this isnt the manor you cant just fight whoever cuz you feel like it you dont know him and you dont know how strong he is sides if youre gonna fight (and i'm not sayin you should) at least scope him out first if he gets the jump on you cuz you jumped in reckless & unprepared then where would you be? dead
( This is basically how their heist convos used to go, probably. )
yeah, well some people are lucky i guess... and i mean if he didn't laugh off the idea of you ashin his kid then his kids probably not that strong right? which means they'd probably be easier to tail and all hypothetically
what am i a charity it's not like i'm lookin for kids to feed just that if this guy had a real whole kid id make them somethin nice for getting stuck in this weird place just basic decency is all
( okay... but what if it's... a little baby... a little googly goo... like it's still gonna die in a month but What If, brad...... )
whatever if it's a human kid it's basically powerless even if it's an "adult" human stake the kid out real quick and segue into staking out that lilia guy and you'll know what you're dealin with if you hassle the kid don't bother em too bad if they are just a little thing though they could die of shock
[ he's gonna arrive just a few minutes later, flying down his broom and entering the place almost too excited because he knows what's going on inside those doors: food! ]
( isn't the husband supposed to bring home the bacon... smh
Bradley is indeed greeted by the delicious scent of fresh food, Nero arranging their meals on plates - a process he wisely sped up so Brad wouldn't be tempted to sneak food from the pots. It's pork omelette, corn soup, and a few other smaller dishes with a little bit of this and that - all food reminiscent of the manors' youngests' favorites.
Nero, who didn't put all this together intending to torture himself with memories of the kids at the manor, looks up from his somewhat nostalgic arrangement of the plates to greet Brad, a grin curling his lips. Despite everything, nothing makes him happier than someone excited to eat food he made. )
's not like it's got legs to run away with. Sit, come on.
( He says as he takes up their plates and brings them to the table, then sets about bringing the rest of the meal dishes over to the table for additional helpings. )
[ dont ask what he was doing, he was probably dicking around up to no good somewhere.
either way, coming home to nero was heaven - for many reasons, and this was definitely one of them. the smell of a homecooked meal was something that could only be beat by its taste, after all. bradley's mouth was already salivating when he sits down on his chair, looking with a shine in his eye at all these perfectly cooked dishes... dishes that were... a little too familiar, really. ]
. . .
[ maybe nero didn't do it on purpose, but corn soup, omelette, and the little side dishes? he's definitely seen this before. he stabs into the omelette without saying anything, taking a bite. it's as good as ever. he swallows, looking at nero like he's about to praise his cooking as usual, but instead-- ]
( The question takes him off guard, his usual, soundless setting of the table marred by an unpleasant clink as his thumb slips from the bottom of the plate, and it's set down on the table.
His brows furrow slightly, and he casts his gaze across the table. Ah.
... He sighs. )
... That guy sent me another message. Said his kid's 18. That's about the age range everyone's in, just about.
( It's rough, not having Shino waking him up in the middle of the night for snacks, or Riquet's drawings hung up in the kitchen as he cooks. Not that he'd ever admit it. He definitely says it's whatever. But it's not whatever. )
( He finally takes a seat once he's set the drinks down on the table, and poured something for himself and Brad. Chef's habit to be fussed about serving. )
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i could take him
[ lilia. ]
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you cant just fight whoever cuz you feel like it
you dont know him and you dont know how strong he is
sides
if youre gonna fight (and i'm not sayin you should) at least scope him out first
if he gets the jump on you cuz you jumped in reckless & unprepared then where would you be? dead
( This is basically how their heist convos used to go, probably. )
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shut up.
. . .
but fine ok
i'll find out how strong he is
he just pissed me off.
says he has a child that lives here and all.
[ how dares he brag about being a father? ]
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yeah, well
some people are lucky i guess...
and i mean if he didn't laugh off the idea of you ashin his kid then his kids probably not that strong right?
which means they'd probably be easier to tail and all
hypothetically
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hypothetically huh
tho
idk if theyre a real kid or not yet
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( bad news about one of those kids nero )
would be nice if they were a lil kid though
not that there should be a kid here
but id make em cookies or somethin
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[ they could barely handle the basilisk???? and nero's thinking of dragons??? ]
hey.
knock it off.
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what knock what off?
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there aint any kids here for you to feed
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what am i a charity
it's not like i'm lookin for kids to feed
just that if this guy had a real whole kid id make them somethin nice for getting stuck in this weird place
just basic decency is all
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so it doesn't matter, does it
we aint gonna waste time associating with em
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whatever
if it's a human kid it's basically powerless
even if it's an "adult" human
stake the kid out real quick and segue into staking out that lilia guy and you'll know what you're dealin with if you hassle the kid
don't bother em too bad if they are just a little thing though
they could die of shock
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but YOU should know that tellin me not to do something aint a good idea
[ he won't mess with the kid, though, but, he just wanted to get the last word in because northern pride. ]
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yeah yeah
just tell me when
( he's not saying he'd come along okay, he could just want to know so he'll know where tf brad is if he's gone way too long, but, )
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i'm heading home now
what's for dinner
kinda want pork today if you havent made anything yet
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i started making eggs on an impulse
but i can fit pork into it easy
maybe some soup on the side
( mitile-riquet neurons activating... )
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fuck yeah
really cram it in there
don't let it get cold okay i'm almost there
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see you
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Hey, Nero! Where's my pork!?
[ where's the bacon!!!!!!!! ]
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Bradley is indeed greeted by the delicious scent of fresh food, Nero arranging their meals on plates - a process he wisely sped up so Brad wouldn't be tempted to sneak food from the pots. It's pork omelette, corn soup, and a few other smaller dishes with a little bit of this and that - all food reminiscent of the manors' youngests' favorites.
Nero, who didn't put all this together intending to torture himself with memories of the kids at the manor, looks up from his somewhat nostalgic arrangement of the plates to greet Brad, a grin curling his lips. Despite everything, nothing makes him happier than someone excited to eat food he made. )
's not like it's got legs to run away with. Sit, come on.
( He says as he takes up their plates and brings them to the table, then sets about bringing the rest of the meal dishes over to the table for additional helpings. )
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[ dont ask what he was doing, he was probably dicking around up to no good somewhere.
either way, coming home to nero was heaven - for many reasons, and this was definitely one of them. the smell of a homecooked meal was something that could only be beat by its taste, after all. bradley's mouth was already salivating when he sits down on his chair, looking with a shine in his eye at all these perfectly cooked dishes... dishes that were... a little too familiar, really. ]
. . .
[ maybe nero didn't do it on purpose, but corn soup, omelette, and the little side dishes? he's definitely seen this before. he stabs into the omelette without saying anything, taking a bite. it's as good as ever. he swallows, looking at nero like he's about to praise his cooking as usual, but instead-- ]
You're thinkin' of them, aren't you?
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His brows furrow slightly, and he casts his gaze across the table. Ah.
... He sighs. )
... That guy sent me another message. Said his kid's 18. That's about the age range everyone's in, just about.
( It's rough, not having Shino waking him up in the middle of the night for snacks, or Riquet's drawings hung up in the kitchen as he cooks. Not that he'd ever admit it. He definitely says it's whatever. But it's not whatever. )
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he sighs, taking another bite before speaking. ]
It's not a sin to admit you miss them.
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... Just got used to 'em, is all.
( He finally takes a seat once he's set the drinks down on the table, and poured something for himself and Brad. Chef's habit to be fussed about serving. )
But I guess we're gonna be here for awhile.
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I'm sure they're fine. They've got Oz and Mithra there. Figaro and the twins, too.
[ which, for the record, was not easy to admit at all, but to appease his babygirl's anxiety? anything. ]
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