[He is. He is literally talking to a therapist in Somnius about how much he hates it, lately, but he is a liar himself. Kel is just... a bit lost and doesn't know how to approach things, but he will try with small nudges here and there.]
Really? Who am I to say no to a sleepover between friends? Just know I snore, apparently, if I fall asleep in the wrong position.
Psh. We all forget things now and then. Last time I made something in the oven I completely forgot about it. Mom was sooooo angry with me. Anyway, I'm gonna get all the stuff and then drop over. Wait for me, okay?
[With that, he'd start organizing his things to go visit Sunny. Oh, he needed to make sure things wouldn't be boring. It's going to take some time, but he's not someone who doesn't go all in for his friends]
[With that, Sunny will simply wait. The house is relatively tidy (thanks again to Aubrey, though Sunny did help as he could), all unsettling sketchbook pages once again hidden (though, Sunny...can't bear to just throw Omori's art away...).
[He sits on the couch, drowning in a large, hooded sweatshirt.]
I know you know. Still... A man can still dream his friends will forget certain things.
[It takes him almost an hour to rush to town, grab all the 'healthy' food he can find (he actually had to ask a sheep for help, because he didn't know what to pick to begin with), two large bag of candies and all he needs to make popcorns. There are even some shards he can spare for two boxed board games, even if it feels like the kind of things that would feel better with more people around, but right now Aubrey is probably busy.
He sends a sun shaped emoji when he finally receives the last message from Sunny and hurries back. The boy has more bags than his mom usually brings back when she goes shopping, but he still runs while returning to the treehouse zone. Climbing up requires him to hold two bags in his mouth, but when he arrives he just opens the door widely, trying to hide the fact he's breathing pretty heavily, and just smiles as widely as possible. Ah, there it is, Sunny, that sweater makes him look almost smaller than he remembered.]
Here comes your buddy Kel! Are we ready for an epic afternoon and night of madness? I will probably have to sleep kind of early, because tomorrow I have to train with Kel and Aubs again, but it will still count!
Yeah! Working on my cardio! Gotta build my stamina up, I may be fast but I also may need to be able to run for a while in case anything happens, so I would rather get in better shape now instead of hoping that I'm trained enough when things will be needed.
[A chuckle as he steps in, placing the boxed games on the table and going straight to the little kitchen, almost like it was his own place. Hopefully Sunny won't get too angry about that, Kel just knows how to make himself at home at other people's places.]
And yeah, I'm already all sore, but it felt right since I'm going to, you know, going to rest for the rest of the day. Unless you want to come jog with me, I'd love that.
[He knows this offer is not going to be accepted, even if Kel could slow down for his friends. Not to mention, he has things to do right now. The teen washes his hands in the sink and starts unpacking things, focusing on the fruits he got first. Strawberries get on a little wooden skewer first, apparently they have more vitamins in them than oranges (hard to believe, yes), and he alternates them with large green grapes. It's fresh, it's small bites, it feels right? He doesn't understand too much of that stuff, but he wants to trust the lady sheep who sold him groceries.]
There we go- [He has two little skewers already and while one is passed to Sunny, hopefully he will accept, one gets devoured rapidly by him. It's just Kel being Kel, right? Never need to question things too much when he's involved, right? Casual conversations alll around...]
So... wanna prepare all the stuff with me, buddy? Popcorns are awaiting us and once it's all ready we can just be super lazy! I can teach you! I think...
[Sunny certainly won't be taking him up on the jogging, no - he'd probably pass out. Sunny probably should get more in shape, but he barely even eats as it is, and his body is weak - although, he does take the fruit skewer and slowly eat away at it. It's good...
[It's sweet of Kel to just come in and start making snacks. It doesn't really make Sunny upset. Aubrey is in and out all the time. For a long time, Sunny wasn't used to people coming into his house, and avoided it when possible. But he hasn't minded lately. He just goes to his room when he wants to be alone.
[At Kel's suggestion, Sunny gets up from the couch. That hoodie almost reaches his knees. He joins Kel in the small kitchen and waits for instructions, still gnawing at his fruit.]
[He knows, he's just really trying not to point out the obvious. Aubrey and Kel built their alliance over wanting to keep an eye on Sunny and hey- they're going to work on the meals situation too. Or at least try. Kel's knowledge on how to give one personn energy is quite limited at the moment and there's no way he starts feeding Sunny energy drinks.
He puts the meat he got to the side with the veggies, all still packed, and starts searching for a proper pot. He... vaguely remembers Hero preparing popcorns but he's positive he got this. Pot, a large bowl, corn, oil, salt... it's all placed there right in front of Sunny.]
Well then, my lovely assistant, let's get to work. It's not going to be difficult. Just place some oil at the bottom, then add half a cup of kernels and put them on... I think medium heat? Cover the pot and just... wait for the popping to begin.
[Simple as that. Kel could do it himself, but he busies himself to prepare more skewers, things always taste better when you make them... right? And if Sunny likes popcorns he's going to let him enjoy this.]
[It sounds simple enough. Sunny likes things with clear directions. He does as Kel instructed, putting oil and kernels in the pot, then turning on the stove. He doesn't use it much. Then, there's just to wait for the popping. While they do, Sunny helps Kel make fruit skewers too. They'll have an awful lot of food, it seems.]
[Kel isn't too worried about that. First of all, he eats a lot of food by himself. Second, if there is extra food they can either bring some to Aubrey (or invite her, whatever Sunny prefers.) or places leftover in the fridge. It's all good as they start piling up fruity skewers on a plate.]
I'm afraid that beside popcorns and candies, I mostly got stuff I want to eat today. But, well... if there is anything you like or would like to try, just ask? I'm a glutton and now I live alone, so I'm... kind of forced to try new things. Man, I miss Gino's...
[Kel? Being silent for too long? Probably not happening today.]
Just because it's pizza, it does't mean it's Gino's.
[He winks in Sunny's direction, grinning and placing the last fruits down as the kernels start to pop. As much as he'd LOVE pizza, he also wants to bring in more nutrient stuff than pizza. And he wants to get Sunny involved in the preparation of meals anyway..]
Maybe we could try making one. As a group. I could take an excuse to slap a flour covered hand on Aubrey's shirt. Anyway, Sunny, you're the one on popcorn duty, right?
[He can't help but laugh at the situation, simply reaching for the pot and putting it to the side, away from the fire. Without heat below, they'll stop popping, right? And when they do they can probably... collect the ones on the top and continue cooking the rest... right?]
Happy Pop Corn initiation day, Sunny. Don't worry, we've all been there.
[Have they? Who knows. He is letting his friend handle the immediate emergency and merely reaches for some pop corns from the floor and bringing them to his mouth. See? Nothing went actually wrong there.]
You got this, and I got you covered in dealing with any, ah, fugitive. Just don't tell anyone I don't follow the 5 seconds rule about the floor.
[Oh? It's actually making the other giggle? Well then, time to embrace the grossness.]
Oh? Really?
[Does he enjoy floor food? Nah. Yet he grabs another couple of popped kernels, lean slightly toward the other, slides his tongue out and- without breaking eye contact- slaps the food on his tongue, making a good show of munching those as loudly as possible.]
[More giggles, albeit quiet (but Sunny's always laughed that way). He wrinkles his nose and backs away from Kel, putting his palms up and shaking his hands.]
[See? It's good to have a local Professional Clown at times and he takes great pride in his job. Kel does take a step back, grinning widely and offering a silly flex.]
But are yoou sure I am? Or is this some tactical brilliance as I train my immune system? [He chuckles, turning around and returning to the food, looking for anything to start cutting the vegetables.] Or maybe I'm just a big appreciator of things that don't turn out perfect... who also really likes popcorns. Hint hint, I really like popcorns.
Yeah, I kind of got that. I'm going to remember that.
[He chuckles just a bit, moving to wash his hands as instructed.]
Only because you asked. And because any soup would be too good with some spicey dust. Speaking of that... any flavor or spice you like? I like some heat in my food, but I'd rather not use stuff you may not handle well.
Okay, you're the boss! I would ask Aubs what she likes too but duh, I only care so much about that.
[He will use spices with mild and delicate flavour then, his house is all about stong stuff but Kel will do his best to adapt to Sunny's tastes.]
Want to help me dice the carrots? Or the potatoes? I can do the onions instead- just know they do open my waterworks and all, I cry more than those ladies in the stupid romance dramas when I cut them. We can prepare this together!
[Uh oh. Onions. Sunny hopes there won't be big chunks. He won't ask Kel to keep them out, though.
[Sunny sets himself up at the cutting board and takes a potato. He pulls a knife out of his pocket, flipping it once in his hand, catching it on the handle.
[Kel notices the smooth movement with the knife, but he merely puts it to the side for now. In case of future confrontations with Omori, it's good to know Sunny may carry weapons in his pockets like that.
Still, worry ot about the onions. He's a big brother and his mom trained him hard into the fine art of 'chop everything as thin as possible so Sally won't be able to push it away' and while slow, he's only making very small cubes of the root. And, yes, his eyes are already starting to water up a bit, how do people even cut onions all the time without crying?]
Oh, it begins already. [He's feeling super silly, but maybe with enough time, he'll get used to it?] Time for the deep conversations like- ahem- [He lowers his voice just a bit.] Do you think onions have feelings?
[And then he does the great mistake of wiping one eye with his hand, only making the situation worse and pushing just a bit away from Sunny, just in case. Hero did say some people are more sensible than onions than others, like with many other things, but it doesn't make it less silly.]
At least I know it's going to taste great in the end.
[Chopping onions really does make people cry, huh? Almost kind of seems like just something you see in the movies, but here Kell is-- Don't wipe your eye!
[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
[Kel may not know why onions make people cry, he has no idea of what the various compounds released in the air do or how this is happening, but he's definitely chuckling and trying to blink the tears away.
The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
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Really? Who am I to say no to a sleepover between friends? Just know I snore, apparently, if I fall asleep in the wrong position.
Psh. We all forget things now and then. Last time I made something in the oven I completely forgot about it. Mom was sooooo angry with me. Anyway, I'm gonna get all the stuff and then drop over. Wait for me, okay?
[With that, he'd start organizing his things to go visit Sunny. Oh, he needed to make sure things wouldn't be boring. It's going to take some time, but he's not someone who doesn't go all in for his friends]
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weve slept over
b4
i know
u snore
[With that, Sunny will simply wait. The house is relatively tidy (thanks again to Aubrey, though Sunny did help as he could), all unsettling sketchbook pages once again hidden (though, Sunny...can't bear to just throw Omori's art away...).
[He sits on the couch, drowning in a large, hooded sweatshirt.]
the door
is open
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Still...
A man can still dream his friends will forget certain things.
[It takes him almost an hour to rush to town, grab all the 'healthy' food he can find (he actually had to ask a sheep for help, because he didn't know what to pick to begin with), two large bag of candies and all he needs to make popcorns. There are even some shards he can spare for two boxed board games, even if it feels like the kind of things that would feel better with more people around, but right now Aubrey is probably busy.
He sends a sun shaped emoji when he finally receives the last message from Sunny and hurries back. The boy has more bags than his mom usually brings back when she goes shopping, but he still runs while returning to the treehouse zone. Climbing up requires him to hold two bags in his mouth, but when he arrives he just opens the door widely, trying to hide the fact he's breathing pretty heavily, and just smiles as widely as possible. Ah, there it is, Sunny, that sweater makes him look almost smaller than he remembered.]
Here comes your buddy Kel! Are we ready for an epic afternoon and night of madness? I will probably have to sleep kind of early, because tomorrow I have to train with Kel and Aubs again, but it will still count!
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Did...you run?
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[A chuckle as he steps in, placing the boxed games on the table and going straight to the little kitchen, almost like it was his own place. Hopefully Sunny won't get too angry about that, Kel just knows how to make himself at home at other people's places.]
And yeah, I'm already all sore, but it felt right since I'm going to, you know, going to rest for the rest of the day. Unless you want to come jog with me, I'd love that.
[He knows this offer is not going to be accepted, even if Kel could slow down for his friends. Not to mention, he has things to do right now. The teen washes his hands in the sink and starts unpacking things, focusing on the fruits he got first. Strawberries get on a little wooden skewer first, apparently they have more vitamins in them than oranges (hard to believe, yes), and he alternates them with large green grapes. It's fresh, it's small bites, it feels right? He doesn't understand too much of that stuff, but he wants to trust the lady sheep who sold him groceries.]
There we go- [He has two little skewers already and while one is passed to Sunny, hopefully he will accept, one gets devoured rapidly by him. It's just Kel being Kel, right? Never need to question things too much when he's involved, right? Casual conversations alll around...]
So... wanna prepare all the stuff with me, buddy? Popcorns are awaiting us and once it's all ready we can just be super lazy! I can teach you! I think...
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[It's sweet of Kel to just come in and start making snacks. It doesn't really make Sunny upset. Aubrey is in and out all the time. For a long time, Sunny wasn't used to people coming into his house, and avoided it when possible. But he hasn't minded lately. He just goes to his room when he wants to be alone.
[At Kel's suggestion, Sunny gets up from the couch. That hoodie almost reaches his knees. He joins Kel in the small kitchen and waits for instructions, still gnawing at his fruit.]
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He puts the meat he got to the side with the veggies, all still packed, and starts searching for a proper pot. He... vaguely remembers Hero preparing popcorns but he's positive he got this. Pot, a large bowl, corn, oil, salt... it's all placed there right in front of Sunny.]
Well then, my lovely assistant, let's get to work. It's not going to be difficult. Just place some oil at the bottom, then add half a cup of kernels and put them on... I think medium heat? Cover the pot and just... wait for the popping to begin.
[Simple as that. Kel could do it himself, but he busies himself to prepare more skewers, things always taste better when you make them... right? And if Sunny likes popcorns he's going to let him enjoy this.]
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I'm afraid that beside popcorns and candies, I mostly got stuff I want to eat today. But, well... if there is anything you like or would like to try, just ask? I'm a glutton and now I live alone, so I'm... kind of forced to try new things. Man, I miss Gino's...
[Kel? Being silent for too long? Probably not happening today.]
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We can...order a pizza.
[The Stone Dragon sells them, he knows, and now, Eren delivers things from town.]
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[He winks in Sunny's direction, grinning and placing the last fruits down as the kernels start to pop. As much as he'd LOVE pizza, he also wants to bring in more nutrient stuff than pizza. And he wants to get Sunny involved in the preparation of meals anyway..]
Maybe we could try making one. As a group. I could take an excuse to slap a flour covered hand on Aubrey's shirt. Anyway, Sunny, you're the one on popcorn duty, right?
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[Sunny takes a look at the pot--
[Oh God, he put too many kernels in. The pot overflows as the pop corn crackles and pops to life.
[Sunny shoots Kel a slightly panicked look, then grabs a bowl, attempting to catch whatever pours out of the pot.]
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Happy Pop Corn initiation day, Sunny. Don't worry, we've all been there.
[Have they? Who knows. He is letting his friend handle the immediate emergency and merely reaches for some pop corns from the floor and bringing them to his mouth. See? Nothing went actually wrong there.]
You got this, and I got you covered in dealing with any, ah, fugitive. Just don't tell anyone I don't follow the 5 seconds rule about the floor.
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[Sunny giggles a little...It's the first time he's laughed in...probably weeks now - maybe longer?]
Gross.
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Oh? Really?
[Does he enjoy floor food? Nah. Yet he grabs another couple of popped kernels, lean slightly toward the other, slides his tongue out and- without breaking eye contact- slaps the food on his tongue, making a good show of munching those as loudly as possible.]
Mhm, dust flavour, my favorite. Want some?
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Dustgusting...
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[See? It's good to have a local Professional Clown at times and he takes great pride in his job. Kel does take a step back, grinning widely and offering a silly flex.]
But are yoou sure I am? Or is this some tactical brilliance as I train my immune system? [He chuckles, turning around and returning to the food, looking for anything to start cutting the vegetables.] Or maybe I'm just a big appreciator of things that don't turn out perfect... who also really likes popcorns. Hint hint, I really like popcorns.
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[Pause.]
You should wash...your hands.
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[He chuckles just a bit, moving to wash his hands as instructed.]
Only because you asked. And because any soup would be too good with some spicey dust. Speaking of that... any flavor or spice you like? I like some heat in my food, but I'd rather not use stuff you may not handle well.
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[He will use spices with mild and delicate flavour then, his house is all about stong stuff but Kel will do his best to adapt to Sunny's tastes.]
Want to help me dice the carrots? Or the potatoes? I can do the onions instead- just know they do open my waterworks and all, I cry more than those ladies in the stupid romance dramas when I cut them. We can prepare this together!
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[Sunny sets himself up at the cutting board and takes a potato. He pulls a knife out of his pocket, flipping it once in his hand, catching it on the handle.
[He doesn't seem to notice.
[To work, then.]
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Still, worry ot about the onions. He's a big brother and his mom trained him hard into the fine art of 'chop everything as thin as possible so Sally won't be able to push it away' and while slow, he's only making very small cubes of the root. And, yes, his eyes are already starting to water up a bit, how do people even cut onions all the time without crying?]
Oh, it begins already. [He's feeling super silly, but maybe with enough time, he'll get used to it?] Time for the deep conversations like- ahem- [He lowers his voice just a bit.] Do you think onions have feelings?
[And then he does the great mistake of wiping one eye with his hand, only making the situation worse and pushing just a bit away from Sunny, just in case. Hero did say some people are more sensible than onions than others, like with many other things, but it doesn't make it less silly.]
At least I know it's going to taste great in the end.
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[Too late. The onion juice is blinding his poor friend.]
If they...have feelings...
I think they're hurt.
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The wiped eye is red as heck by now, but by tactically alternating one closed eye and one open he can somehow keep going.]
Good. I mean, at least we suffer together. [He still sounds amused.] I hope mister potato is kinder to you on that side.
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we can probably wrap soonish and start something new? c:
I will hit you in the videogame world. At least that is SOMETHING Kel is familiar with.