[Another picture, this time of him peering up from the bottom of the frame with a wide shot behind him because I have no idea what sort of shops exist that sell plants in Eltrut. But he's there, at one of them.]
[Said by the most oblivious dunderfuck in all of Hell, actually.]
bird aftr my own heart, damn! be bak in a jif, jus gatta grab din.
[And true to form, he returns in fairly short order. He's been doing a bit of cooking here and there, learning about the food options in Eltrut, but today he just grabbed the closest equivalent to Chinese takeaway. Greasy, easy, reheats well, all while providing sustenance without further eating up their evening. He hefts the paper bag upon entry.] Eyyy, Stolas! Got some takeout for horse plant talk.
[Stolas’s talons coiled around his shellphone, his eyes softening. He didn't have the heart to correct Blitzø’s misunderstanding of the meaning behind his words. Books did make him happy, don't get him wrong. There has just been... one person that's been slowly getting him back on his feet.
Shortly after the imp in question came bursting through their book with his usual enthusiasm. The owl's head spun around unnaturally from his spot on the couch to peer back at him. 'Take out'? His head cocked to the head curiously, raising to his feet to walk over to the table.]
Take...out? [Stolas repeats.] I don't think I've ever had that before. Should be interesting.
[He smiled at Blitzø as he came to join him with the brown paper bag.]
I... I went out today. Did you know there's is this lovely little cafe down the street with a library?
Yeah, ta-- aaaugh, creepy bird neck thing, put that back the way it belongs!! [He sets the bag on the table near the door and waves his hands at Stolas, laughing. Once Stolas is standing and has all his bodyparts facing the right way, he pats the bag with both hands.] Takeout. Food from a place that... makes it, that you take out of the restaurant with you. Sometimes also called takeaway I think? But not like leftovers, like I ordered it to be brought back with me.
[His tail loops happily behind him when Stolas mentions going out.] Did you!! I knew about the library but I haven't been-- you know I don't do too much reading. You have a good time?
[Excuse you, his bird neck isn't creepy, thank you very much. Still that owl laughed at the comment, settling in at the table. Turning his attention to the bag, Stolas gave his head a little thoughtful tilt.]
Oh I see.... I think I have had something similar. I have had deliveries to the palace from restaurants from the other Rings. [When his staff wasn't cooking for him, that is. Or his depression strikes and he cereal.] I am interested in trying out this 'takeout' to see how it compares.
[The smile on his beak widens a bit as he nods. He touched grass, praise him.]
I did. It was nice to sit down and read like I used to. There is also someone interested in making a book club, I saw. I expressed my interest in joining them. Not sure when the first meeting will be...
[It's SO creepy to someone without all the extra vertebrae in his neck!! His tail winds into a social little loop, mirroring the motion and tilting his head along with Stolas.]
Yeah! That's takeout, totally. Fancy royal bullshit takeout, but y'gotta start somewhere. [He puts the bag on the coffee table and tears it clean down one side, then proceeding to lay out the little wax-lined paper cartons and do similar with them, opening them and splaying their lids and jamming a pair of chopsticks in each.] Greasy smorgasbord of the finest in MSG! Or, I hope-- I've not tried Eltrut Chinese yet.
[He smiles warmly as Stolas regales his day, circling around the couch and fixing up the blankets on it, patting them.] Sit, I'm gonna wash m'hands.
[As he wanders off to do so, he calls from the kitchen.] Book club, eh? That just like... meeting up with a group of people and chilling together reading?
[Stolas watched him fuss over the couch from his spot at the 'dinning room' table, just happily listening to him talk more about takeout. It was probably nothing like what he was used to but... he would try. What we're his other options? Plus, the imp always seemed so happy to provide for him. Maybe he should-
The thought was cut off as Blitzø beckoned him over to sit down and he stood up to go over to sit back down on their shared couch. He examined the small white containers as he called back over his shoulder.]
Yes, it's something like that. Usually we pick a book to read together and we discuss it. I say usually as of I've ever done it before... You're more than welcome to join me, if you want.
[Blitzø is a Giver, in all senses of the word. He likes to look after people, he likes to cook, he's honestly so domestic it's stupid. But he's shy about it, most of the time, and only his closest and dearest see this side of him.]
[Hands washed, he dries them off on a towel in the kitchen, humming as he comes back out into the living-dining-whatever area. He hoists himself up onto the back of the couch and then vaults himself over it, dropping onto his ass on the cushions beside Stolas.] I could, if you want? But I don't do a whole lot of reading, and I'd probably get bored and annoying real quick.
[He swats a hand through the air to discard Stolas' probable concern that his interests were boring to Blitzø-- reading was usually boring, to him, but he didn't mind that Stolas liked it in the least. And anyway--] You should have shit you do without me hangin' around, too.
[He rubs his hands together like a fucking fly and points, either with a hand or his tail, naming off each of the cartons' contents. It's a pretty broad spectrum, and he made sure to get a few things without eggs.] Humans eat this shit up, it's apparently an American take on Chinese that is not even remotely authentic. Good as shit, though.
[No... no... Blitzø was right. It would be good for him to have his own thing. God, was he coming off too clingy? Blitzø was the only familiar thing in this place. Maybe he was latching on a bit strong... Down casting his eyes, he gave a small hoot with a nod.]
Of course, you're right.
[He mutters, turning his sight back on the food. He tried listening to Blitzø as he explained what was out before them. None of it sounded familiar, but he did his best to look like he was following. When he was finished, he gave another understanding nod.]
Here's to trying new things.
[His long talons fiddle with the pair of sticks that came with the meal. How were you meant to-? Eventually he gave up and stabbed and twisted at the box of noodles to get a mouthful. Oh... Oh. He could taste the greasy comfort on his tongue. It was different from anything he had at the palace, that's for sure... It wasn't... bad.]
I can see why humans like it. It's very...[Whats the word? His hand gestures in the air trying to find it.] ... cozy?
[Blitzø didn't mind the clinginess-- it sort of made sense, given the unfamiliarity of Eltrut. He was so used to being on his own and responsible for himself, and had been here for months to boot, it hadn't even occurred to him that maybe Stolas would... appreciate some guidance. He didn't really consider himself much of a guiding type.]
[He tilts his head, looking Stolas over and trying to read the meaning clearly hidden under that forlorn little hoot.]
[But then he's moving on to the food, which seems positive, so Blitzø is quick to hand him whichever he seems most interested in and then claim one of his own, getting a hearty chuckle out of Stolas fighting with chopsticks. He holds his own pair of disposable wooden ones, showing him how to place them against his fingers and then grabbing his own mouthful of chow mein. He grins, licking his lips and swallowing before talking. What manners.] Yeah? Cozy's a good word for it. If the grease is too much don't overeat, I've got some salad shit in the fridge. Don't want you making yourself sick for the bit.
[Observing how the imp held the two little sticks, he tries to imitate, with limited success. They were still a bit tricky to hold with his long delicate talons. At least, he made a valid attempt as he tried again to pluck the slippery noodles from their container.]
Oh no, no! [Stolas shook his head, trying not to look ungrateful for the food.] Its just a new experience for me. I have been trying my best to adapt to my new living situation. Sleeping in clothes still feels a bit suffocating.
Might be easier to just kinda shovel, [He offers, showing Stolas how to just kind of move noodles with the chopsticks directly into his mouth.] Or there's probably a fork in one of the bags.
[He sticks his tongue out as he scoots toward them and looks, shrugging both his shoulders.] So sleep naked? It's your place.
[No, god dammit, he was going to master these devil sticks if it was the last thing he does. He was a man of culture. A man of... oh fuck it. Stolas lifted the little white container to his beak to mimic Blitzø's demonstration. Just when he had a mouth full of noodles, the imp dropped that on him.
Choking on lo mein, it took a moment for the owl to collect himself. Heat flooded the goetia's face as his eyes blinked slowly, questioning. ]
[Fuck around and find out with your devil sticks, Stols.]
[When he starts choking, Blitzø pivots and crawls up onto the couch with a cup of water that was either there or he fucking teleported to the kitchen and back (he may have, the crystal does work in Eltrut), pressing it into one of his hands when he can breathe again.]
[As such, he's perched on his knees practically in the owl's lap when he questions the notion of his stance on sleeping naked. Blitzø doesn't seem to understand why this is an issue to discuss, tilting his head.] I mean, sure? It's not like it's anything I haven't seen, birdie-- and it's your place. I sleep out here most nights anyway, and you're covered in feathers. If Mo comes by I'll put socks on the windows when you're naked.
[He's only processing like. Half of why this is a discussion.]
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text; un: laminitis (mostly because stolas needs to see this is his shellphone ID lol)
[A photo of Blitzø crouched down beside an ornate-looking plant follows.]
plent!
Oh, he sees it
Oh, isn't that a pretty one. Already shopping for plants without me?
huehuehue
jus saw eet
u want?
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told it 2 stay
if its gud plent he'll bee here wen we cum back.
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Oh I'm sure he will be a good plant and stay put. Where are you at right now?
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I didn't think you would be this excited over plants. Its.... adorable.
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neway its not the plents rly its bc they make u happy
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[COUGH COUGH]
Sooooo, when are you heading back? I made a list of horse-themed plants for you.
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[Said by the most oblivious dunderfuck in all of Hell, actually.]
bird aftr my own heart, damn! be bak in a jif, jus gatta grab din.
[And true to form, he returns in fairly short order. He's been doing a bit of cooking here and there, learning about the food options in Eltrut, but today he just grabbed the closest equivalent to Chinese takeaway. Greasy, easy, reheats well, all while providing sustenance without further eating up their evening. He hefts the paper bag upon entry.] Eyyy, Stolas! Got some takeout for horse plant talk.
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Shortly after the imp in question came bursting through their book with his usual enthusiasm. The owl's head spun around unnaturally from his spot on the couch to peer back at him. 'Take out'? His head cocked to the head curiously, raising to his feet to walk over to the table.]
Take...out? [Stolas repeats.] I don't think I've ever had that before. Should be interesting.
[He smiled at Blitzø as he came to join him with the brown paper bag.]
I... I went out today. Did you know there's is this lovely little cafe down the street with a library?
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[His tail loops happily behind him when Stolas mentions going out.] Did you!! I knew about the library but I haven't been-- you know I don't do too much reading. You have a good time?
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Excuse you, his bird neck isn't creepy, thank you very much.Still that owl laughed at the comment, settling in at the table. Turning his attention to the bag, Stolas gave his head a little thoughtful tilt.]Oh I see.... I think I have had something similar. I have had deliveries to the palace from restaurants from the other Rings. [When his staff wasn't cooking for him, that is. Or his depression strikes and he cereal.] I am interested in trying out this 'takeout' to see how it compares.
[The smile on his beak widens a bit as he nods.
He touched grass, praise him.]I did. It was nice to sit down and read like I used to. There is also someone interested in making a book club, I saw. I expressed my interest in joining them. Not sure when the first meeting will be...
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It's SO creepy to someone without all the extra vertebrae in his neck!!His tail winds into a social little loop, mirroring the motion and tilting his head along with Stolas.]Yeah! That's takeout, totally. Fancy royal bullshit takeout, but y'gotta start somewhere. [He puts the bag on the coffee table and tears it clean down one side, then proceeding to lay out the little wax-lined paper cartons and do similar with them, opening them and splaying their lids and jamming a pair of chopsticks in each.] Greasy smorgasbord of the finest in MSG! Or, I hope-- I've not tried Eltrut Chinese yet.
[He smiles warmly as Stolas regales his day, circling around the couch and fixing up the blankets on it, patting them.] Sit, I'm gonna wash m'hands.
[As he wanders off to do so, he calls from the kitchen.] Book club, eh? That just like... meeting up with a group of people and chilling together reading?
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The thought was cut off as Blitzø beckoned him over to sit down and he stood up to go over to sit back down on their shared couch. He examined the small white containers as he called back over his shoulder.]
Yes, it's something like that. Usually we pick a book to read together and we discuss it. I say usually as of I've ever done it before... You're more than welcome to join me, if you want.
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[Hands washed, he dries them off on a towel in the kitchen, humming as he comes back out into the living-dining-whatever area. He hoists himself up onto the back of the couch and then vaults himself over it, dropping onto his ass on the cushions beside Stolas.] I could, if you want? But I don't do a whole lot of reading, and I'd probably get bored and annoying real quick.
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No, you're probably right. I was just expending the offer if you wanted to tag along. It might be boring for you...
[Clearing his throat, he readjusted his posture, eyes focusing on the tubs of food in front of them.]
Sooo... tell me what you brought?
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[He rubs his hands together like a fucking fly and points, either with a hand or his tail, naming off each of the cartons' contents. It's a pretty broad spectrum, and he made sure to get a few things without eggs.] Humans eat this shit up, it's apparently an American take on Chinese that is not even remotely authentic. Good as shit, though.
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Of course, you're right.
[He mutters, turning his sight back on the food. He tried listening to Blitzø as he explained what was out before them. None of it sounded familiar, but he did his best to look like he was following. When he was finished, he gave another understanding nod.]
Here's to trying new things.
[His long talons fiddle with the pair of sticks that came with the meal. How were you meant to-? Eventually he gave up and stabbed and twisted at the box of noodles to get a mouthful. Oh... Oh. He could taste the greasy comfort on his tongue. It was different from anything he had at the palace, that's for sure... It wasn't... bad.]
I can see why humans like it. It's very...[Whats the word? His hand gestures in the air trying to find it.] ... cozy?
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[He tilts his head, looking Stolas over and trying to read the meaning clearly hidden under that forlorn little hoot.]
[But then he's moving on to the food, which seems positive, so Blitzø is quick to hand him whichever he seems most interested in and then claim one of his own, getting a hearty chuckle out of Stolas fighting with chopsticks. He holds his own pair of disposable wooden ones, showing him how to place them against his fingers and then grabbing his own mouthful of chow mein. He grins, licking his lips and swallowing before talking. What manners.] Yeah? Cozy's a good word for it. If the grease is too much don't overeat, I've got some salad shit in the fridge. Don't want you making yourself sick for the bit.
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Oh no, no! [Stolas shook his head, trying not to look ungrateful for the food.] Its just a new experience for me. I have been trying my best to adapt to my new living situation. Sleeping in clothes still feels a bit suffocating.
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[He sticks his tongue out as he scoots toward them and looks, shrugging both his shoulders.] So sleep naked? It's your place.
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Choking on lo mein, it took a moment for the owl to collect himself. Heat flooded the goetia's face as his eyes blinked slowly, questioning. ]
What? No-I.... Would you be okay with that?
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[When he starts choking, Blitzø pivots and crawls up onto the couch with a cup of water that was either there or he fucking teleported to the kitchen and back (he may have, the crystal does work in Eltrut), pressing it into one of his hands when he can breathe again.]
[As such, he's perched on his knees practically in the owl's lap when he questions the notion of his stance on sleeping naked. Blitzø doesn't seem to understand why this is an issue to discuss, tilting his head.] I mean, sure? It's not like it's anything I haven't seen, birdie-- and it's your place. I sleep out here most nights anyway, and you're covered in feathers. If Mo comes by I'll put socks on the windows when you're naked.
[He's only processing like. Half of why this is a discussion.]
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this thread is about to be very nsfw lollll
Oh, very
rip any unsuspecting readers they've been so vanilla all this time
Lol, last warning
fffff
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RIP neighbors
fuck them neighbors
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