Where has he been?

[not_broomboy]

No one had really seen hide nor hair of Liir Tigelaar since they'd settled into the mansion properly. They knew he was there, if only from the bottle supplies that were constantly used and washed and used, and he asked one or two people to watch his daughter from time to time, but mostly he was busy with Something or other

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[movesthecoin]

That someone happened to head into the kitchen a little after eight, intent on getting something to eat that would help settle his stomach. Despite how he acted with the others - indifferent, uncaring - he did care, quite deeply.

He'd been getting nauseous thinking of how to try and compromise things with Charles, though.

He looked up from the doorway as soon as he stepped through it and looked to Liir, attempting neutrality for the moment.

[not_broomboy]

"Morning," Liir greeted him with an offhand salute. He himself was rocking his daughter with one foot while he enjoyed a bit of warm cereal.

"You look almost as green as her," he observed matter-of-factly.

[movesthecoin]

"Yes, well. Perhaps I've caught a bug," he says shortly, brow furrowed.

Straight to the toaster for some dry toast, no butter.

[not_broomboy]

"Yes, well... pleasantries. You two haven't talked yet, have you?"

Sometimes, Liir had a way of being so blunt, it seemed to hold an edge.