sunday, week zero

[moraled]

[It's only to be expected that he needed a walk to clear his head after everything they'd been told had been allowed to sink in.

After all... it's a pretty hefty thing to hear. Even for someone like him, who is constantly dealing with murders...it's quite a lot.

Eventually, he does find his way to the kitchen, if only to find something to feed to Constantine, faithfully waiting for him back in his room--and he's only mildly surprised to find it already occupied.

Ah.]

Good evening. I recall meeting with you the first day.

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gaaaah i'm so sorry for the wait OTL

[feminitis]

[Sei had said it to someone else earlier in the week - "Who can think about food at a time like this?" - but apparently, one's stomach doesn't particularly care about shit having hit the fan. When it needs food, it needs it.

That's why she's here in the middle of the night. She's got something in the oven, apparently - the kitchen smells faintly of cooking potatoes - and she keeps peeking at it, unsure of how to tell exactly when it's done since she's unfamiliar with some of the appliances in here.

When she hears footsteps and a voice, she turns, and then smiles when she recognizes him.]

Oh, it's you! [Thank goodness, he's not one of the scary ones.] Did you get hungry, too?

NO WORRIES we've got plenty of time

[moraled]

Not I.

[He gestures to the poofball dog following him, who just barks at Sei cheerfully.]

Constantine, however, requires a proper meal.

[He sure loves his dog too much.]

I shall attempt to keep out of your way, however.

[feminitis]

[Sei's expression, which was already pretty bright to start with, brightens up even more as she takes in the sight of Constantine. Oh, no. That much cute should be illegal.]

He's adorable...! Hi, Constantine!

[And she immediately heads on over and kneels down to make the dog's acquaintance.]

What sorts of things does he like to eat?

[moraled]

[Constantine wags his tails at her, barking in response. He is a Good Dog.

As for the rest--]

Some dried meat or similar shall be perfectly suitable, if you have seen any of the like around here.

[feminitis]

[He is a very good dog, and Sei's day has gotten about a million times better just by seeing him.]

Dried...? Oh, I think I saw something labeled beef jerky earlier!

[And she shoots off to rummage around for it... a few moments later she emerges triumphant.]

Here it is!

[moraled]

[Oh... handy! He accepts it with a nod, smiling.]

Thank you very much. You have been quite helpful for Constantine's sake.

[Look how happy this dog is to eat jerky.]

[feminitis]

Glad to help out! Aww, look, he's enjoying it...

[Sei admires the cute little dog for a moment or two before returning her attention to Barnham.]

And what about you - are you hungry? Dogs aren't the only ones who need to eat around here, you know!

[moraled]

I am quite fine myself, thank you for my concern. I've found that food for myself is somewhat easier to come by than food that will suit Constantine.

[So he's fine... though Sei is cute.]

I suppose it must be in your nature, to be so concerned for others you have only just met.

[feminitis]

Oh, uh...! I don't know about that, but...

[She laughs, a little embarrassed.]

We're all in the same situation, so we should try to help each other out if we can. And not everyone is good at cooking, but I enjoyed doing it back home, so...

[moraled]

[So............

Still.]

That does not mean it does not come naturally to you.

[He smiles a little despite himself.]

Take pride in it. It is a valuable and admirable trait.