Isa (
moonstrualcycle) wrote2019-02-27 10:30 pm
no running in the halls!
[hot off the presses, this one, horrendous new clothes and all. wherever it is in the DR's apartment building that Lea's chosen to roost, that's where Isa's getting yeeted catapulted, quite literally. at least it had the decency to drop her outside the apartment, right? enjoy the distinct sound of someone colliding hard with the wall next to the door and crumpling into a groaning mess on the floor. there's sand on her shoes, and a familiar frisbee came with her, dropped a short distance from where she landed. knock knock, Lea.]

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Why would I pass over the obvious food? Tell me it's not delicious.
[ The boulder is crunchy but easy to get down, and Lea is grinning like an asshole while she eats, casually eating the remaining grapes. She picks up the now bare stem and takes a bite of the leaf, which also makes a crunchy noise. ]
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[you have fun with that, Isa's gonna just stick with the good actual food while eyeing Lea with concern. have you just finally gone off the deep end, bestie.]
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[ The leaf is discarded on the ground by the boulders, along with the grape bunch remnants. She's keeping the remaining breads in her lap, and dusts her hands off. ]
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[like, legit, that goes for me as well irl. though Isa is peering at that boulder a little more closely to make sure it's not like, made entirely of chocolate.]
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What if it's not a rock?
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...as long as it's not bugs.
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Tree's bacon.
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If you're lying to me I'm going to pick you up and carry you until I find a body of water I can throw you into.
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[ Confidence. The tree bark is, in fact, chocolate-covered bacon. Lea is not lying about that at least. ]
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That's fine, I got a good long sleep in.
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Is it or is it not bacon?
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Looks like you're spared from a watery death for now.
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Literally everything in here is food. The ground is food. The rocks, the tables, the bowls and spoons and everything.
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What's the catch? There has to be one.
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Oh, there is one. It usually waits until I'm done eating. Speaking of...
[ Just gonna casually stroll back over to the tables. Feeling like some chicken kebabs, hmm... ]
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Why are you like this. Should I just leave now and avoid the rush?
[the piece of bacon-bark gets respectfully placed at the foot of the tree it came from, and Isa's returning to her regular food, scowling at Lea.]
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[ Isa may be wondering: is this revenge for something? It may in fact be, but no, no it's not. She really does come here for food. More than once. ]
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I remember when the most exciting food we'd ever had was at that steakhouse where they cooked on the table with all the fire.
[she is headed over though, steak sounds good for dessert, since apparently death is coming for them imminently. there are going to be like five options for Isa's mood later; it's like a gashapon but for emotions, and the secret prize will probably be either more kissing or more threats of physical violence. maybe both.]
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Oh yeah. I remember thinking how cool that was.
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Remember there was that little kid at another table who wouldn't stop crying every time the fire went up?
[easter egg: that child was kate, and this actually happened.]
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[ That's adorable, by the way. Throw her onto a table in... a sexy way?
She would be more urgent if it was more serious than it is, relax!! The kebabs are delicious, though, and Lea is sticking hers into her mouth and taking one of the giant bowls of food to... sort of trickle all of its content into another pile of food. She wants the bowl empty, is what I'm saying. ]
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Isa's just grumpy and on guard now as she eats a bit of steak with her hands directly out of the serving bowl, because fuck everything. why is she friends with someone like Lea who pisses her off like this, i ask you. (the answer is that unfortunately, Lea comes through in the clutch, and also has great legs and the right sense of humor and probably very attractive hands as well, and also spite. she's made it through everything else, why bother detaching now.)]
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Lea turns the bowl over completely and pats it to make sure it's empty, then moves to another table. She stops there, staring at Isa, and kind of looks like she's trying not to laugh. ]
Oh come on, relax. There's nothing dangerous in here. Just eat.
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[the grouchiness is only half a bluff. on the one hand she was subconsciously expecting something like this, because it's Lea. on the other hand, in this place with free food and free everything else where she ended up suddenly with a Lea who she hadn't already smooched and gotten used to again, was a little peace and quiet so much to ask?
Isa gives Lea a really sullen look, but at least moves down the table a little bit to scope out the food. she's trying, really.]
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[ She's calling the wrong bluff, isn't she? Anyway, the bowl is not a weapon or a shield, and she is now piling a little bit of food into it from every section, except the rice and noodles. Those aren't really finger foods. Roast chicken, pork, plus some wedges of various cheese and more of the breads. ]
This place regenerates food every day. Well, the whole world does, but I meant this room. It's... worth it, I'm just too lazy to deal with it usually. Kitchens are easier. Or Riku's.
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