[SCENE] Kristoph and Wright in: Borscht Delivery
((Backdated about a week, say~))
Wright: *it took some time to encourage the Borscht Bowl Club's main chef to actually start cooking before noon, but when Phoenix arrives at Kristoph's door he's got two large containers worth of--what else--hot borscht in a tied plastic bag. He glances into the nearest window before pressing the doorbell by the front entrance with his free hand*
Kristoph: *Kristoph, dressed in long pajamas and bathrobe, is slow answering the door. When he does, it's clear he wasn't expecting company. His hair is for once not perfectly gelled, but tied back in a loose pony-tail, and his face is pale with dark circles under his eyes. When he sees that it's Phoenix standing there his immediate reaction is to smile, though how genuinely is anyone's guess*
Kristoph: *clears his throat before speaking* I didn't think you'd really come.
Wright: So little faith in me, huh? *cracks an easy grin in return as he studies the other man's features* I was wondering if you'd be all dolled up in spite of things... but gee, you look terrible, Gavin.
Kristoph: *Kristoph's smile stays but now it's clearly forced. Still, he pushes at his hair self-consciously* Thankfully, I'm not quite as sick as I look. I'd invite you to come in, but I'm not sure you want to risk catching it...?
Wright: *waves with his free hand, and steps towards the open door* I've got a few days of sick pay I'd like to take advantage of. Besides, this stuff has to be heated up again and Pascal will kill me if it's not done on the stove. *his grin is still friendly, but it's just a touch wider by now* Hope you're not still tired of borscht.
Kristoph: To the contrary. Since I'm missing our usual dinner date, I was afraid I would go into withdrawal. *He closes the door behind Phoenix and gestures towards the kitchen* You're very thoughtful.
Wright: I know you'd do the same for me. ...I just don't happen to get sick very often. *chuckles as he makes his way into the kitchen, setting everything down beside the stove-- he finds the pots in one go, and it only takes him two to find the ladles* No one else has been by, I'm guessing?
Kristoph: No, it's been very quiet around here. *takes a seat at the kitchen table with a tall thermos of tea he's been working on all morning* It's just as well, I've spent most of my time asleep.
Wright: Almost sounds pleasant. *cracks open the lid of the containers, pouring their contents into the waiting pot. A rather pleasant smell wafts through the air*
Wright: *as he turns on the stove and stirs* So-- it's just a headcold? No stomachache, diarrhea? I could always make a run to the drug store if you need it.
Kristoph: Throat, sinuses, the usual. Nothing too dreadful, thank goodness. Though I'm running out of headache medication. *smirks* At least the lack of appetite has been good for my diet.
Wright: *checks the heat, then glances over at Kristoph* Don't tell me you're still watching your figure. You're such a woman.
Kristoph: *rolls his eyes.* I'm just joking. Though it's true I haven't eaten much. *He pulls a nearby box of tissues over and blows his nose*
Wright: It's hard to tell when you joke about these things, you know? *works as he talks, finding the bowls and also the drawer with the spoons, laying one of each out on the counter*
Kristoph: Even after all this time? *Kristoph tries to smile but he's interrupted by a powerful sneeze that almost tosses his glasses off, and he grumbles as he reaches for the tissues again. He sets the glasses aside for now*
Wright: Well, you've really given me no reason to think otherwise. *grins as he brings the ladle up to his mouth, testing the temperature of the soup-- it's not quite hot enough, yeeet* Better not step in the courtroom until you get better--the judge penalizes you for outbursts like that, you know.
Kristoph: I'm not stepping out my front door for a while yet. *blows his nose again and last relaxes with a weary sigh.* At least the weather hasn't gotten you down. How is your daughter?
Wright: Oh, she's great--but unlike us, Tru actually enjoys the cold. *gives the soup a nonchalant stir* How about your brother?
Kristoph: Well enough. Though I'm not sure about his motorcycle. *manages a bitter little smirk* Out in the snow like that, poor vehicle.
Wright: A ha ha. There's been quite a few accidents lately. In times like these, nothing beats heading around on foot. *pours the borscht into the waiting bowl--there's enough for another portion, so he places a lid on the pot before bringing the bowl and spoon over to the table* *a grin* Need someone to feed you?
Kristoph: *shoots him a glare* I think I can manage. *tests the heat with his pinky before tasting a spoonful* Thank you.
Wright: Welcome~ *takes a seat beside him, leaning his elbows on the table* Just as good as at the Bowl Club itself, hmm? Sans the below-freezing atmosphere.
Kristoph: It is very authentic. *takes slow sips, enjoying the warmth more than the taste* I'd suggest having our dinners here from now on but I'm afraid of you touching my instruments.
Wright: What good would it do me, toiling and moiling for the prettiest piece of your china? *laughs, propping his head on a hand* Besides, I'm technically supposed to be working every time you stop by. Even if I don't do much of that, I doubt they'd happily let me slip over to your place for a quickie.
Kristoph: Such a shame. *some other time he might press their teasing further, but his stomach gives an uneasy squirm and he frowns through another slow spoonful* I'll have to make do with your freezer then.
Wright: When you're good and ready. *eyes him merrily* At the moment, you're looking a touch too green for my taste.
Kristoph: *wincing* I feel a little green. *starts to lift the spoon again but pauses, his brow furrowing* I don't think it's the borscht...
Wright: I didn't put anything extra in it, if that's what you're implying. *tilts his head* Need to lie down for a minute?
Kristoph: I think so. *sets the spoon back down and stands, looking a little dazed. He rubs his temple as he wanders back toward the living room... but before he gets there he pauses, as if suddenly remembering something*
Wright: *is just in the middle of standing up-- he raises an eyebrow* Gavin?
Kristoph: I think I... *doesn't finish his sentence either--he turns a deeper shade of green and makes a sudden rush for the bathroom. He makes it in time to throw up the few sips of borscht into the toilet rather than all over his floor*
Wright: *follows Kristoph over to the bathroom, waiting by the door. He can't help a chuckle from escaping his lips--okay, he probably could, but he doesn't* I really didn't put anything extra into the borscht, I swear.
Kristoph: *rolls his eyes, but can't respond right away--another heave almost sends his glasses falling into the toilet bowl, but he's just fast enough to catch them. When he thinks he's safe again he leans back with a sigh* Would you mind pouring me some water?
Wright: Sure. *and he disappears into the kitchen, returning after a few moments with just an empty glass. He stoops over beside the toilet, offering the item forward* Careful, or you'll get your hair thing dirty.
Kristoph: *He tucks his hair into the back of his robe just to be sure and starts to take a drink, only to realize the glass Phoenix offered him is empty. He glares at it for a moment, confused, and at last pours himself some water from the bathroom sink* Thank you.
Wright: *with a sunny smile* Not a problem. You want me to put the food away? I can't imagine you touching it again in this state.
Kristoph: Yes, please. It was very kind of you to bring it, but I hope it will keep for a while longer. *rinses his mouth out a few times in the sink*
Wright: This stuff can last for months, as long as you freeze it right. I know they do it back at the restaurant. *heads out into the kitchen, bringing Kristoph's bowl and spoon over to the counter. The contents of the bowl he pours back into the pot -- not the most sanitary option, perhaps-- and the pot he puts into the fridge. He starts washing up the leftover items after that*
Kristoph: *enters the kitchen and places the glass in the sink* Thank you. I'm sorry to have wasted your generosity.
Wright: Doesn't trouble me in the least. *rather sleepily adjusts the position of the knit hat on his head* If you need anything else just drop me a line, alright?
Kristoph: Yes, I will. *smiles grimly* Hopefully we can have a proper dinner soon. *turns toward the door, intending to see Phoenix out*
Wright: *chuckles* Don't rush it-- wouldn't want you to have to make a run to the bathroom from our usual table-- you wouldn't make it in time. *follows Kristoph to the door, stepping out when it is opened*
Kristoph: I can move fast when I need to. *It's a stale attempt at humor but it's all he has in him at the moment. Still, he manages to smile.* Give my regards to your daughter.
Wright: *chuckles at the joke anyway* I will. *and he walks off, waving a hand behind him as he's on his way*
Kristoph: *His smile holds up long enough for Phoenix to be out of sight, and then he scowls, almost slamming the door as he turns back inside. He's suddenly afraid he might vomit again.*
Wright: *it took some time to encourage the Borscht Bowl Club's main chef to actually start cooking before noon, but when Phoenix arrives at Kristoph's door he's got two large containers worth of--what else--hot borscht in a tied plastic bag. He glances into the nearest window before pressing the doorbell by the front entrance with his free hand*
Kristoph: *Kristoph, dressed in long pajamas and bathrobe, is slow answering the door. When he does, it's clear he wasn't expecting company. His hair is for once not perfectly gelled, but tied back in a loose pony-tail, and his face is pale with dark circles under his eyes. When he sees that it's Phoenix standing there his immediate reaction is to smile, though how genuinely is anyone's guess*
Kristoph: *clears his throat before speaking* I didn't think you'd really come.
Wright: So little faith in me, huh? *cracks an easy grin in return as he studies the other man's features* I was wondering if you'd be all dolled up in spite of things... but gee, you look terrible, Gavin.
Kristoph: *Kristoph's smile stays but now it's clearly forced. Still, he pushes at his hair self-consciously* Thankfully, I'm not quite as sick as I look. I'd invite you to come in, but I'm not sure you want to risk catching it...?
Wright: *waves with his free hand, and steps towards the open door* I've got a few days of sick pay I'd like to take advantage of. Besides, this stuff has to be heated up again and Pascal will kill me if it's not done on the stove. *his grin is still friendly, but it's just a touch wider by now* Hope you're not still tired of borscht.
Kristoph: To the contrary. Since I'm missing our usual dinner date, I was afraid I would go into withdrawal. *He closes the door behind Phoenix and gestures towards the kitchen* You're very thoughtful.
Wright: I know you'd do the same for me. ...I just don't happen to get sick very often. *chuckles as he makes his way into the kitchen, setting everything down beside the stove-- he finds the pots in one go, and it only takes him two to find the ladles* No one else has been by, I'm guessing?
Kristoph: No, it's been very quiet around here. *takes a seat at the kitchen table with a tall thermos of tea he's been working on all morning* It's just as well, I've spent most of my time asleep.
Wright: Almost sounds pleasant. *cracks open the lid of the containers, pouring their contents into the waiting pot. A rather pleasant smell wafts through the air*
Wright: *as he turns on the stove and stirs* So-- it's just a headcold? No stomachache, diarrhea? I could always make a run to the drug store if you need it.
Kristoph: Throat, sinuses, the usual. Nothing too dreadful, thank goodness. Though I'm running out of headache medication. *smirks* At least the lack of appetite has been good for my diet.
Wright: *checks the heat, then glances over at Kristoph* Don't tell me you're still watching your figure. You're such a woman.
Kristoph: *rolls his eyes.* I'm just joking. Though it's true I haven't eaten much. *He pulls a nearby box of tissues over and blows his nose*
Wright: It's hard to tell when you joke about these things, you know? *works as he talks, finding the bowls and also the drawer with the spoons, laying one of each out on the counter*
Kristoph: Even after all this time? *Kristoph tries to smile but he's interrupted by a powerful sneeze that almost tosses his glasses off, and he grumbles as he reaches for the tissues again. He sets the glasses aside for now*
Wright: Well, you've really given me no reason to think otherwise. *grins as he brings the ladle up to his mouth, testing the temperature of the soup-- it's not quite hot enough, yeeet* Better not step in the courtroom until you get better--the judge penalizes you for outbursts like that, you know.
Kristoph: I'm not stepping out my front door for a while yet. *blows his nose again and last relaxes with a weary sigh.* At least the weather hasn't gotten you down. How is your daughter?
Wright: Oh, she's great--but unlike us, Tru actually enjoys the cold. *gives the soup a nonchalant stir* How about your brother?
Kristoph: Well enough. Though I'm not sure about his motorcycle. *manages a bitter little smirk* Out in the snow like that, poor vehicle.
Wright: A ha ha. There's been quite a few accidents lately. In times like these, nothing beats heading around on foot. *pours the borscht into the waiting bowl--there's enough for another portion, so he places a lid on the pot before bringing the bowl and spoon over to the table* *a grin* Need someone to feed you?
Kristoph: *shoots him a glare* I think I can manage. *tests the heat with his pinky before tasting a spoonful* Thank you.
Wright: Welcome~ *takes a seat beside him, leaning his elbows on the table* Just as good as at the Bowl Club itself, hmm? Sans the below-freezing atmosphere.
Kristoph: It is very authentic. *takes slow sips, enjoying the warmth more than the taste* I'd suggest having our dinners here from now on but I'm afraid of you touching my instruments.
Wright: What good would it do me, toiling and moiling for the prettiest piece of your china? *laughs, propping his head on a hand* Besides, I'm technically supposed to be working every time you stop by. Even if I don't do much of that, I doubt they'd happily let me slip over to your place for a quickie.
Kristoph: Such a shame. *some other time he might press their teasing further, but his stomach gives an uneasy squirm and he frowns through another slow spoonful* I'll have to make do with your freezer then.
Wright: When you're good and ready. *eyes him merrily* At the moment, you're looking a touch too green for my taste.
Kristoph: *wincing* I feel a little green. *starts to lift the spoon again but pauses, his brow furrowing* I don't think it's the borscht...
Wright: I didn't put anything extra in it, if that's what you're implying. *tilts his head* Need to lie down for a minute?
Kristoph: I think so. *sets the spoon back down and stands, looking a little dazed. He rubs his temple as he wanders back toward the living room... but before he gets there he pauses, as if suddenly remembering something*
Wright: *is just in the middle of standing up-- he raises an eyebrow* Gavin?
Kristoph: I think I... *doesn't finish his sentence either--he turns a deeper shade of green and makes a sudden rush for the bathroom. He makes it in time to throw up the few sips of borscht into the toilet rather than all over his floor*
Wright: *follows Kristoph over to the bathroom, waiting by the door. He can't help a chuckle from escaping his lips--okay, he probably could, but he doesn't* I really didn't put anything extra into the borscht, I swear.
Kristoph: *rolls his eyes, but can't respond right away--another heave almost sends his glasses falling into the toilet bowl, but he's just fast enough to catch them. When he thinks he's safe again he leans back with a sigh* Would you mind pouring me some water?
Wright: Sure. *and he disappears into the kitchen, returning after a few moments with just an empty glass. He stoops over beside the toilet, offering the item forward* Careful, or you'll get your hair thing dirty.
Kristoph: *He tucks his hair into the back of his robe just to be sure and starts to take a drink, only to realize the glass Phoenix offered him is empty. He glares at it for a moment, confused, and at last pours himself some water from the bathroom sink* Thank you.
Wright: *with a sunny smile* Not a problem. You want me to put the food away? I can't imagine you touching it again in this state.
Kristoph: Yes, please. It was very kind of you to bring it, but I hope it will keep for a while longer. *rinses his mouth out a few times in the sink*
Wright: This stuff can last for months, as long as you freeze it right. I know they do it back at the restaurant. *heads out into the kitchen, bringing Kristoph's bowl and spoon over to the counter. The contents of the bowl he pours back into the pot -- not the most sanitary option, perhaps-- and the pot he puts into the fridge. He starts washing up the leftover items after that*
Kristoph: *enters the kitchen and places the glass in the sink* Thank you. I'm sorry to have wasted your generosity.
Wright: Doesn't trouble me in the least. *rather sleepily adjusts the position of the knit hat on his head* If you need anything else just drop me a line, alright?
Kristoph: Yes, I will. *smiles grimly* Hopefully we can have a proper dinner soon. *turns toward the door, intending to see Phoenix out*
Wright: *chuckles* Don't rush it-- wouldn't want you to have to make a run to the bathroom from our usual table-- you wouldn't make it in time. *follows Kristoph to the door, stepping out when it is opened*
Kristoph: I can move fast when I need to. *It's a stale attempt at humor but it's all he has in him at the moment. Still, he manages to smile.* Give my regards to your daughter.
Wright: *chuckles at the joke anyway* I will. *and he walks off, waving a hand behind him as he's on his way*
Kristoph: *His smile holds up long enough for Phoenix to be out of sight, and then he scowls, almost slamming the door as he turns back inside. He's suddenly afraid he might vomit again.*