[ She's like a cat... he places a hand on the back of her shoulder to gently rub his thumb against the skin. If she doesn't fight it, he'll dig his finger in and knead it slowly. ]
I'm not sure what you mean. That's a strange generalisation.
[ She opposite of fights it. She flattens out on the bed so he can do whatever he wants to her shoulder, it feels good. ]
Rich people and people who work for rich people are the only ones you ever see with petticoats and cravats and ribbons and general frilly stuff. A maid cafe is like... "pretend you're rich for a day but still eat omelets."
[ Though he's not sure how nice it would be if she stayed for long. Right now, it isn't even crossing his mind.
Seeing her relax some more only encourages him further as he massages her. He proceeds to properly knead her back. It's how he'd do it to someone who needs to relax after a stressful game, so it's probably calming. ]
Stay still.
[ He lifts one of her arms and then presses on her back. Hopefully it makes a sound! ]
[ She's going to make rude but flattering comments the whole time.
But for now, she says nothing and holds her breath, only letting it out after a rather substantial cracking sound. All of her everything rushes out and she faceplants on the bed. ]
[ Emerald doesn't know what it's like to have a mom, but she imagines it's kind of like this. Except she's got some serious Oedipal shit going on at that point if that's true, bc she does enjoy watching him walk away if you know what I mean. ]
With croutons!
[ She calls after him. They don't have oyster crackers, but he said he had bread so maybe he can make her some croutons. After he's gone though, she just settles in and stares at the ceiling. Then eventually rolls over to her side to lay on her stomach again, oops. ]
[ It's... actually pretty good that Em is fine with being left alone for a bit. Akashi doesn't find her tiring to be with, but being separated for a little while would be good for them. Emerald isn't particularly clingy. That's... that's healthy, really. He keeps the door open, at least, so he doesn't have to open it again to serve the soup.
Akashi takes a little while to make the best tomato soup ever. There's some Dunamis infused in the soup to make her feel warm and loved, because that's how Akashi feels when he's with her. He doesn't want her to feel alone or inadequate or anything else ever again.
There are croutons, too... and cream cheese, should she want to add some to her soup.
He comes back to his room with a tray, a large bowl of soup at the centre. The bottle of cream cheese spread is next to it, as well as a glass of water. There's also two slices of toasted butter bread in case the croutons on the bowl aren't enough. ]
I normally don't eat in my room, but I'll make today an exception.
[ For her part, Emerald spent many years alone. She's good at spending time alone and handles it well. She doesn't have separation anxiety unless there's a real risk of separation. If anything, if she was cooped up with someone 24/7 she might get a little antsy.
Instead, she actually seems fine just doing something totally normal like smelling his pillow and rolling around under the covers to systematically pull the sheet up so it's completely around her. When he gets in, he's probably going to be annoyed that she's hogging the sheet, but the outer blankets are fine. ]
I can eat at the table if you want me to. I'm not sick, just sad.
[ She is taking this sheet with her if they go to the table though. It's burrito'd around her even as she scoots to sit up on the bed. ]
She manages to get out of the bed and stand up with the sheet wrapped around her. Impressively, the top blanket is somehow still properly on the bed, if somewhat rumpled.
Her strides are about three inches as she heads toward the door...... ]
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[ It's not really judgy so much as she just.. didn't really expect that answer. She rolls onto her stomach so she's next to him as he sits down. ]
Why are rich people all into frilly outfits?
[ It's the weirdest thing she's ever noticed about rich people. Even the guys are like Greetings check out my cravat ]
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I'm not sure what you mean. That's a strange generalisation.
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Rich people and people who work for rich people are the only ones you ever see with petticoats and cravats and ribbons and general frilly stuff. A maid cafe is like... "pretend you're rich for a day but still eat omelets."
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[ He shifts in his seat so he can massage both her shoulders now. It should help her relax! ]
It's a silly stereotype.
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[ She stretches her arms up off the side of the bed. She takes a deep breath and holds it, hoping he's gonna crack her back when he massages her. ]
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[ Though he's not sure how nice it would be if she stayed for long. Right now, it isn't even crossing his mind.
Seeing her relax some more only encourages him further as he massages her. He proceeds to properly knead her back. It's how he'd do it to someone who needs to relax after a stressful game, so it's probably calming. ]
Stay still.
[ He lifts one of her arms and then presses on her back. Hopefully it makes a sound! ]
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But for now, she says nothing and holds her breath, only letting it out after a rather substantial cracking sound. All of her everything rushes out and she faceplants on the bed. ]
I think my soul just left my body.
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Once more.
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She takes another deep breath and holds it, bracing for it while trying to relax. ]
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Lay down properly so you can rest. I'll be back with soup.
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[ She relaxes same as before, though not as dramatically this time, and after he gives direction, she props herself up on her shoes elbows. ]
Which way is properly?
[ Look the might have some weird standard she didn't know about, she thinks she's lying fine as-is... ]
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[ And if she follows, he'll tuck her in! She will be very comfortable. :)!! ]
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[ She sits up, then goes to lay down on her back, head on his pillow. ]
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I'll go make soup now.
[ He gets up and heads to the door. He'll have to find the book with the recipe for it... ]
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With croutons!
[ She calls after him. They don't have oyster crackers, but he said he had bread so maybe he can make her some croutons. After he's gone though, she just settles in and stares at the ceiling. Then eventually rolls over to her side to lay on her stomach again, oops. ]
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Akashi takes a little while to make the best tomato soup ever. There's some Dunamis infused in the soup to make her feel warm and loved, because that's how Akashi feels when he's with her. He doesn't want her to feel alone or inadequate or anything else ever again.
There are croutons, too... and cream cheese, should she want to add some to her soup.
He comes back to his room with a tray, a large bowl of soup at the centre. The bottle of cream cheese spread is next to it, as well as a glass of water. There's also two slices of toasted butter bread in case the croutons on the bowl aren't enough. ]
I normally don't eat in my room, but I'll make today an exception.
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Instead, she actually seems fine just doing something totally normal like smelling his pillow and rolling around under the covers to systematically pull the sheet up so it's completely around her. When he gets in, he's probably going to be annoyed that she's hogging the sheet, but the outer blankets are fine. ]
I can eat at the table if you want me to. I'm not sick, just sad.
[ She is taking this sheet with her if they go to the table though. It's burrito'd around her even as she scoots to sit up on the bed. ]
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[ He'll make her unroll herself from the blanket. >:( ]
I'll bring it to the dining area.
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[ Worm worm.. wiggle wiggle...
She manages to get out of the bed and stand up with the sheet wrapped around her. Impressively, the top blanket is somehow still properly on the bed, if somewhat rumpled.
Her strides are about three inches as she heads toward the door...... ]
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Is that more comfortable for you?
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[ And it's already around her, she isn't going to figure out how to get out of this, she wants soup. She scoots over to get into the chair. ]
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[ He sits down on the seat next to her. Guess he'll feed her, too. ]
There's cream cheese in case you want to add more flavour to the soup, but you should try it first without it.
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Did you make anything for you?
[ She's reaching for the spoon, no idea if his feeding intent. ]
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[ His priority is to comfort her before taking care of himself, so... he'll probably feel the hunger later on. Not right now! ]
Let me feed you.
[ But if Emerald insists on eating by herself, that's okay, too. He wants her to know what he's thinking. ]
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I'll try not to drip anything.
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