![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[ Their Asian household with their one single Asian person... ]
I hope you don't mind, but I was thinking about inviting someone over for dinner sometime this week.
[ Every now and then, after living on his own for so long and doing his own thing, he has to remember to give the people in this house a heads up. And by people, it's really just Gray, because Dokja will happily do as he pleases when it comes to Eustace. ]
And if it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to be there.
I hope you don't mind, but I was thinking about inviting someone over for dinner sometime this week.
[ Every now and then, after living on his own for so long and doing his own thing, he has to remember to give the people in this house a heads up. And by people, it's really just Gray, because Dokja will happily do as he pleases when it comes to Eustace. ]
And if it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to be there.
[ Dokja has a friend he likes enough to invite over... how nice. Just as Gray is about to comment happily on that, he goes on to mention her specifically?? ]
Me? Um... as a server?
[ literally the only role she can imagine fulfilling, please let her make some tea and then melt into the background and have no strangers look at her ]
Me? Um... as a server?
[ literally the only role she can imagine fulfilling, please let her make some tea and then melt into the background and have no strangers look at her ]
[ HELLO? Now Dokja turns so that he's fully facing her because what? ]
As a server...? [ he repeats dumbly. ] No, that's not—Wait a second, is that what you think I think of you?
[ Forget the dinner. He's going to have a crisis about this instead. ]
As a server...? [ he repeats dumbly. ] No, that's not—Wait a second, is that what you think I think of you?
[ Forget the dinner. He's going to have a crisis about this instead. ]
[ Here's a lengthy pause as Dokja recovers from his shock. ]
... Gray, I'm not going to have you serve my guest in your own home.
[ He's fucked up but he's not THAT fucked up. ]
... Gray, I'm not going to have you serve my guest in your own home.
[ He's fucked up but he's not THAT fucked up. ]
[ Ah, and here they have landed at the difficult part of this plan. A sheepish look crosses Dokja's expression as he glances to the side, trying to figure out the best way to explain this. For now, he'll start off nice and easy. ]
Well, D... His name is D.
[ Cringe, he knows. ]
He's sort of new to Kenos and I was thinking it would be good for him to meet people...
Well, D... His name is D.
[ Cringe, he knows. ]
He's sort of new to Kenos and I was thinking it would be good for him to meet people...
[ Gray easily assumes the name is spelled "Dee" and is sadly wrong about it. Either way, that sounds like a normal enough reason to have someone over, so she begins to relax. ]
That's very nice of you, Mr. Dokja.
[ Soft, even. Helping out a newcomer by opening his home to them is pretty generous and hospitable. ]
What is he like?
That's very nice of you, Mr. Dokja.
[ Soft, even. Helping out a newcomer by opening his home to them is pretty generous and hospitable. ]
What is he like?
[ Is that nice of him...? He supposes he has grown fond of D which is weird to think about, so he won't think about it at all! ]
I guess you could say he's the stoic type? Someone like Eustace, but imagine a more polite version.
[ Eustace the Gruff stoic and D the Polite stoic. ]
I guess you could say he's the stoic type? Someone like Eustace, but imagine a more polite version.
[ Eustace the Gruff stoic and D the Polite stoic. ]
[ Breaks into a grin at hearing her agree to the playdate!!
Not that she knows that's what this is. ]
When's a good time for you? Any day this week works for me.
Not that she knows that's what this is. ]
When's a good time for you? Any day this week works for me.
Whenever D would like to come, I can be here.
[ She still thinks it's kind of weird that this is happening and that her attendance is for some reason essential. She'd understand more if D happened to be another teenage girl, but she feels there are better friends to be had elsewhere.
Oh well. Maybe Dokja likes D just that much.
As she's pondering these things, obnoxious laughter rises from within Gray's cloak. ]
[ She still thinks it's kind of weird that this is happening and that her attendance is for some reason essential. She'd understand more if D happened to be another teenage girl, but she feels there are better friends to be had elsewhere.
Oh well. Maybe Dokja likes D just that much.
As she's pondering these things, obnoxious laughter rises from within Gray's cloak. ]
[ Gray pulls out the weird little box himself, Add, from her cloak and holds him in her palm so he can say his piece even though she'll probably regret it. ]
Ihihihi! You're a funny one if you think idiot Gray here will be any good for dinner conversation! Do you actually hate this D guy?!
Ihihihi! You're a funny one if you think idiot Gray here will be any good for dinner conversation! Do you actually hate this D guy?!
[ Ah... Dokja's expression immediately becomes displeased when the little box appears. They had peace in this house once. ]
And maybe we can keep Add in your room when D's here.
[ IGNORES ADD. ]
And maybe we can keep Add in your room when D's here.
[ IGNORES ADD. ]
[ He's never had much fondness for the concept of homemade food, to be honest.
Gen's attachment to his home had steadily waned after his mother had left, as he'd come to realize just how little his stepmother cared for him; the quick, easy appeal of convenience store foods and nearby family restaurants had easily overpowered whatever lingering attachment he might have had to the concept of 'homemade food.' Food is food, and Gen eats mostly just to sate his appetite, or maybe enjoy something tasty. Who it's made by, or where it's made, doesn't really matter in his opinion.
But Gray's little offer sends a prickle of something soft and longing through his chest, and he's oddly reminded of the time Eustace had cooked a meal for him on his birthday. Vaguely, he wonders if this is what it's like when people say they 'miss home.'
Though Gen says nothing at first as he feels that slender arm wrap around him in a clumsy, lopsided hug, he does sigh after a moment. And instead of pushing Gray away, he gives her an awkward pat to the back. ]
Sure. [ The way his hand lingers on her back afterwards might even count for a reciprocation of the hug, if given some leeway for his usual aversion towards shows of affection. ] Just so long as you don't go getting yourself killed again, alright?
[ And this much, he says without any pretension, his hand squeezing at Gray's shoulder for just a moment before withdrawing\; his tone of voice is serious and firm. It's not even that he wants to avoid the trouble of having to retrieve Add again. -- Gray just deserves better. He'd stake his life on it. ]
Gen's attachment to his home had steadily waned after his mother had left, as he'd come to realize just how little his stepmother cared for him; the quick, easy appeal of convenience store foods and nearby family restaurants had easily overpowered whatever lingering attachment he might have had to the concept of 'homemade food.' Food is food, and Gen eats mostly just to sate his appetite, or maybe enjoy something tasty. Who it's made by, or where it's made, doesn't really matter in his opinion.
But Gray's little offer sends a prickle of something soft and longing through his chest, and he's oddly reminded of the time Eustace had cooked a meal for him on his birthday. Vaguely, he wonders if this is what it's like when people say they 'miss home.'
Though Gen says nothing at first as he feels that slender arm wrap around him in a clumsy, lopsided hug, he does sigh after a moment. And instead of pushing Gray away, he gives her an awkward pat to the back. ]
Sure. [ The way his hand lingers on her back afterwards might even count for a reciprocation of the hug, if given some leeway for his usual aversion towards shows of affection. ] Just so long as you don't go getting yourself killed again, alright?
[ And this much, he says without any pretension, his hand squeezing at Gray's shoulder for just a moment before withdrawing\; his tone of voice is serious and firm. It's not even that he wants to avoid the trouble of having to retrieve Add again. -- Gray just deserves better. He'd stake his life on it. ]
[ Gray places her other hand flat on Add's "head," turning him into a sandwich. The movement is gentle, but Add's eyes immediately go round, almost comically so. ]
He'll behave.
[ She'll make sure of it... especially because she doesn't like the idea of leaving him out of her sight, even if he's only a room away. ]
If you ever think he's out of line, you have my permission to discipline him.
He'll behave.
[ She'll make sure of it... especially because she doesn't like the idea of leaving him out of her sight, even if he's only a room away. ]
If you ever think he's out of line, you have my permission to discipline him.
[ This feels backwards... ]
I think I should be the one telling you that.
[ Don't let Add call you an idiot, Gray!!!! ]
But alright, he can be there if he behaves. How does tomorrow evening sound?
I think I should be the one telling you that.
[ Don't let Add call you an idiot, Gray!!!! ]
But alright, he can be there if he behaves. How does tomorrow evening sound?
[ Gray is aware that Gen isn't a hugging type of person, so in a way this is more for her than him; she isn't adept enough at expressing herself verbally to convey all of her feelings without something extra.
The awkward pats to her back are enough for her to accept that he understands, so she mercifully lets him go. It goes without saying that she isn't looking to die again any time soon, but she still responds with all due solemnity. ]
I won't. I've learned my lesson. And now that I have Add again, I won't lose in a fight.
[ A fair one, anyway. And magic can be pretty cheap, so she can't make promises there. But what's important is the sentiment.
She holds the basket out toward Gen again. She isn't letting him go home without a cute woven basket in hand. ]
The awkward pats to her back are enough for her to accept that he understands, so she mercifully lets him go. It goes without saying that she isn't looking to die again any time soon, but she still responds with all due solemnity. ]
I won't. I've learned my lesson. And now that I have Add again, I won't lose in a fight.
[ A fair one, anyway. And magic can be pretty cheap, so she can't make promises there. But what's important is the sentiment.
She holds the basket out toward Gen again. She isn't letting him go home without a cute woven basket in hand. ]
[ The easy answer would be nothing at all because D is a vampire, but who knows that? ]
... Soup?
[ Dokja who has zero cooking experience or skills thinks soup is easy enough. It is just water and some ingredients? ]
... Soup?
[ Dokja who has zero cooking experience or skills thinks soup is easy enough. It is just water and some ingredients? ]
Page 13 of 18