this reply takes a minute to come, Steak in his room, fiddling with the details of the jacket Mrs. Gia gave him. a reminder of Madame, huh...? )
that was a good day.
( their wedding. Steak may have bitched about the fancy outfits, and the dancing, but seeing their Master Attendants happy for the whole ceremony before they started taking digs at each other and bickering was a first. and possibly a last.
but then again, arguing always made them the happiest, didn't it? )
( knowing Madame, she'd be happy to know that Red Wine held her things so dearly. as for Steak's Master Attendant, he'd probably ask why Steak is wasting his time with something that sentimental. )
at least it wasn't something useless like your cologne.
( it's an obvious sentiment, and one Steak has never bothered to voice before. of course they know how lucky they are. tragic stories of Food Souls seem a dime a dozen, really. )
Yes, we were. Things could have been very different for us.
[He knows the stories, too. Stories that make his blood run hot. Humans are cruel creatures, and don't know how lucky they are to have Food Souls who care enough to protect them.]
( hell, they both have an excellent example of how wrong things can go with a human in Gingerbread. even, though Steak would be loath to admit it, Bloody Mary by the sounds of things.
how different would that bastard be if it weren't the Countess who'd summoned him? )
you should be careful with it when battling.
( the last thing even Steak wants is to hear that it was lost in the Wilde, or tainted somehow. )
I've made things very difficult since we got here. Regardless of my personal feelings towards what I've become, and how I feel about being here, I didn't need to take it out on you as viciously as I did.
( oh. that. ...yeah, it's annoying, but not something Steak would have imagined garnering an apology, and he's lost for words. somehow, he gets the idea that telling Red Wine not to worry about it will start more arguments than it solves.
so. uh... )
well. thank you. apology accepted.
( hmph, why does he have to come out of the blue with stuff like this... )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-29 10:06 pm (UTC)( something he's hung up now, not entirely sure what to do with it. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:08 pm (UTC)Mine was a ring.
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:10 pm (UTC)( what ring could Red Wine be talking about? was it something he got as payment for a job, or...? )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-29 10:16 pm (UTC)this reply takes a minute to come, Steak in his room, fiddling with the details of the jacket Mrs. Gia gave him. a reminder of Madame, huh...? )
that was a good day.
( their wedding. Steak may have bitched about the fancy outfits, and the dancing, but seeing their Master Attendants happy for the whole ceremony before they started taking digs at each other and bickering was a first. and possibly a last.
but then again, arguing always made them the happiest, didn't it? )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:18 pm (UTC)Prompto was kind enough to give me a chain to put it on.
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:20 pm (UTC)( fitting. maybe he'll save Mrs. Gia's outfit for one of the more special events in this city. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-29 10:35 pm (UTC)at least it wasn't something useless like your cologne.
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:37 pm (UTC)[Gods. Can he not be serious for two minutes.]
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:40 pm (UTC)what would you prefer me to say?
( surely most of the sentiments he could state are ones Red Wine would already know he feels anyway. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:42 pm (UTC)[Joke's on Steak about the cologne - he can get as much as he wants here, too.]
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:48 pm (UTC)dammit Red Wine. don't just blow me off.
( thoughtless comments are kind of his thing. he was trying to lighten the mood. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 10:57 pm (UTC)[He's toying with the ring at his neck even as he replies. In his mind, this isn't a thing to be joked about.]
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Date: 2020-11-29 11:03 pm (UTC)i was an asshole, i'm sorry.
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Date: 2020-11-29 11:48 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2020-11-29 11:51 pm (UTC)( he doesn't apologise all that often, you know. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 11:55 pm (UTC)( it's an obvious sentiment, and one Steak has never bothered to voice before. of course they know how lucky they are. tragic stories of Food Souls seem a dime a dozen, really. )
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Date: 2020-11-29 11:58 pm (UTC)Yes, we were. Things could have been very different for us.
[He knows the stories, too. Stories that make his blood run hot. Humans are cruel creatures, and don't know how lucky they are to have Food Souls who care enough to protect them.]
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:02 am (UTC)how different would that bastard be if it weren't the Countess who'd summoned him? )
you should be careful with it when battling.
( the last thing even Steak wants is to hear that it was lost in the Wilde, or tainted somehow. )
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:06 am (UTC)[He'll cut off his own arm, first. If he has to go somewhere it might be a danger, it can be easily left behind.]
But I wanted to apologise to you, too.
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Date: 2020-11-30 08:38 am (UTC)what for?
( Red Wine hasn't pissed him off in any unusual ways lately, he doesn't think. )
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Date: 2020-11-30 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-30 05:05 pm (UTC)so. uh... )
well. thank you. apology accepted.
( hmph, why does he have to come out of the blue with stuff like this... )
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