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

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, no kiddin'. I'd really like a hot tub, but I'm guessin' he doesn't take requests.

[Stan sighs, looking up at the ceiling.]

...could go for a window, too.

[pokexplorer]

If he can supposedly materialize floors from nothing, then I don't see why hot tubs would be out of the question. Then again, it's him. So, who knows.

[He sure doesn't feel like making any conversation with the Kingmaker to find out.]

A window would indeed be nice... A few weeks ago, Miss Sigrun was painting sunrises and sunsets. I still miss those parts of everyday life.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah. I miss seein' outside...it'll be gettin' too cold for fishing soon, if my memories aren't lyin' to me.

[who knows when they left or anything, really. how does time work.]

But even just goin' out here would be nice. Assumin' it ain't a nuclear wasteland or some shit.