At The Buffet || Open Commentlog

[lastofvaldemar]

[Do-n-dooooo nothing to see here, just a prettyboy Herald-Mage getting buffet food from bear chefs. You do not see the double portions. No, really, he's not sneaking any of this food to his boyfriend who is hiding from everyone for a few days.

Honest.]

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[stonesnotsticks]

[And you don't see the teenage boy lurking by the doors, waiting for you to leave.

Wow, it's like a weird game of hide and seek where the players forgot to confirm what team they're on. How fun.]

[lastofvaldemar]

[No, he doesn't see him, Van can hear him well enough. You are not as sneaky as you think you are, boyo. He casts a glance in that direction, but makes no comment.

Sigh. You better not follow him, or Vanyel might have to have words.]

[stonesnotsticks]

[Hey, you have to admit he's not as obvious as your average teenage boy. Sneaking around in stay-hidden-or-die situations is a great way to learn.

But he doesn't appear to have any intention of stopping or following Vanyel. He doesn't even look like he'll say anything if Vanyel doesn't.]

[gunsandhonor]

[Quietly, save for the mismatched tap of his footfalls, the lame cop enters the room. Finally driven from his quarters by hunger, he surveys the area. Not many people about.

The bears make him double-take, slightly. What in the hell...?

He's surprised enough to stare at them for several moments before slipping in behind the white-haired stranger, nodding politely.]

[lastofvaldemar]

[Ven returns the nod with equal politeness, piling a selection of some kind of red-sauced pasta onto the plate that would be Remy's. He didn't know what the mad liked, but he'd seen Remy eat this before, and it was good.

Letting the man have his dignity, Van chose not to notice the bear-related double-take]

[gunsandhonor]

[He's still a bit hesitant, watching the bears carefully, and not really paying attention to what he's putting on his plate.]

... You seem pretty comfortable... even... with giant bears... looking at you.

[lastofvaldemar]

[Glance. Ah, dammit, now Van's being talked to. He avoids looking directly at the man.]

It's unusual, but I've gotten used to it. You seem rather comfortable yourself, for a man who's mixing his steak with Jello.

[kaikou_tide]

[And there's Glaukir, who's avoiding the pork and cow, but dishing himself up some chicken and fish, along with plenty of vegetables. He flashes a glance at Vanyel and gives him a brief smile to see that he's not alone.]

Ah, hello.

[lastofvaldemar]

[abvfvabfkjn, he's talking. Stealth...no, Van is not the best at it, today. He nods politely, and returned the smile.]

Good morning.

[kaikou_tide]

Hungry?

[Glaukir looks at the enormous portion of food on Van's plates, curious. Glaukir lifts his own plate which has some fish and veggies on it.]

[lastofvaldemar]

Ah, yes. It's been a trying few days, I thought I'd...overindulge.

[Crap. Let's just redirect here, a little.]

I'm Vanyel Ashkevron, I don't believe we've met.