Journal Posting due to extreme timeline fuckitry plus my schedule

[over_the_fop]

Who: Browl, Ptou, SPARKLES
When: Day 56, lunchtime
Where: In Sparkles
What: Two former gods and AN UNSUPERVISED KITCHEN

[It is a day after drunken antics, fallout has happened, life has continued...

And it's lunch time...




Ptou can't FIND anyone but a browl at the moment.]

We might have.. a dilemma.

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[librorian]

[my nails are so pretty right now. he's face down on the couch, glasses having wandered off somewhere during the night. at the sound of Ptou's voice, he mutters and adjusts the pillow he's hiding his head under]

Gotten yourself into yet another situation you don't like after all?

[over_the_fop]

[You possibly also have the skin of a killer. You know. POSSIBLY.]

[He stops...] Not only is that entirely unfair, but this one affects more than me.

[librorian]

Well, it doesn't affect me. Go have your problems somewhere else.

[over_the_fop]

[Luckily, Ptou's never been easily dissuaded by anything ever.]

...

How many cooking books have you memorized?

[librorian]

All of them.

[over_the_fop]

Excellent! How interested are you in lunch that's edible?


Hypothetically.

[librorian]

[dully and technically]

If I refuse to eat today, I will experience hunger, pain, and a brief bout of nausea before my body accepts that it will not receive food and will begin to leave me alone again.

[over_the_fop]

I'll see what we have in ingredients!

[librorian]

[grumbles, finally sitting up]

Leave it for the rest of the apartment. They'll get something arranged.

[over_the_fop]

That seems a bit helpless though, doesn't it?

[librorian]

Why spend time and effort on a result I know will be poor when they can manage it much easier with significantly better results?

[standing, regardless]

[librorian]

... much more easily.

You've corrupted even my grammar.

[over_the_fop]

...

I will tolerate a great many insults, but own up to your own grammar. What kind of a fiend do you think I am?

[librorian]

An insatiable wordmongler.

[over_the_fop]

You could at least refrain from fragments now that you're aware of your deficiency.

You can go right back to bed and wait for dinner. [GOING TO THE KITCHEN. NOPE. ANGRY PUPPY MODE.]

[librorian]

[oh hell no, following you into the kitchen for that]

Don't try to manipulate me. It won't work.

[over_the_fop]

What in that could possibly be manipulation?

[PANS, CUPS... what is that thing even. NOPE TOO MIFFED TO CARE. THAT GETS PUT DOWN TOO.]

[librorian]

The part where I lie on the couch and allow you to make whatever mischief you are up to. Probably some kind of flower-flavored vodka.

[over_the_fop]

There is a gross deficit of potat-

... Really do you think they COULD be distilled?

[Looking back at the flowers, SUDDEN MOOD SHIFT. He is slightly ruled by curiosity, yes.]

[librorian]

Lacertan liqueur.

[over_the_fop]

... I'm sure Aerta's apartment has already begun work on it.

[Back to figuring out what we have. A LOT OF MEAT.]

[librorian]

[siiiighhhh]

Then leave them to it.

[over_the_fop]

I am. I am.

There was a great deal of "Not as planned" yesterday.

[librorian]

And that excuses what about your behavior, exactly?

[over_the_fop]

[You know very well I can't apologize if I'm not sorry, bastard.]

There was logic behind the part you actually object to.