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[fetuum]

Harsh? Perhaps. And it was simply his way, simply how he had learned to communicate with others. A thick wall of defense and an icy demeanor that made it easy to weed out those who sought only selfish means–ah. But this wasn’t about any of that, and he certainly didn’t think of it now.  

What the other said next allowed a raising of the brows. This, at least, piqued his interest more than a simple injury. “Cooking? … For us?” He repeated. His words were heavy with disbelief; Nagasone, usually rather inept in the kitchen… attempting to make a whole meal? “… …I … appreciate the thought, Nagasone, but I have no reservation about making meals.” The implication being that he didn’t mind making it for the both of them, but like many things, he did not elaborate on this. It was unnecessary.

Although…. his gesture was sincere, as most things with this man were. He sighed, shaking his head. 

“… I could have… at least helped, you know.”

[gansakuwo]

THE STING OF Fenris’s words strike with a similar intensity as his dearest brother. Elusive words and a distant aura would encourage the counterfeit to keep his distance when talking to him. Such was an affair he had very little problem in adhering to. Now, he had to make conscious efforts to not touch the other’s shoulder and risk those cold eyes and a shrug of the shoulders as his response. Well, he is learning in time, he knew this much.

A carefree laugh resounds from the elder sword. “Yeah. C’mon, we’re living together. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t make a meal at least once.” He had also thought that a lunch together would elicit opportunities to get to know him a little more. If they are to live together, then he would want to at least know him a little more. That plan, however, backfired; the resulting mingling in the hospital was worth the sacrifice of his thumb. “I wanted to!”

“The thought didn’t occur to me at the time.”

[fetuum]

A typical response from a typical oaf. This was, in the short time it had been, what Fenris had come to understand was Nagasone in summary. A lot of smiling, a lot of joking around… and getting into trouble like this. Nevertheless, the elf had reluctantly arrived as promised, offering him nothing more than a dull stare to have warranted the other’s words. He listened, brow twitching – and finally, as the ridiculous suggestion came, his lips folded into a thin line. Of course.

“I will have to pass.” Was his deep timbre reply. “And though I am certain I’ll regret asking… how did you manage to do this?” 

[gansakuwo]

“Haaarsh,” was Nagasone’s chimed response. For the short time he had acquainted himself Fenris, he had learned one thing: he wasn’t very receptive of the elder sword’s joviality. Aversion was commonplace, and as off-putting as it could be on the tactile sword’s end, it seemed as though he did not mind it too much in the end. It could not be helped, after all. He would have to learn to work with this guy.

An absent shrug of the shoulders, and he places the injured hand down on his lap.

“I was trying to cook us something, and... I cut myself with the kitchen knife.”

[gansakuwo]

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[gansakuwo]

“Don’t gimme that look... It was a big accident.” Big is right. A kitchen mishap did land him in the emergency room, after all. Fortunately, he’s been given stitches and bandages for the gash in his finger. Lifting his hand, he presents the injured digit to the very individual who accompanied him to the hospital this fine afternoon. True, he barely knew the guy, but a little joking around never hurt anyone.

“Kiss it better?”

fetuum

[gansakuwo]

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