039 ± [visual | location: the northern island] all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty
When Glitch awoke, he knew the following: that he was in Taxon, in the palace, in his own room, in his own bed, his limbs were comfortably entangled with DG's, his right shoulder ached a bit but that was typical and would fade as the day went on, and that there was a lengthy list of things he wanted to accomplish. When plans for how to organize and
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It isn't until he's crossed half the distance from the kitchen nook to the tablet that the rest of Glitch's broadcast sinks in.
...one hundred percent brainier.
Glitch, but a hundred percent brainier.
For a moment the room spins; he catches himself on the back of the couch, staring at the tablet, at the tiny little screen and the familiar face. No stutters. No mumbling, no stuttering, just clear, crisp speech, no stumbling anywhere. He sits down heavily on the floor, back to the couch and just breathes for a good few minutes.
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The smile he returns to Cain now lacks the bitterness of only a moment ago. "About riddles? Or being trouble-causing?"
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Banter, banter was good, banter would distract him more from being angry at the aliens. Banter would be a decent test of if the new brain would work with the old...everything.
"Maybe some of the riddle-trouble would go away if we got rid of the talking to doohickeys stuff." Yes that is the technical term. "I did manage to remember a muglug recipe, for some reason."
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And seeing Glitch face to face, while daunting and terrifying and comforting at the same time, might just lend itself to less cryptic phrasing. It might give him a chance to figure things out for himself, once and for all.
(Paul might be a lot of things from bitchy to incredibly brilliant and back again, but between his insisting Wyatt eat something while he's there working, and having someone not quite so involved to talk to, Wyatt found it easier and easier to sleep at night. It did wonders for his nerves.)
"Yeah," he said, nodding the once. "Muglug sounds good."
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"I'm sure it's just like somebody's mother's cook used to make," Glitch said with a nod. "Plus...have you seen the place since I got moved? Actually in a lake now, it's really--"
He was going to say 'dramatic' but the clear-as-day memory of hauling Cain's sopping-wet frozen self away from the front door popped in his head, and he made his own face.
"Different. I'll meet you at the bridge." The base of the bridge, to walk him across. Seemed like a plan.
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All the hours spent swimming in the Sanctuary pool had nothing on this place, and the waters seemed ominous, too dark for comfort. A pool was one thing. Facing what looked like the lake where he'd almost drowned was another matter entirely.
He walks up to his friend, touches his hat in greeting.
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"Hi," he said and gestured across the short causeway to the looming, impossible wall of ice. "I guess they got tired of the 'northern' part and decided to work on the 'island'. I think I've gotten used to it."
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Standing in front of the double doors, he finally looked at the other man, his comrade-in-arms and friend-like-no-other. "I'm just glad they let me stay in Central. It's good enough.
"Your set up is nice, though. More like home than before."
He realized with sinking dread he hadn't been here since the zombie incident. While those were memories he wished to forget just as much as the rest of them, he couldn't help but feel it was about damn time they had a chance to replace them.
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"Yeah, it's pretty. But just another...false comfort, probably," he replied and opened the doors, closing them once they'd both entered the main hall. He led the way through the columns to the kitchen entrance to the left of the stairs.
The kitchen was a blend of sleek Ozian modernity (very art deco) with a dash of rustic Renaissance flair. There was a simple table which had likely once served the staff but was now where Glitch took his meals, as the grand dining room was too big and too lonely to deal with. This day it hosted a rare occasion: place settings for two.
"Have a seat, I'll plate this up. Hoepfully it won't be lethal."
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An annoying, excruciating, mind numbing, comforting murmur in the background that he never expected to appreciate so much.
Walking inside, he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings beyond a cursory glance here and there - decor, check, shadows, check. Once he finally reached the table, he sat down with a heavy sigh.
"If you kill me with muglug, you'll have a lot of explaining to do."
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He ladled up two bowls of soup, then returned to the table and set them down before seating himself. "As a guest of the regent's court, your only obligation is to take one bite and politely go 'mmm'."
Insert your own level of seriousness there.
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While Glitch served up the soup, Wyatt placed his hat on the lone chair beside him, then poured them each a glass full. Then, picking up his spoon, eyes glinting with no small amount of mischief, he made a show of being a polite guest. Complete with humming.
Okay, so he can't be any sort of imp for too long. "'S good."
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The declaration of goodness got one of those vaguely surprised and also proud smiles, which lasted right up until Glitch got his own taste of the soup. He chewed and swallowed, frowning, then glanced at the bowl with suspicion before having another tentative mouthful.
"That's...that's not what I think I was expecting."
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Pause. Frown. Blink.
"Wherever that is."
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