mister I'll make a waifu out of you ♪?medanmyboyMarch 17 2010, 01:44:07 UTC
[He's not very surprised to find Gyatso there. Meditation is calming, and comforting for someone who has done it so often in their life. Nor is he really surprised that his friend is having trouble with it - although it does worry him a bit. Sometimes Gyatso seems like such a pillar, an unmovable stone...he supposes in reality nothing can be so solid.
Normally he's not one to interrupt, but we'll make an exception this time. Knock knock.]
Will we put him in a dress?medanmyboyMarch 18 2010, 04:13:28 UTC
[He comes in with the bowl in one arm, invites himself to sit next to Gyatso.]
I....here.
[He sort of awkwardly holds it out. Again, he is not confident in this plan at the least. @.@ Sob. It's been a while since he's had a friend like Gyatso...or any friend other than Med'an, really...]
well I suppose it's only fair that he wears a dress, too...medanmyboyMarch 28 2010, 04:42:42 UTC
[:D Huge success! And....fffff. He hasn't really gotten that sort of compliment in a long time. Of course, he hasn't had a best friend in a long time. (Med'an is of course in a class of his own.)]
It hurts, knowing he might never see the boy again. That when he returns to their world, it will be to die shortly afterward. But Aang is safe.
It isn't enough. But it will have to be.]
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Normally he's not one to interrupt, but we'll make an exception this time. Knock knock.]
Gyatso?
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It comes from having lived in a temple full of boys. Interruptions where a way of life, there. A temple with one less child than before....]
You may come in.
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I....here.
[He sort of awkwardly holds it out. Again, he is not confident in this plan at the least. @.@ Sob. It's been a while since he's had a friend like Gyatso...or any friend other than Med'an, really...]
Happy...White Day.
[Sometimes the bumbling works, though? :D; ]
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It's rather cute, actually. Meryl trying to be domestic.]
Thank you, Meryl....
[He gently takes the bowl from Meryl and places it in his own lap, smiling down to it.]
Did you make this by yourself?
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He folds his arms across his chest, but he's smiling.]
You say that like I can't cook or somesuch.
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Ah, it's not that you can't cook. It's that you are still learning the finer aspects of it!
[He's obviously touched.]
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[Well Meryl will just be proud of himself then. Awkwardly.]
....Are you going to try it? [Validation?]
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[Gyatso chuckles and smiles softly to Meryl.]
Perhaps if we had some spoons and bowls...?
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That would help, I suppose. Shall we...?
[He stands, and offers a hand to help Gyatso up.]
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We shall. Let us have custard.
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If I were home, it would actually be good....and have real fruit in it...it's just jam.
[Into the kitchen. He will get the spoons.]
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Half of what makes something good is the heart put into it.
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[Meryl gets them both bowls and spoons, sits, ponders the trifle. Then he gestures to Gyatso.]
You first...
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[Gyatso smiles as he takes the first bite and... only smiles more. No grimacing! Small victories!]
It is wonderful... especially made by the hands of a friend so dear to me as you.
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Mmm...
[He pokes at his own bowl.]
...even if that friend is "flashy"?
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