towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: AU Equius and you!
Setting: That little kitchen at the back of the cafeteria.
Format: Either.
Summary: Equius has a bizarre form of therapy. But, hey, whatever works...
Warnings: DELICIOUSNESS

[So, Tower. Last night, the boys in Room 1-20 may have noticed a lump under the covers of one of the previously-unoccupied beds. It may have looked like it was shaking. In reality, it was more than just a lump; it was this loser, hiding from A. the indigo-blood sleeping in the adjacent bed and B. everyone else. The lump didn't seem to respond to very much prompting.]

[In the morning, however, he finally gathered the courage to look around the tower, and soon found out that this place had a kitchen. So guess where he's going to be for the rest of the day? Yeah, there, cooking whatever he can think of, using ingredients that he may have noticed were sitting around, as well as a few from home, because seriously, there was no grubsauce in this pantry. None. So, he's been at it for a while now, and anyone walking past the door to the kitchen come lunchtime will smell what is undeniably a big pan of cooking grubloaf -- proper grubloaf, mind you, not like that brownblood makes it.]

[Oh, also he might be making some cookies later. So you should stick around for that.]

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Ah. There's some cool floors in betwween here and there.

[He pauses a moment.]

You'vve got somethin to defend yourself wwith?

Yes; I was fortunate enough to receive my bows. What about you?

Ah.

[Wwell, that's a problem he doesn't have to worry about. Now. Uh.]

I'm okay.

[He looks over at Eridan (not that he could tell too easily through the shades), but decides that he knows how to take care of himself and carries on. They've now reached the other side of the cafeteria; oh look, the stairs are up ahead!]

[Oh, god bless the stairs.]

The infirmary is the next floor up, I think.

[Pause.]

For people wwho. Get hurt.

[You know, like people who lose their goddamn legs.]

[He nods. They don't... need to see that, so he kind of just keeps going up the next staircase without stopping to look around.]

[Eridan follows after Equius, with little more than a sideglance at the infirmary.]

Next floor is a library. Nevver seen that many books in a single place before, but seems safe enough.

[Wow yeah, that is... a lot of books.]

[If Eridan hasn't seen this many at once, Equius certainly hasn't -- most of his knowledge was amassed through. Other methods.]

...I don't suppose there would be anything to get us out of this place.

If the letter was false.

[Oh God. The letter...]

Probably not.

[Eridan shrugged and then gave a good, long look at all those books.]

Then again. That's a lot of books.