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[frostfist]

WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

Comments

[frostfist]

Not one to mince words are you, Miss Gebura? [ But he knew that already. ] I'll give it some thought and give you a call when I decide.

[ Sorry, but she's stuck with him for now. ]

[bemist]

Got it. I'll see if I can lend a hand, if you're willing to go through hell again.

[ It's fine. She doesn't mind him. ]

[frostfist]

[ There's a tiny smile at that, wry and a little personal. ]

I've gotten pretty friendly with all different kinds of hells so...I think I'll manage somehow.

[ But anyway! Another stretch, another groan. He could really use a hot shower right about now but: ]

How about lunch after I clean off? As thanks [ for beating him up ].

[bemist]

[ Well, if he insists? She hasn't missed that smile, but she doesn't ask for further details. ]

I'm surprised. I thought you'd be begging off for a nap after that or something.

[ Sorry for the thrashing. Maybe. Maybe not sorry. ]

[frostfist]

[ The smile turns a little more real as he pats his stomach (and lets out a groan of pain). ]

That's what the food is for. [ His impending carb coma... ] So is that a yes or a no?

[bemist]

Sure. I'm not about to turn down a free meal.

[ That isn't going to be drugged or be fellow parts of human or any other concerning thing, at the very least.

... Poor Wriothesley, though. ]

Did you have a place in mind?

[frostfist]

Your choice. [ ....With one caveat. ] As long as it serves more than just spicy food.

[ Please don't beat up his taste buds after she already beat up the rest of him. ]

[bemist]

... Not too good with spice, huh. You'd have a rough time in the City.

[ But she nods; she's got his back. ]