(no subject)

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Holy... [Looking down at some recently developed photos] Ow. Ewwww. Oh ew, broken neck. Ewwwww, someone shot him. Man, gruesome deaths.

... and they look like him. Man, I hope you're okay, because I still need to kill you for this. [looks at another photo] ... UGH.

Comments

[engel]

...what makes you think I am being nice?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

You're making me food, you got me out of there...

[engel]

I will not let you starve or fall prey to something that cannot be seen.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

So... you're being nice.

[engel]

You may be an idiot, but that is no reason to ignore your suffering.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... whatever.

[engel]

If you are displeased with my reasoning, you may fend for yourself.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Just with the fact that you have to be an ass even while you're being nice.

[engel]

That is who I am. Take it or leave it. Your choice.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... [brushes a hand against his wing]

[engel]

[ Hunches over with a hiss, shooting him a glare. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... you're... I'm actually talking to someone, right? I didn't go insane like Father thinks I will someday, right?

[engel]

...yes, Luke. You are not alone or talking to yourself. If you do not believe me, I will be happy to prove my point.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Please.

[engel]

[ He's all too happy to smack you upside the head, Luke. No too hard, but rough enough. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... [glare]

[engel]

[ Shrugs. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Touches one of his wings] ...

[engel]

... [ Wings twitch as he folds them up against his back, continuing on. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[follows, quiet]

[engel]

[ Goes into the house upon arriving, leaving the door open for him. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... nice house?

[engel]

Thank you. Sit wherever you like.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[kinda... flops onto a couch]

[engel]

[ Not having as many ingredients as the communal kitchen, he just does up a rice and chicken dish, bringing it out to Luke. ]