*It's been a few days since Green has been seen, but while you are in the kitchen again some time after talking to Ravio Future Green walks in. He's brought a pie, half because he is hoping it'll make it easier and half because he hates showing up empty handed.*
*He stops before he reaches you, forcing his ears to stay in a neutral position because he'd rather not have his emotions on display before he's even figured out if you're still angry or what exactly he's walking into.*
I have some pie if you want it... if not that's fine too.
*Honesty he has no idea how to do this. He hates conversations like this. They suck. They may be important and all but he still hates them. Hopefully you can't tell how nervous and flighty he feels?*
*Walking into the kitchen, it's... very disorganised. Reminiscent of my twenties. You can see a row of potions haphazardly placed on the table with some water and some scraps of half-eaten food. And a red notebook, open on a page filled with notes... from where you are, you cant quite make them out. The sailcloth is thrown over one of the chairs.*
*I am standing over the counter, and you can hear the sound of a knife chopping something. Given there's a bowl of pumpkin slices next to me, it's clear what it is.*
*You can hear me mumbling to myself. But cant make out what im saying.*
*At the sound of your voice, my head lifts from what I'm doing, and I fall still. I just listen for a bit, not moving from where I am.*
*When I do eventually speak, my voice sounds almost hopeful?*
*I turn to face you, though carefully hidden behind a mask, you can see the cracks forming. The unshed tears as I look over you for a moment.*
*I put the knife down. unsure of what to do before moving across the room at lightning speed and wrapping my arms around you.*
Im sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
