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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. )
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. )
( 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
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
( 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. )
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. )
Fuck yeah, I'm starvin'!
[ 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?
[ 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?
( 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. )
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. )
( wow, don't call him out... )
... 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.
... 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.
[ he takes a big gulp of his drink as soon as it's poured, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, then levels his gaze with nero's. ]
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. ]
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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