[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.]

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[crisisrain]

I already did according to what people have told me. But I came back, so he might do as well.

[knightofratatosk]

[Being angry is taking too much energy, so he's just going going to hang his head with a sigh.]

I'm so tired of all of this.

[crisisrain]

Drink yer tea, it's gettin' cold.

[knightofratatosk]

Oh, r-right.

[He picks up his tea and takes a sip before looking back over at Raven.]

Um, did you want something to eat as well?

[crisisrain]

Ya suggesting givin' old Raven some of your sausages?

[Teasing? Me? No.]

[knightofratatosk]

R-Raven!

[Aaaaand he's bright red again.]

[crisisrain]

Why do ya keep gettin' embarassed when I mention sausages?

[knightofratatosk]

Because it's... that's... that's none of your business!

[crisisrain]

You're weirder than me.

[knightofratatosk]

No I'm not...

[crisisrain]

I'm not the one who spazzes at the thought of sausages.

[knightofratatosk]

You were the one who brought it up in the first place!

[crisisrain]

Yer surprisingly perverted for a kid.

[knightofratatosk]

I'm almost eighteen years old-- I'm not a kid anymore.

[crisisrain]

Then stop gigglin' like one whenever I say SAUSAGE.

Thick, long ones.

[knightofratatosk]

Hey, s-stop that!

[crisisrain]

[THAT LOOKS SO DIRTY.]

Stop what? [He sips his tea, very casually.]

[knightofratatosk]

[THAT MAY HAVE BEEN THE INTENT.]

Talking about... that!

[Emil can have sex but not talk about it, go figure.]

[crisisrain]

I'm just talkin' about the food.

[knightofratatosk]

... o-oh. I knew that, r-really.

[crisisrain]

Lyin' is a terrible trait for the youth ta have.

[knightofratatosk]

I-I'm not lying! I just thought... wait, why does it even matter what I thought? Why are we talking about this, anyway?

[crisisrain]

Because I'm kinda hungry now.

[knightofratatosk]

There's some leftover chicken if you'd like that, or if you just want a snack I've got some crackers and things too.

[crisisrain]

I'll go cook us up somethin' nice. Wanna learn a new recipe?