recess from stress.

[skycrossing]

characters: THE INSURGENCE. Or Resistance. or Raid Team. WE ARE THE OPPOSITION.
location: On the S.S. Not-Yet-Named airship.
time: Sometime during the dayyy. After those test entries. Preventing suicide, kk?
rating: G!
open/closed: semi-closed.
summary: time to relax? really? ...well.

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[healthysoda]

[a quiet groan, accompanied by a stretch was heard as Neku trudged into the kitchen. he's normally one of the only people in there, so it surprises him to see Lenalee there, of all people. with what he scavenged, a banged-up slow cooker is roasting some of the spare meat and potatoes he found in Naokoto's back. the owner had either been taken or was under questioning, because it was easy to snatch a few things and run. hey, it was what Neku did best. along with being a right creeper in the way he silently walked, the way he did now.]

Hey.

[skycrossing]

[why so mouselike, son? jumps and spins, crossed arms whipping out like rubber bands in her surprise. lucky she missed the counter by centimeters.]

Ne--Neku! [breahtes] You startled me. [recovers, tucking hair behind her ear, and glances from the boy to the pot on the stove.] ...So you were cooking too?

[healthysoda]

[--he jerks back quickly when she almost trips over herself in alarm. Am I really that quiet...? he asks himself, before he nods.]

Someone's got to. There should be enough for everyone...

[... but him, probably, but he's fine with munching on air to make sure the people who have to fight and be stable are healthy.]

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[well, no, she would have at least sensed his movement somehow, but she's mighty distracted. replaying the heartbreaking sounds of the captives in her head, you see, and she's already cleaned the kitchen. twice. there's only so much she can do, and now she was waiting...for the cookies...]

Did... you go down to find the ingredients?

I swear I'll post to the raid log too @.o

[erythrosi]

[ The General is not a happy man. He hasn't been a happy man in a long while. Nope, he's a grump, and since his hanging-out-the-window-to-get-a-damned-radio-signal-from-an-informant plan didn't work out, he's just going to continue being a grump. Kitten's hurt, he hasn't heard from bunny, his City's near demolished, he has no idea where Nevia and the princess are, grump grump grump.

But did you know one of the best ways to un-grumpify a grumpy General is to make cookies? Lenalee must've known. Scary wimmin and their psychic-ness.

So this would be Isen, sulking past the entrance of the ship's kitchen as grumpfaced as possible, and about three steps later he stops. Pauses. Shuffles backwards. Peeks in.

... cookie? ]

rofl it's fine <333 take your time.

[skycrossing]

[lenalee steps away from the stove to get a glass of water, but she sees a praticular general look in so...un-general-like she would laugh, but all he gets is a look of surprise.]

...General. Something wrong?

[erythrosi]

[ ... well. if being un-general-like gets him cookies. ]

You're baking? [ sauntering on over to go stare at that oven. oh gods, food. when has he eaten last. ] What kind?

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[watches him and trails after, though keeping a deferential distance.]

There weren't a lot of things on hand, so they're just butter cookies...with cinnamon and sugar.

[keeps a lookout for his face. she caught a glimpse, and she wasn't liking how hollow it seems to have become.]

[initiating]

[He's barely slept at all since they've taken over the ship, too worried and livid to even think about sleeping. As if he wasn't pale enough already, his face is ashen, almost as light as his hair with slight dark circles under his eyes. Being holed up in a corner and listening to the journal all night and day does that to you.

Deciding that he should at least walk around a little, he'd paid a visit to the bathroom, splashing some water on his face before heading out to the main area of the ship. Smelling what appeared to be cookies, he followed his nose to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and observing for a bit. You may or may not hear a slight tummy growl.]

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[goes some time before she actually hears riku, more preoccupied with taking the tray out and extracting the cookies off the rack. it's during mid-transfer that she realizes the growling is hot her own but someone.... behind. she turns curiously.]

...Riku. I'm sorry! I...didn't hear you. Hungry?

[initiating]

It's okay. [He shrugs, involuntary smile] A little.

[Stepping away from the door, he goes over, checking out the cookies. Indeed they look yummy. When his stomach protests again, he frowns down at himself, arm curling over his midsection.]

[skycrossing]

[takes the sound as a sign to pop a cookie into his mouth--or at least, hold one in front of it.]

Might not be too soft, but hopefully it'll appease your stomach.