Need to talk privately with Cilan? Send him a message via the crystal or carrier pigeon? Want to meet with him without posting a log for it? Here's the place to do it!
You're really making me hungry over here, Cilan! [ Laughter, positivity--that's what they need. That's what he needs, to keep his feet moving and his mind away on what he sees before to, to think of why it's happening, why it needs to be stopped. ]
One day--I wanna eat a food just like that! [ Let him continue of this beautiful line of thought a little longer. ] How about it? You can cook it up...and I can do the chopping! Or get the ingredients! I want it bursting with flavour, so much--so much that it's gonna be too good to eat! It'll explode right there in the oven because it's too good!
[ Yes, this is exactly the best thing to think about. But even that has to calm, with the atmosphere of burning heat and rubble, the stench of death on their nostrils. But it's something. Was something. Is. Red fastens it close to his heart, his voice sobering but the buzzing gratitude still strong in his voice. ]
This is it, Cilan... we're going to get right back up, each time. No matter what! [ Just like he said.
Ah, that sounds really nice! [Ahaha] Perhaps sometime after this is over, I'm sure I can find something that would have a fun taste when prepared with other people, or really, if there's anything that you'd be interested in learning how to make, that can be arranged too.
[Aside from when he's working with other people at his job, normally Cilan tends to do a lot of cooking on his own. Ash and Iris tried helping once, and... well, they were ten year olds who didn't know how to prevent food from burning, but maybe Red will be easier to teach since he's older and might know better.
At the thanks he's given, the feeling of gratitude and warmth seems to get stronger from his end, however--]
You're welcome, but... you don't have to thank me for something like that--it's only natural to look after your friends, right?
You're the expert. I'll leave finding the perfect food to you!
[ Also, because that seems more fun than actually saying 'cake' like he'd imagine blowing up into pieces in an oven just moments ago. (Which they should probably not really do, but
no need to cross it out, either.)
But as Cilan continues, his words bring a more softer appreciation than talks of food, and something more delicious than any meal as well. Friendship--the word alone had a certain power to it, gives Red's movements that extra boost to them. ]
Right! [ A quick reply, simple and all that's needed, and a beat before he adds: ] If you need help, call me!
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One day--I wanna eat a food just like that! [ Let him continue of this beautiful line of thought a little longer. ] How about it? You can cook it up...and I can do the chopping! Or get the ingredients! I want it bursting with flavour, so much--so much that it's gonna be too good to eat! It'll explode right there in the oven because it's too good!
[ Yes, this is exactly the best thing to think about. But even that has to calm, with the atmosphere of burning heat and rubble, the stench of death on their nostrils. But it's something. Was something. Is. Red fastens it close to his heart, his voice sobering but the buzzing gratitude still strong in his voice. ]
This is it, Cilan... we're going to get right back up, each time. No matter what! [ Just like he said.
It's a promise. ] Thanks for watching my back!
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[Aside from when he's working with other people at his job, normally Cilan tends to do a lot of cooking on his own. Ash and Iris tried helping once, and... well, they were ten year olds who didn't know how to prevent food from burning, but maybe Red will be easier to teach since he's older and might know better.
At the thanks he's given, the feeling of gratitude and warmth seems to get stronger from his end, however--]
You're welcome, but... you don't have to thank me for something like that--it's only natural to look after your friends, right?
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[ Also, because that seems more fun than actually saying 'cake' like he'd imagine blowing up into pieces in an oven just moments ago. (Which they should probably not really do, but
no need to cross it out, either.)
But as Cilan continues, his words bring a more softer appreciation than talks of food, and something more delicious than any meal as well. Friendship--the word alone had a certain power to it, gives Red's movements that extra boost to them. ]
Right! [ A quick reply, simple and all that's needed, and a beat before he adds: ] If you need help, call me!
[ Let's kick some butt, Cilan. ]