[ well, count on koby to make something so wildly insane sounding seem perfectly reasonable, rational, kind. and it is, at the core of it. storing food for all types, careful to measure and collect and think about the future.
it's one of the reasons he loves him as much as he does, but it's also so startling. ]
if they ever threaten you, you'd tell me? do i know these people? i trust you to know if they're dangerous or but i hardly expected to be cleaning up blood from the carpet.
i've gotten tim a little calmer and i'll find something that looks like a holy symbol to ease his mind but.
how did you get the blood? do you know how the house gets the blood? it seemed fresh.
[ and we won't talk about the reason he knows the difference. ]
If I thought anyone here was dangerous, I'd tell you, of course. I'm not sure -- there's at least one here who's been VERY open about it on the network. [To a degree Koby personally finds annoying, but. He'd still stockpile food for someone obnoxious, because nobody deserves to starve.]
No, you're right. I can handle it, really, just cover it with a towel and I'll finish cleaning it up when Tim's at the chapel or something. I really am sorry. It's not pleasant to clean up, I know.
I went to the kitchen and took it. I haven't really thought about where they're sourcing it from, honestly. It comes in bags, like from a hospital, so I'm assuming the house gets it however they get our food. Magic or some supply line we can't seem to find. Yet.
yes, i read that but I admit the comments only seemed more and more convoluted as it went.
[ and that guy seems unapologetic for who and what he is. there's a threat, of course. there will always be a threat in this place, and the fact that koby seems to be circling closer to a handful of them will always make him worry. ]
it's already cleaned as well as it can be and covered and i've very politely told the staff about the incident. they'll clean it when you're out tomorrow.
we should probably consider where the blood is coming from. just in case. with all the things going on around here i don't want you to get in trouble for taking it.
They did, didn't they? It makes it much more tricky when there's another world and another structure in play, and we know nothing about it. Next we'll have people who eat feathers and sneeze butterflies and forget to mention that because it's so "normal" to them.
Right. The staff. [With the resignation of someone who knows damn well he's been forbidden from cleaning the magically-self-cleaninh house.] Thank you, again. I'll keep it in the other fridge from now on. With the eye of newt and all that.
Oh. I hadn't thought about that. [Local reckless busybody doesn't consider the risk busybodying creates for himself, everyone is shocked.]
you do realize that not everyone here is your responsibility love?
[ there's a thrill calling him that even in serious talks. he loves this man, and loves that he wants to help and wants so badly to take up the helm and stand at t
he front of the line. but they don't even know what they're fighting. ]
but it's kind of you to do this for your friends. but who needs the eye of newt????? what is that?? a bad ale?
[The weighted pause suggests that Koby does not, in fact, realize this. Not until that exact moment.]
I don't really know how to Turn it off, I guess. [He almost tacks on an I'm sorry, but it's Quentin. He's not saying this to shame or chide, just as a gentle, loving observation.]
Oh, it's from another of those plays, the Shakespeare ones, like that Midsummer one I read you? This one is much less romantic, but the phrase is funny and it pops up all over the place. I don't actually have any newts in the fridge.
Am I? I feel like a mess, mostly, but. As long as YOU like me, that's okay.
it's hard. and i don't know if you should because it's part of who you are, but it might be best to take a moment to yourself sometimes. protect you so you can protect others.
it's difficult to learn.
[ a beat, then: ]
you're not a mess. you're clever and creative and perhaps a little too bullheaded but it's very flattering on you.
so yes i very much like you. shall i say it again? :)
And you're kinder to me than I deserve, running around putting blood in our fridge and making alliances with vampires.
[The slip isn't one Koby notices -- our, instead of my -- too busy feeling fond about it all. About not just simply being told he's a bleeding heart who doesn't understand anything, but told the things that make him frustrating, complicated, annoying are still lovable.]
Thank you. I mean It's hard to turn off, when it's just me in my head, you know? When you say it, I hear it, and I can slow down and I don't know. Remember to breathe. So. Thanks.
Yes, you should. I like hearing it, even if it's the hundredth time. :)
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it's one of the reasons he loves him as much as he does, but it's also so startling. ]
if they ever threaten you, you'd tell me? do i know these people?
i trust you to know if they're dangerous or but i hardly expected to be cleaning up blood from the carpet.
i've gotten tim a little calmer and i'll find something that looks like a holy symbol to ease his mind but.
how did you get the blood? do you know how the house gets the blood?
it seemed fresh.
[ and we won't talk about the reason he knows the difference. ]
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I'm not sure -- there's at least one here who's been VERY open about it on the network. [To a degree Koby personally finds annoying, but. He'd still stockpile food for someone obnoxious, because nobody deserves to starve.]
No, you're right. I can handle it, really, just cover it with a towel and I'll finish cleaning it up when Tim's at the chapel or something. I really am sorry.
It's not pleasant to clean up, I know.
I went to the kitchen and took it. I haven't really thought about where they're sourcing it from, honestly.
It comes in bags, like from a hospital, so I'm assuming the house gets it however they get our food. Magic or some supply line we can't seem to find. Yet.
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[ and that guy seems unapologetic for who and what he is. there's a threat, of course. there will always be a threat in this place, and the fact that koby seems to be circling closer to a handful of them will always make him worry. ]
it's already cleaned as well as it can be and covered and i've very politely told the staff about the incident.
they'll clean it when you're out tomorrow.
we should probably consider where the blood is coming from. just in case.
with all the things going on around here i don't want you to get in trouble for taking it.
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Right. The staff. [With the resignation of someone who knows damn well he's been forbidden from cleaning the magically-self-cleaninh house.] Thank you, again. I'll keep it in the other fridge from now on. With the eye of newt and all that.
Oh.
I hadn't thought about that. [Local reckless busybody doesn't consider the risk busybodying creates for himself, everyone is shocked.]
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[ there's a thrill calling him that even in serious talks. he loves this man, and loves that he wants to help and wants so badly to take up the helm and stand at t
he front of the line. but they don't even know what they're fighting. ]
but it's kind of you to do this for your friends. but who needs the eye of newt????? what is that?? a bad ale?
koby you are a marvel to me.
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I don't really know how to
Turn it off, I guess. [He almost tacks on an I'm sorry, but it's Quentin. He's not saying this to shame or chide, just as a gentle, loving observation.]
Oh, it's from another of those plays, the Shakespeare ones, like that Midsummer one I read you? This one is much less romantic, but the phrase is funny and it pops up all over the place. I don't actually have any newts in the fridge.
Am I? I feel like a mess, mostly, but. As long as YOU like me, that's okay.
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it's difficult to learn.
[ a beat, then: ]
you're not a mess. you're clever and creative and perhaps a little too bullheaded but it's very flattering on you.
so yes i very much like you. shall i say it again? :)
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[The slip isn't one Koby notices -- our, instead of my -- too busy feeling fond about it all. About not just simply being told he's a bleeding heart who doesn't understand anything, but told the things that make him frustrating, complicated, annoying are still lovable.]
Thank you. I mean
It's hard to turn off, when it's just me in my head, you know? When you say it, I hear it, and I can slow down and
I don't know. Remember to breathe.
So. Thanks.
Yes, you should. I like hearing it, even if it's the hundredth time. :)
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even if you're putting blood in our fridge and storing newts in the other.
i'll handle tim, he'll be fine. i'll get the house to help get rid of the towels and let them know about the carpets.
and i lied to you i'm afraid. i don't like you. i love you.
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I'm not going to complain about it.
Thank you. No more blood, I promise. And if something happens here that I'm trying to figure out I'll talk to you.
[Kicking his feet maybe!! Shut up don't perceive him!!]
I love you too.