Life is a sh!t sandwich...
Who: Kunsel & Elfé for now. (Possibly open later to whoever's in Sion's house?)
When: Sometime after Shera texts her.
Location: ...Sion's house.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kunsel is emo-ing uh, fasting in repentance for his past sins. Or whatever. Elfé is sent to deal with him.
"I don't understand why you can't just bring this to him yourself," she told Sion quite pointedly, gazing unimpressed at the tray of food that he held out to her. Elfé had heard a quick recap of the previous night's events from Shera and certainly didn't mind helping (if anything, she had a debt of kindness to repay), but there had to be a limit to these thing.
Deliveries? Not a big deal. Cooking? Relatively painless (at least with Shera's supervision cooperation). Babysitting? Absolutely not.
"This requires delicacy, you know," he replied, smoothly and innocently. "A woman's sensitivity. He's not going to listen us guys and well... Shera doesn't want to put any pressure him. He's feeling guilty enough as it is. Please?" He gave her an imploring look, trying not to falter as her own bore disapproval into him (--delicacy my ass), and was finally relieved as she reluctantly held out her arms.
"Fine."
Sion flashed her the most charming smile he could muster (which she ignored as best as possible), deposited the tray into her hands, and quickly excused himself.
The girl remained there for a moment, and then heaved a long-suffering sigh before proceeding through the door and down the basement stairs. She paused at the last step, and peered around until she caught sight of her charge.
"...Kunsel, right?"
When: Sometime after Shera texts her.
Location: ...Sion's house.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kunsel is emo-ing uh, fasting in repentance for his past sins. Or whatever. Elfé is sent to deal with him.
"I don't understand why you can't just bring this to him yourself," she told Sion quite pointedly, gazing unimpressed at the tray of food that he held out to her. Elfé had heard a quick recap of the previous night's events from Shera and certainly didn't mind helping (if anything, she had a debt of kindness to repay), but there had to be a limit to these thing.
Deliveries? Not a big deal. Cooking? Relatively painless (at least with Shera's supervision cooperation). Babysitting? Absolutely not.
"This requires delicacy, you know," he replied, smoothly and innocently. "A woman's sensitivity. He's not going to listen us guys and well... Shera doesn't want to put any pressure him. He's feeling guilty enough as it is. Please?" He gave her an imploring look, trying not to falter as her own bore disapproval into him (--delicacy my ass), and was finally relieved as she reluctantly held out her arms.
"Fine."
Sion flashed her the most charming smile he could muster (which she ignored as best as possible), deposited the tray into her hands, and quickly excused himself.
The girl remained there for a moment, and then heaved a long-suffering sigh before proceeding through the door and down the basement stairs. She paused at the last step, and peered around until she caught sight of her charge.
"...Kunsel, right?"