drove to Chicago, all things know, all things know

[cherryblooded]

[This is getting so routine.

Cherryblod had thought about napping the rest of the day, like he'd said, but there are people to take care of, people who'd been closer to Aiden and Shirazu than he had been. So after about an hour in his room to decompress, he'd headed to the kitchen and started cooking. At some point Stan and Bruce had both joined him.

Almost everyone seems to want to take care of those who are remaining. Almost everyone.

The food this time is mostly soup and sandwiches - nothing fancy, nobody's in the mood to appreciate it - but it's there set up in the dining room by the time everyone (alive) receives notes under their doors. ...He slips an extra one for Sigrun under Mettaton's door, just in case.]

[name],
If you want to spend this time by yourself, that's fine.
If you'd rather have some company, there's food in the dining room, and you're all welcome there.
If you want to take some food and go, that's fine, too.
Take care of yourself.
-Cherryblod, Stan, Bruce

Comments

[garudynamic]

Talk to Sigrun, Bruce and Stan. We'll figure out a plan.

[Squeeze, because secret whispering or not, the hug is legit as fuck]

[cherryblooded]

You know I don't need repayment for that.

[It's what he does, especially for the people he cares for.]

But I'll try not to argue.

[cherryblooded]

[Squeeze back, because when can he say no to that, never.]

Count on it.

[garudynamic]

[He steps back, nodding]

We'll get through this.

[isafraid]

An evening for music eh? I'm not against it.

[it does lift the mood a little. Nice legs by the way.]

[captainobnoxious]

Good. I wouldn't take any debate anyway, sweetheart, you know that.

[By this point, who doesn't, goodness gracious.]

[isafraid]

...Hmm, only a cup of tea, and maybe an answer to a question?

[Speedwagon takes a moment to answer, like he's musing over it. He's... currently working on something, from the looks of the pen in his hand.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Thank you. She toned them herself.]

Glad to hear it. I know it's not all that right since... we usually mourn these times and all, but hey. I'm really tired of being sad.

[cherryblooded]

If I ever learn to play a song from home half-decently, you'll be the first to hear my performance. How about that?

[cherryblooded]

Of course we will. We'll stay strong.

[There just isn't another option he can take.]

[cherryblooded]

Will do my best. What question is it?

[...Don't be a quiz show.]

[captainobnoxious]

[-- Oh boy.]

That sounds great! Do you want flute lessons with the detective? Or are you doing it on something else?

[garudynamic]

[He knocks his knuckles against the wall- without the brass it lacks that satisfying clink]

Might head back to the dining room. Get some soup too. Dunno. Wanna come with?

[He'll end up back out here eventually either way, but he can spare some time for Cherry]

[cherryblooded]

Of course. There should still be some that's warm.

[The kitchen is locked by now, so he can't heat it up...]

[isafraid]

Me too. [He got a seat near Sigrun, currently trying to enjoy some of the soup Cherry, Bruce and Stan made.

If it's possible, he might have run out of tears by now.]

How long have you really been playing that thing?

[garudynamic]

Beggars can't be choosers.

[cherryblooded]

Torn between ukulele and noisepress.

[The ukulele, Mettaton had taught him enough that he can probably make his way from here. The piano has the advantage that he knows some songs actually meant to be played on it.

Though, the song he has in mind for Sigrun isn't one of those.]

[isafraid]

[God no. From what he can tell, quiz shows suck.]

It's simply something I wrote down here. [He holds up a folded piece of paper between his fingers. The one he had been covering.] Thought it might be an excellent riddle. You'll like it.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe I'll break into the kitchen just to use the microwave for you.

[garudynamic]

Ha! Wouldn't that stick right in his craw!

[cherryblooded]

[Don't they just.]

Lay it on me.

[cherryblooded]

He shouldn't have gotten between me and warm soup.

[captainobnoxious]

Hm... For a long time now. Ever since I was young. I held a lyre before I held a blade, but they said once I got my hands on the second I never let go.

[She misses her dagger, really. And her gun. They were parts of her as much as anything else is, though she's gotten used to not having them now.]

It's just tradition where I'm from though. You sing, you play, you kill, you live.

[isafraid]

[He holds out the paper for Cherry to take.]

[cherryblooded]

[He accepts it!

What are the odds it's a secret message?]