towerofanimus | a soldier on my own

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here

[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]

[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]

[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]

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Ah, a man after my own heart~

[Flashes him a pleased smile before flipping the meat, making sure only to cook the outside and warm the inside - steak is best enjoyed with a bit of blood.]

[Meanwhile, the bear is suddenly on the seating bench again, RIGHT UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH SUMMONER'S LEG, HOWDY.]

[Wheeze, good he's doing it right apparently. That smile was absolutely delicious 8'>]

[...BUT OH SHIT WHAT EVEN IN THE FUCK IS THIS BEAR. Prickles and just kinda... stares down at it. Doesn't want to punch it again in case... you know... she actually does care about it, but... it's super creepy. Distracted with the bear for now pfff]

[Skewers the steak to make sure it's hot through and through before flipping it onto a plate, grinding some fresh black pepper over it before bringing it to the table, arranging it before him with knife and fork. Pauses when she sees the bear, torn between laughing and cringing herself.]

I.. think he likes you!

[Laughs and comes around, picking up the fuzzy toy before taking it's spot on the bench, smoothing her skirt before setting the bear down in her lap.]

Careful, it's hot.

[The steak, not the bear.

Unless that's your thing.]

[Huu... she's sitting so close... He kind of just stares at her for... probably a creepily long time tbh before just darting over and kissing the corner of her mouth!!! WELP!!!!!]

[Oh.

Blinks.

Bliiiinks.

Blushes.]

I um, you're welcome?

[Thinks it's for the steak - HOW LITTLE SHE KNOWS OF WEIRD CHOCOLATE STATUS EFFECTS.]

[Chuckles! Fuck yeah, that totally went better then it could have. But now that he's gotten that out of the way, he doesn't want to brush off the probably amazing food she made so: ]

Thank you. [And now!!! Cutting a piece off and popping that shit in his mouth]

[Smiles, watching him eat - it's one of her simpler pleasures, watching people eat her cooking. BECAUSE THE FRENCH MAKE THE BEST FOOD KTHXBAI.

Doesn't notice that the bear has vanished from her lap and has relocated itself between Summoner's feet under the table.]

How is it? I'm not entirely sure what kind of cuisine trolls enjoy...

[Just. Going to kinda. Push the bear away with his foot once he notices it. And then he turns and gives her a quiet, faintly awkward smile 8>]

It's, quite good. Possibly uh... the best I've had in, a long time.

[As soon as Summoner's attention has returned to Francisca, the bear is back between his feet, draped over one.

Francisca chuckles at his response and asks:]

Really? That's good to hear, though I'm sorry I can't make troll cuisine. Ah well, multicultural experiences can be good, non?

[Just gonna. Casually sliiiiiide closer to him until their thighs are barely touching, smiling.]

[Just... smirks a little. Okay, the bear is annoying, but he'd definitely rather she be right there close enough to touch rather then anywhere else B) Heh...]

Mmhm. I'm uh... learning more and more about, you all every day.

[Smiles at the rather endearing stutter, propping her cheek up with a hand.]

Oh? And what have you learnt about 'us' then?

[Casually doesn't mention she's not human sob.]

a soldier on my own

..... And to her several milennia, this is the greatest potential cradle robbing ever. :|a

story of his life tbh /points at eyes /points at quadrants filled with highbloods

So true.... OH WELL, GUILTY CONSCIENCE EASED

yes yes good no guilty consciences here!!!

They've vanished into thin air!

perfect B)

Like the teddy bear, here, then gone. O.O

also like me apparently /face in hands

/shooshpaps

sobs brokenly

Shhhhhhh, there there. /stroke