[closed] don't look at me >:T

[scour]

Date & Time: 05/16 noon
Location: unit 606
Characters: ctsv (scour), Adrasteius Bloodspeaker (bloodspeaker)
Summary: hungry
Warnings:

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[ CTSV IS HUNGRY AND THERE'S NOTHING HE CAN EAT ON THE EASILY-ACCESSIBLE TABLETOPS OR COUNTERTOPS OF HIS OWN APARTMENT SO HE'S GOING OUT TO GET FOOD. That is, he's going to find Adra.

He hasn't been seing Adrasteius as often recently... he does have a new car to play with and new roommates to handle and all, but he's also just been afraid to confront Adrasteius. In fact, he hasn't seen Adrasteius since he'd made that anonymous network post, and he'd probably have kept avoiding Adra, except.

Except he really, really likes Adra's cooking.

So he's here now, scurrying and squishing himself through the gap underneath Adra's door, tiny feet pitter-pattering across the ground deeper into the apartment, looking and listening for Adrasteius.

He turns a corner. He walks into a heel. ]

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[bloodspeaker]

[Adra's bustling here and there, as always, but he definitely notices the little bip of ctsv's weight against his foot. He pauses, and looks down.]

C!

[He smiles warmly -- having connected nothing of ctsv to that post -- and kneels down.]

I haven't seen you in a while. Are you doing well?

[scour]

[ ctsv scrambles back hastily, blinking up at Adra. Immediately he's a little wary -- but Adra doesn't seem unhappy to see him.

He hasn't figured it out yet, then.

ctsv folds his arms behind his back and shifts his weight from foot to foot. ]

Ye-es. I'm fine. [ He looks back up at Adra. Searchingly. ] And you?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra holds out his hand, suggesting with a wiggle of his fingers that ctsv should climb on.]

Well, I've got an irritating as fuck new roommate, but other than that, I'm surviving.

[to be honest, he looks a bit weary. A few shades paler than usual. But he is genuinely happy to see ctsv.]

Are you hungry?

[scour]

Yes. [ ctsv climbs onto Adra's fingers, again with some hesitation. But he makes himself comfortable as soon as he's safely in Adra's palm, sitting down, crossing his legs. Eager to latch on to a topic that isn't himself, ctsv asks: ] Who is your new roommate? What is the matter with them?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra carries ctsv into the kitchen, exhaling in irritation.]

He's from Azeroth--he's my race, even. But the truth is that a lot of people from my city are complete assholes. He's no exception.

[Adra sets ctsv down on the counter and turns 'round. Hmm, what does he have.]

What would you like? Pasta? Some cake?

[he squints into the fridge.]

[scour]

I want pasta... and cake. [ And usually ctsv rattles off a whole list of other things he wants, but today he just keeps it simple. ] Not at the same time.

[ He sits down on the counter and waits. IMPATIENTLY. He looks around the apartment briefly, but it seems that they're alone, for now. So ctsv doesn't see a problem with inquiring further about this new roommate. ]

What is his name? How is he an asshole?

[bloodspeaker]

Of course you do.

[Adra takes out some tiny little dishes. He's already making pasta; it's just a matter of cutting up some of what he's already prepared and spooling it into the miniature bowl. He adds a bit of fresh tomato; a sprinkling of parmesan; etc. Then he places the bowl--with bitty fork--in front of ctsv.

Once that's done, he ticks off on his fingers.]

Bitter, apathetic, lazy. The usual spate of problems that afflict my people.

[scour]

[ Yeah actually this is like ctsv's favorite part about visiting Adrasteius; the fact that there exists proper-sized silverware for him. That's great!! He picks up the bowl and the fork and starts eating immediately.

He listens to Adra tick off his roommate's failings, and he droops a bit as he recalls Adra's disappointment in ctsv himself. Though disappointment is a rather weak way of putting it. Makes it sound like Adrasteius hadn't been clearly angry. ]

Oh.... [ ctsv pokes at the remains of his pasta. ] Did they just put you together because you were from the same world?

[bloodspeaker]

Fuck if I know. I just have to deal with it, I suppose. [he peers at ctsv.] You all right there? Ready for cake?

[scour]

[ ctsv cheers up slightly at this suggestion, pushing his unfinished pasta away. He crosses his arms, irritated for no reason other than the fact that-- that Adrasteius had been angry at him. Even if Adra hadn't known it was him. ]

Yes. I am ready for cake.

[bloodspeaker]

[Hmm. It's not like ctsv to leave his food unfinished. Adra takes away the little dish, carrying it between two of his fingers. He returns with a plate of small, carefully shaped amaretto cake, doused with just a drop of the alcohol.]

There you are.

[scour]

[ ctsv takes the plate, carefully, eyeing Adrasteius the whole while. What if Adra actually knows he made that post? What if he's just pretending that everything's all right? The more ctsv thinks about it, the more suspicious he gets.

He eats the cake anyway. In silence. Look, it's not because he's uncomfortable or anything -- it's just that cake is really good. He's thoroughly enjoying it!! ]

[bloodspeaker]

C ... are you sure you're all right? You seem a little nervous. [ADRA FROWNS WITH CONNCERN. ctsv is usually pretty chatty, after all.]

[scour]

[ ctsv polishes off the last of the cake before he replies. ] Ye-es. I'm fine.

[ He places the fork on his plate, and pushes it away. There's a long pause before he says anything more; he's thinking. Thinking about whether he should even broach the topic.

He scratches his chin. ]

Only... you're very angry sometimes, yes?

[bloodspeaker]

[cheerfully.] I'm angry most of the time. It's a frustrating world, no matter where you are.

[scour]

Are you angry at me? [ ctsv crosses his arms and leans forward. ] Would you ever be angry with me?

[bloodspeaker]

No -- [he frowns. where is this coming from?] -- why would I be angry with you? What are you worried about, C?

[scour]

[ ctsv sits back, though he still looks and feels awfully uncomfortable. ]

Nothing. It's nothing.

[ Frown. Er...]

Only... I saw you... on the network... and sometimes you were very angry?

[bloodspeaker]

Well, yes ... [he mutters.] There are a lot of ridiculous things on that network.

[ctsv's discomfort is not escaping him. Adra frowns thoughtfully. Thinking.]

Is there something you're trying to say, here?

[scour]

No.

[ ctsv crosses his arms and HUFFS. ]

No, I was just wondering. That's all.

[bloodspeaker]

[oh, come on.]

Doesn't sound like it.

[scour]

[ ctsv huffs again and looks off to the side, refusing to meet Adra's gaze. Then he stands up and starts towards the edge of the counter, making to climb his way down. ]

I think I am going to go now.

[bloodspeaker]

[Wait, what? What the hell!]

Hey--come on! Talk to me, C. [He kneels down by the counter, such that he's eye level with ctsv's climbing.] What's the matter?

[scour]

[ ctsv is not deterred by Adrasteius' words or actions -- he just keeps making his way down, carefully, slipping down along one corner of the counter. ]

I don't have anything else to say. So I will go back to my room to work now.

[bloodspeaker]

[He's so flabbergasted--at least for a moment.

But then he pauses, and he reviews his recent activity on the network.

And he connects some dots.]

... I see.

If that's what you want.

[He holds his hand underneath ctsv.]

Let me help you, though.