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perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
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Greetings. You have reached the message box of Byleth Eisner, please leave a message I will contact you shortly.
I don't know. I just spoke to him like I speak to anyone. Hythlodaeus is a puzzle to me yet. Elusive, but enticing all the same.
But of course, I will put on some tea and a meal for you. You may let yourself in, the door is unlocked.
But of course, I will put on some tea and a meal for you. You may let yourself in, the door is unlocked.
Really? Hythlodaeus had only ever been kind to me whenever I spoke to him. Though he wouldn't remember me, I'm sure. Either way, i never considered him that much of a mystery
You still like to spoil with your tea parties, I see
Well I've some news for you, i come bearing a treat this time
You still like to spoil with your tea parties, I see
Well I've some news for you, i come bearing a treat this time
I believe I frustrate him... which is not my intention. Then again, it's impossible to truly say.
Of course I do. It is one of the only ways I can really bring comfort to people in this place, chaotic and uncertain as it is.
Oh do you? Well color me intrigued and excited, though you need not come bearing anything. You only just arrived again.
Of course I do. It is one of the only ways I can really bring comfort to people in this place, chaotic and uncertain as it is.
Oh do you? Well color me intrigued and excited, though you need not come bearing anything. You only just arrived again.
I am aware i don't need to
now let someone be kind to you already, hm?
[ANYWAY.
Obsidian comes in, wearing his crafting gear. He'd finally gotten his hands on some clothesmaking gear so he replace the bloody horrible outfit he'd been shoved into when he first arrived not long ago.
In his hands, he bears a carrot pudding.]
I'm here. In case the door opening wasn't obvious and all.
now let someone be kind to you already, hm?
[ANYWAY.
Obsidian comes in, wearing his crafting gear. He'd finally gotten his hands on some clothesmaking gear so he replace the bloody horrible outfit he'd been shoved into when he first arrived not long ago.
In his hands, he bears a carrot pudding.]
I'm here. In case the door opening wasn't obvious and all.
[ SIGH. He's right and Byleth really ought to take that advice. When the door opens and Obsidian greets him, Byleth is holding a pie with oven mitts. ]
Welcome, Obsidian. Aha- it seems you have brought something tasty. I can't wait to try it. What is it if I may ask?
[ A glance down... ah. His. His chest. Hmmm. ]
Welcome, Obsidian. Aha- it seems you have brought something tasty. I can't wait to try it. What is it if I may ask?
[ A glance down... ah. His. His chest. Hmmm. ]
[A WHOLE PIE. Gods, Obsidian couldn't make that one without some help, but the Last Stand had been kind enough to help teach him and Puddingway how to make... well, a pudding.
He decides to put it down at the table, since Byleth's hands are occupied.]
Carrot pudding. A friend and I learned this not long ago. I don't know many real recipes, but I know this one.
[The glance isn't that subtle. If they weren't friends, it might be something that'd annoy and upset Obsidian, make him become defensive, but... well, fortunately, they crossed that bridge sometime ago.
Instead, he smiles crookedly, aiming to tease Byleth.]
But I imagine something else has caught your eye?
He decides to put it down at the table, since Byleth's hands are occupied.]
Carrot pudding. A friend and I learned this not long ago. I don't know many real recipes, but I know this one.
[The glance isn't that subtle. If they weren't friends, it might be something that'd annoy and upset Obsidian, make him become defensive, but... well, fortunately, they crossed that bridge sometime ago.
Instead, he smiles crookedly, aiming to tease Byleth.]
But I imagine something else has caught your eye?
Carrot? Hm. Not a flavor I would expect in a pudding but I'll try anything. I'm excited to try it- I imagine it would be similar in flavor to a carrot cake?
[ He remembers the kind of tea Obsidian liked before, and he has it prepared. Setting down the pie on the table he finishes setting things up for them before the comment earns a little exhale of amusement. ]
Ahhhh... I apologize. I did not mean to be unseemly at all. It's just- mmm. I have no excuse.
[ He remembers the kind of tea Obsidian liked before, and he has it prepared. Setting down the pie on the table he finishes setting things up for them before the comment earns a little exhale of amusement. ]
Ahhhh... I apologize. I did not mean to be unseemly at all. It's just- mmm. I have no excuse.
Guess you'll know when you've had some, hm?
[No pudding spoilers, Byleth.
The scent of the familiar tea earns a fond smile on Obsidian's face. Tataru's blends are special, but so are Byleth's with the variety he keeps for all those he cares for. Obsidian does try his best for his friends, but Byleth always has to take it a step further. It's very sweet.
An amused snort escapes Obsidian.]
You've naught to apologize for. If I hated it, I'd let you know. Loudly. [He might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but Obsidian knows that his chest is well developed and, often, attention grabbing, for better or for worse. Even if he's not trying to be lewd, exactly.
But fortunately, he doesn't mind with Byleth.]
Though maybe you could help loosen this tie for me. [Take it as an invitation, Byleth.]
[No pudding spoilers, Byleth.
The scent of the familiar tea earns a fond smile on Obsidian's face. Tataru's blends are special, but so are Byleth's with the variety he keeps for all those he cares for. Obsidian does try his best for his friends, but Byleth always has to take it a step further. It's very sweet.
An amused snort escapes Obsidian.]
You've naught to apologize for. If I hated it, I'd let you know. Loudly. [He might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but Obsidian knows that his chest is well developed and, often, attention grabbing, for better or for worse. Even if he's not trying to be lewd, exactly.
But fortunately, he doesn't mind with Byleth.]
Though maybe you could help loosen this tie for me. [Take it as an invitation, Byleth.]
Ah, well fair enough. I do try to afford everyone where the dignity they deserve though. We have very little from our captors as it is.
[ That said, he won't turn down that invitation, and he very gingerly pulls the tie loose with his fingers, redoing it when he's given enough space for it. ]
You're trying to tempt me now, aren't you? Wicked as ever. Not that I'm complaining.
[ That said, he won't turn down that invitation, and he very gingerly pulls the tie loose with his fingers, redoing it when he's given enough space for it. ]
You're trying to tempt me now, aren't you? Wicked as ever. Not that I'm complaining.
Oh, I haven't forgotten. Arriving in that outfit was a sharp reminder of that particular fact. I appreciate your thoughtfulness regardless.
[Obsidian folds his arms, which honestly only serves to push his pecs together and make them more prominent. It's probably on purpose.]
Wasn't too subtle, was I? Though we probably should have that tea and pie before it all gets too cold.
[Obsidian folds his arms, which honestly only serves to push his pecs together and make them more prominent. It's probably on purpose.]
Wasn't too subtle, was I? Though we probably should have that tea and pie before it all gets too cold.
Ahh, I find it refreshing how direct you are.
[ Direct and BOOBY. ]
I couldn't agree more. Much as I am apt to chase such things, wasting food is a cardinal sin.
[ Direct and BOOBY. ]
I couldn't agree more. Much as I am apt to chase such things, wasting food is a cardinal sin.
[If it isn't direct, Obsidian gets lost as all hells. Thankfully, Byleth has always been an easy man to understand, which made it easy for them to bond before, and hopefully all over again.
But they're both in agreement: it's food time, baby. Ain't no wasting that!]
So what kind of pie did you bake today, my friend? [Obsidian settles into his seat.] Or is it a surprise?
But they're both in agreement: it's food time, baby. Ain't no wasting that!]
So what kind of pie did you bake today, my friend? [Obsidian settles into his seat.] Or is it a surprise?
Strawberry rhubarb. Fresh from the garden. It's a new recipe I'm trying so your honest opinion would be valued.
[ It's no wonder he and Obsidian had been fast friends from the get-go. They tend toward a lot of similar habits. Byleth pours the both a cup and a slice of pie. ]
I'm so curious about that pudding- may I?
[ It's no wonder he and Obsidian had been fast friends from the get-go. They tend toward a lot of similar habits. Byleth pours the both a cup and a slice of pie. ]
I'm so curious about that pudding- may I?
I'm sure it'll be delicious, but my feedback you shall have.
[There are so few things that Obsidian won't eat, honestly. Though admittedly the Archon loaf was a curious taste to try to work through. Exquisitely awful.
As for the pudding, he nudges the delicate plate toward Byleth.]
By all means. I made it for you, after all. And I'm far from the chef you are, so you'll have to tell me if it's passable.
[In Obsidian's case, he's taking a bite of the pie without any hesitation and quite the mouthful at that. It's as sweet as he hoped, with just the slightest hint of tartness to keep it from being too overwhelming. Though really he'd be happy with anything, but this in particular is quite the treat. It's very well balanced, and perfect to match with tea.
Byleth, as usual, is absolutely nailing his cooking. Good to know that hasn't changed.]
[There are so few things that Obsidian won't eat, honestly. Though admittedly the Archon loaf was a curious taste to try to work through. Exquisitely awful.
As for the pudding, he nudges the delicate plate toward Byleth.]
By all means. I made it for you, after all. And I'm far from the chef you are, so you'll have to tell me if it's passable.
[In Obsidian's case, he's taking a bite of the pie without any hesitation and quite the mouthful at that. It's as sweet as he hoped, with just the slightest hint of tartness to keep it from being too overwhelming. Though really he'd be happy with anything, but this in particular is quite the treat. It's very well balanced, and perfect to match with tea.
Byleth, as usual, is absolutely nailing his cooking. Good to know that hasn't changed.]
[ Byleth needs no more prompting to try the pudding, and try it he does. It's definitely not a flavor one would expect in a pudding. Like taking a drink expecting water and getting lemonade or something.
Still- it works. Oddly. A nice balance of sweet carrot flavor with some mild spices. He raises his eyebrows in muted surprise and takes a few more bites. ]
Oh this is unusual. It's good though. Just... unusually good. I quite like this. I may have to ask for the recipe if it's not a secret.
[ He's glad to see his friend enjoying the pie, too. Between the two of them, they'll probably polish all of it off before long. ]
Still- it works. Oddly. A nice balance of sweet carrot flavor with some mild spices. He raises his eyebrows in muted surprise and takes a few more bites. ]
Oh this is unusual. It's good though. Just... unusually good. I quite like this. I may have to ask for the recipe if it's not a secret.
[ He's glad to see his friend enjoying the pie, too. Between the two of them, they'll probably polish all of it off before long. ]
Not in the least. If anything, I'll bet you could make improvements on it.
[But he'll worry about that recipe for another time. For now, Obsidian is set on cleaning his plate off and emptying his cup of the delicious blend of tea made for him. It's a black tea, Obsidian thinks, but for all of his time spent in Ishgard he has no idea about propriety or knowing the difference other than flavor. So he just trusts Byleth to know what he likes, which he does.
He lets out a satisfied sigh when he's finished.]
I'd have to say my verdict is terribly delicious. I wager your other friends will enjoy it.
[But he'll worry about that recipe for another time. For now, Obsidian is set on cleaning his plate off and emptying his cup of the delicious blend of tea made for him. It's a black tea, Obsidian thinks, but for all of his time spent in Ishgard he has no idea about propriety or knowing the difference other than flavor. So he just trusts Byleth to know what he likes, which he does.
He lets out a satisfied sigh when he's finished.]
I'd have to say my verdict is terribly delicious. I wager your other friends will enjoy it.
Well if you ever want to learn some cooking skills, I would be happy to teach you.
[ Ahh, but they have eaten all of the food and Obsidian is happy with it, therefor, Byleth is happy. ]
I couldn't be happier to hear it. A full belly makes everything just a bit better, doesn't it?
[ Ahh, but they have eaten all of the food and Obsidian is happy with it, therefor, Byleth is happy. ]
I couldn't be happier to hear it. A full belly makes everything just a bit better, doesn't it?
Maybe, but then I'd need better excuses to come and eat your food.
[Though it's true, a full belly does make it better. So long as he isn't eating forty meals in a row in front of a crowd.]
Might I show you my gratitude, then?
[Though it's true, a full belly does make it better. So long as he isn't eating forty meals in a row in front of a crowd.]
Might I show you my gratitude, then?
Not to worry, I will still gladly cook for you regardless.
[ And he's also clueless. ]
Well there's no need for that but I won't rebuff an offer of thanks. How so do you mean?
[ And he's also clueless. ]
Well there's no need for that but I won't rebuff an offer of thanks. How so do you mean?
[DUDE. BYLETH. Though granted maybe Obsidian is too subtle?? He's not really the best about this.]
Well... you know. With the...
[SHUTTING DOWN.
REBOOTING.]
Well... you know. With the...
[SHUTTING DOWN.
REBOOTING.]
[He clears his throat.]
Ideally with intimacy, if you aren't opposed.
Ideally with intimacy, if you aren't opposed.
...Oh!
[ Well it all seems to make sense to him NOW. ]
Ohhhh. Yes. Yes absolutely. Apologies I- well you know I try not to assume anything. Though I suppose that should have been fairly apparent...
[ With the whole. Yes. Ok. ]
[ Well it all seems to make sense to him NOW. ]
Ohhhh. Yes. Yes absolutely. Apologies I- well you know I try not to assume anything. Though I suppose that should have been fairly apparent...
[ With the whole. Yes. Ok. ]
No, it's fine. If anything, I appreciate you didn't jump to conclusions.
[It adds a lot of faith into his trust in Byleth, truthfully.]
That and I know I'm... a bit poor at verbalizing for this sort of thing.
[It adds a lot of faith into his trust in Byleth, truthfully.]
That and I know I'm... a bit poor at verbalizing for this sort of thing.
I completely understand. I have had to adjust my approach to... very direct myself.
That said, I am glad to invite you to my bed.
[ He gestures to the stairs, a warm smile on his face. ]
If you would.
That said, I am glad to invite you to my bed.
[ He gestures to the stairs, a warm smile on his face. ]
If you would.
What, me leading the way?
[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]
I think this is better, personally.
[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.
Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]
[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]
I think this is better, personally.
[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.
Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]
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