[she was afraid of that. she doesn't know what to ask. what to do. she knows they were close - more than close - shoyo had yelled at the ocean about what had happened to lazarus. but vi isn't close to lazarus, and she doesn't want to overstep. the vileblood anxiety only fuels that, but she fights it to at least offer:]
[she should have offered protein. that's what shoyo would have wanted, right? but maybe he would have said fuck that and opted for the comfort food instead? this is ...difficult. so it's a while, but eventually she responds:]
outside your door.
[there's a small basket there with a box of cookies, a carton of noodles (with fish!), a meat pie and an apple.]
[L's not even sure what he wants. When he's feeling low like this, it's possible that he just wants someone else to take over small decisions for awhile. He misses his handler doing that; he misses Shoyo doing it when he forgot to eat for too long.
He sets down his omni, opening his door a crack and pulling the basket inside his room before quickly closing it again.
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I wouldn't have phrased it that way if it could possibly have been anything else.
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Do you have enough cookies?
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outside your door.
[there's a small basket there with a box of cookies, a carton of noodles (with fish!), a meat pie and an apple.]
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He sets down his omni, opening his door a crack and pulling the basket inside his room before quickly closing it again.
A little while later, he texts back.]
Thank you.
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never a problem