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@starkraven-mad
John grinned when Mars practically jumped on him and yelled his pet name. He wrapped his arms securely around him and kissed the top of his unkempt hair. “It’s me. Really, really…hey, I’m not smelly!” he protested, making a face at the other. “How’s things?”
"Well not that kind of smelly but you smelly smells, the familiar ones," Mars explained, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment as he tried to explain, "Boring, and sometimes scary, but mostly boring,"
“Bun?” Aphrodite inquired, eyeing him curiously for a moment before averting her gaze from him to the small rabbit that had popped it’s head out of his hoodie. Her eyes lit up. “Oh my goodness!” She replied with a noise that resembled a quiet squeal, but not loud enough to scare the animal. “Oh, he’s adorable. Does he like to be pet?”
“Mmmhmm, he does,” he pulled the small animal out and held him up to her, “He won’t scratch or anything, he likes being held and stuff, if you wanna hold him,” the little fella wiggled it’s nose at the female, “He helps keep the voices away sometimes, somethin’ called an emotional support animal, so he’s around,”
Aphrodite let out a soft chuckle as she made her way back to the counter next to the stove, she had pulled out a box of lemon ginger tea, but at the sight of the box of earl grey, she thought that may do the trick instead. “I’d love some!” She replied with a smile, “I was actually in here to make some myself, and actually earl grey sounds like just what I need.” she put the box she had pulled out back and pulled down two tea mugs from the cabinet above.
“Earl Grey is what everyone needs,” he added, opening the small box and pulling out two tea bags, putting one in on mug and another in the next while they waited for the water to boil, “Both tea, and the bun,” he unzipped the hoodie he had on, a small grey rabbit popped it’s head out sniffing, “This is the bun, he goes everywhere with me,” he explained. “Likes to hide in my hoodies,”
“Have you tried any of the other stove eyes?” She asked, moving around the kitchen and opening various cabinets. “There’s got to be a hot plate somewhere..”
Mars looked a little dumbstruck, “I forgot they existed,” he said, testing the others, finally finding one that would turn on, “I sorted it!” he popped open a cabinet and pulled out a box of earl grey, “Do you want tea?” he asked her, his head tilting sideways in a questioning manner.
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“Yes, I think it’s broken,” Mars answered, chewing on his lip rings.
Aphro grabbed the box of lemon ginger tea she had been searching for and made her way over to the stove, standing next to him. “Well what seems to be the problem?”
He turned the dial on the stove, a clicking noise sounding from somewhere within, "Won't heat, turn on," he looked at it with a pout of confusion. "I just wanted tea..."
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Fifi leaned against the wall, trying to suppress her amusement. “Have you tried turning it off and back on again?”
Mars nodded, “Yes, it’s just being...touchy, or something,”
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“I swear to the jesus kettle, stop being cold,” he turned the knobs on the stove again, looking about to find why it wasn’t working, “fuck’s sake…”
Aphrodite had been rummaging through a cabinet looking for a particular type of tea. She had heard someone else come into the kitchen, but had hardly acknowledged them until she heard him scolding the tea kettle. “Need help”
“Yes, I think it’s broken,” Mars answered, chewing on his lip rings.
“I swear to the jesus kettle, stop being cold,” he turned the knobs on the stove again, looking about to find why it wasn’t working, “fuck’s sake...”
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John came walking in with his few belongings packed up in a bag that was slung over his shoulder. “I’m not surprised you found stuff, after all you’ve had it hoarded up in all the rooms for a while now.” He dropped his bag on the empty, unused bed on the other side of the room before coming over to ruffle the other man’s hair a bit. “Looks like we’re roomies now.” He grinned and sat down next to him. “Sure, tea sounds lovely.”
Mars eyes grew wide, almost for a moment he thought John was a hallucination, made up somewhere along the way for whatever reason his mind decided. His words didn’t process, but he got a tingle when he ruffled his already chaotic locks and leapt when he sat down beside him almost directly into the other’s lap, “CARROT!” he half yelled, burying his face into the others shoulder, inhaling the familiar scents, “It’s you, real you, smelly you, you you,”
Carly had been wandering around quietly, mumbling to herself about how upset she’d been since arriving. The tears were about to fall till she heard small noises, and suddenly she was being yelled at which sent her over the edge. “W-w-what? Am I in trouble?”
“No? I just asked if you wanted tea,” Mars replied, tilting his head at the new person. He had never seen them before, and was curious, “I’m Mars,”
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“I found stuff,” Mars crawled out of the cabinet in the newly changed out room, pulling out tea, a small kettle, and a hot plate, “Yay, I did it here too,” he settled into the floor and soon had the kettle heating, rocking side to side as he watched it warm up, he looked up when he felt eyes on him, “Hi! I made tea!” he exclaimed in a satisfactory tone. “Want tea? I have it, making it I mean,”
Ursula was making some rounds through the building, letting some of the other doctors know that she was back, mostly, and checking in. When she heard some noise from a nearby room, and what sounded like boiling water, she decided to check it out. She smiled when she saw Mars sitting on the floor by a boiling tea kettle. “Mhm, tea. What kind of tea?”
“Earl Grey,” Mars said simply, “I had peppermint but I dunno where it went off to,” he looked around for a moment, unable to find it and ended up just shrugging, “I’m Mars by the way, hi,”
“I found stuff,” Mars crawled out of the cabinet in the newly changed out room, pulling out tea, a small kettle, and a hot plate, “Yay, I did it here too,” he settled into the floor and soon had the kettle heating, rocking side to side as he watched it warm up, he looked up when he felt eyes on him, “Hi! I made tea!” he exclaimed in a satisfactory tone. “Want tea? I have it, making it I mean,”
“I found stuff,” Mars crawled out of the cabinet in the newly changed out room, pulling out tea, a small kettle, and a hot plate, “Yay, I did it here too,” he settled into the floor and soon had the kettle heating, rocking side to side as he watched it warm up, he looked up when he felt eyes on him, “Hi! I made tea!” he exclaimed in a satisfactory tone. “Want tea? I have it, making it I mean,”
“Scones are so fancy!” She told him with a wide grin, “In fact, I love scones, I’d love one. And I can relate. My favorite thing that I used to do at home was drink wine and bake. I’d bake so many things, often too many of whatever I was baking as well, mostly due to the wine. But you can never have too many sweets.”
“Oh good!” Mars said laughing, taking another drink from the bottle, “I thiiinkk...this is vodka,” he held the bottle up and sniffed the inside of it, “I either do rice or scones, depending on how much I’ve had or not..” he had been good about not drinking up until now, but gave in to simply give himself a reprieve from the voices in his head.
“Oh, I’m sure you could whip up something fancy in no time.” She said, leaning against the counter and watching him cook. “It looks good though, smells good too.”
“Hmmm...are scones fancy?” he asked, then grinned, “You’re welcome to some, I get too excited and always make too much, specially if alcohol is involved,” he looked at the half empty bottle he held before sitting it down.
“And what exactly is your version of fried rice, if you don’t mind me asking?” She approached him with a light laugh, watching him take another drink from the glass bottle in his hands.
“Rice, veggie stuff, the soy sauce stuff,” Mars’ nose scrunched up as he tried to remember everything, “Nothing fancy, I’m quite shit at fancy,”
Music blasted from the kitchen, the smell of something similar to fried rice permeating out the door and in the hallways. The young man was dancing about the kitchen, hair moving about before he paused and took a drink from a bottle, “So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs we will never be never be anything but loud and nitty gritty! DIRTY LITTLE FREAKS!” he paused drinking again, “SO RAISE YOUR GLASS!” he danced a bit more, stirring the concoction in the wok in front of him, hearing movement at the door, he looked over, “Just freak out already,” he said to who it was, shooting a slightly buzzed grin at them.
“Mars what on earth are you doing?” Belle asked him with a half grin half ‘wtf are you doing’ look on her face. She leaned against the door frame for a moment longer before strolling into the kitchen.
“Makin’ fried rice,” he said, doing a little dance where he stood, “Well..s’my version of fried rice,” he took another drink from the bottle.
