts were in vain. It wasn’t as though telling him would have made any difference, there was no one here capable of repairing him anyway. Fortunately, he’d stumbled upon the golden feather he’d once carried, and the residual power on it was enough for him to reclaim enough strength not to get pinned down by cats. A low bar, but it was something.

So with him “better”, Father had returned to his duties, and a routine started to fall into place. He… was still trying to figure out where he belonged in everything. He’d shed many names and identities in the past, but this was the first time he’d had to return to one. He was still trying to figure out who “Kanoa” was, what he still had in common with that incarnation of himself.

It turned out that he had precious little, which while he did not see as bad thing, it made this all the more difficult. His father was the only real common thread, so he figured that was a fair place to start. Also he’d been quiet and sullen since his arrival and he could tell his father was getting worried.

So before his father’s return in the evening, he’d got started on a meal. Eating may not be a necessity for him, but he enjoyed working with his hands, and he’d had four centuries to mess around with cooking, so he wound up quite good at it. He made his personal favorite, chazuke on the side, and a radish and fish stew for the main meal.

He was confident in the meal, once he heard the door open he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He couldn’t even place why, he just was.]

Welcome home papa, I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.

[Normally he’d greet him in person, but he was cooking fish and eel in a house full of cats. He knew better than to leave anything unguarded.]