[Accidental Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[This isn't the first time Emil has returned home to an uncomfortably quiet house. It's not unusual for H to be out somewhere during the day, but there's something strange about today, a weird feeling in the house that causes a sinking sensation in the pit of Emil's stomach. Hoping against hope, he's going to head upstairs and open the door to his housemate's bedroom... only to have his worst fears confirmed.

Once again, his journal falls to the ground with a thud, popping open to record a strained, shaky voice.]

N-no... no, not again... no... please...

[OOC: I know, I'm still on hiatus, but Emil wouldn't not react to his housemate vanishing.]

Comments

LJ why are you sending me notifs late ;~;

[knightofratatosk]

N-nothing! Nothing at all! Sausages for breakfast is a great idea after... w-wait, why am I even talking about this?

[BRIGHT RED.]

[crisisrain]

They're delicious huh?

[knightofratatosk]

Yeah, they are...

[crisisrain]

Do ya prefer them wider or longer?

[knightofratatosk]

W-well, if they're too wide, they won't fit in your mouth, so, um... longer?

[Emil, this is supposed to NOT be a dirty conversation here.]

[crisisrain]

But if they're long and skinny they're hardly satisfyin'.

[knightofratatosk]

...

[He totally didn't just squeak. You heard nothing.]

[crisisrain]

Though I guess it's a balance of gettin' them both just long enough and just thick enough ta get the best results.

[knightofratatosk]

[Okay, now he's starting to get really flustered.]

S-stop! I don't want to think about sausages right now!

[crisisrain]

Oh... alright. I was thinkin' of makin' ya a sausage casserole or something. But if yer not hungry that's fine by me.

[knightofratatosk]

I thought we were just going to have some tea, not... that.

[crisisrain]

A nice hot meal will cheer ya right up! Nothin' beats home cookin'~

[knightofratatosk]

Thanks, but I'm not really hungry right now. There's plenty of food that you can have if you'd like, though.

[Now that he's not as flustered, he's starting to feel a bit down again.]

[crisisrain]

Where's my cup of tea then huh?

[knightofratatosk]

I-I'm sorry!

[SCRAMBLING OFF TO THE KITCHEN TO GO MAKE THAT NOW. You're welcome to come in and sit down while he does so, Raven.]

[crisisrain]

[Raven will be sleeping on your couch until it's done then. Lazy ass.]

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil's going to come back to the living area with a cup of tea a few minutes later and... well, he's glad you're comfortable, at least.]

Um...

[crisisrain]

[zzzzzz, shortest post ever.]

[knightofratatosk]

Hey, Raven, your tea is ready.

[crisisrain]

[That woke him up.]

Yay! After tea ya get a hug. [He pats the couch next to him.] Sit.

[knightofratatosk]

Okay.

[He'll hand the cup of tea to Raven and then obediently sit down on the couch next to him.]

It's cinnamon tea... I didn't put any sugar in it or anything because I didn't know what you like.

[crisisrain]

[He looks at the cup, he's really not a fan of cinnamon.]

Well I don't like sweet things, at all.

[knightofratatosk]

I'm sorry, I can go make you some plain tea instead if you'd like...

[crisisrain]

I'd prefer that, sorry kid.

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil sets the teacup down on the coffee table (he'll drink it, so it won't go to waste) and goes to brew a fresh cup of tea, returning shortly with a fresh cup of plain old black tea.]

Here you go. Sorry about that; I didn't know you didn't like sweet things.