[Week 1 Afterparty] Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

That all sure fucking happened, didn't it?

Again, Leon walks out of the crypt with blood on him that is not his, and it's absolutely no comfort that he didn't even get the worst of it this time. He spends longer than he means to washing it off in the bathroom sink, going over and over and over things in his mind, before gravitating towards the kitchen to see if Luis is looking to play host to another wake. When he doesn't find him, Leon decides he might as well try to put something together himself.

Thankfully for him and also everyone in attendance, he gets plenty of help. Otto, Garry, Yuri, Lortel, and Shauna all lend a hand in the kitchen, which leaves dragging the furniture from the library back into the sitting room to him. Before long they've got a spread of snacks and drinks - better than he would've probably done on his own, having planned to make something that could be eaten quickly to efficiently replenish energy after a whole day spent arguing as opposed to like. Something tasty.

Once it's all set up, he'll go scouting around the now considerably more sensibly laid out house, knocking on doors and telling people that dinner's ready in the sitting room. Once he's at least told everyone he could find, he'll be standing guard/being a wallflower in there. Second verse, same as the first.

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[doctopoda]

Oh - you're here.

[Otto looks a little surprised! He'd been planning on trying to bring her something to eat again, but maybe he should have considered that she'd be up and about. She's not as badly off as last week. Maybe because...?

This party, he's been working more in the kitchen. Otto's not a chef by any means, but he's functional in a kitchen. Besides, keeping his hands busy has always made it easier to keep his mind busy. Today was...just a wonderful topper on a fairly miserable week. Knowing the Blot was involved wasn't enough to truly change it.]

Can I make you anything?

[inlocked]

It’s Anemone’s fault, [ she complains. ]

Anyway, like, food? You don’t have to, like. Ugh. You know what, actually, sure. Maybe a sandwich?

[doctopoda]

Grilled cheese? Or something else?

[One of his arms is already fetching some of Yuri's tea for her.]

[inlocked]

… that actually sounds amazing. Yeah, sure.

[ glances at him, opens her mouth,

then closes it and looks away. ]

[doctopoda]

[He notes that - with as many eyes as he has, he does tend to - but with little more than a curious frown turns to go make that grilled cheese. It'll be pretty quick, at least; he was already doing it, so the stove is still hot. He'll hand it off on a plate when he returns.]

There you go.

[inlocked]

[ What was the last time someone made her food? Has anyone, ever, besides…

Pratibha picks up the sandwich and takes a bite. ]

… it’s good, [ she laughs, a quiet sound. ]

[doctopoda]

I'm glad. Takes a bit of talent to ruin grilled cheese.

[His tone is light, or at least as light as it can be considering what's happened, but he's watching her sidelong.]

...you seem to be feeling a bit better? [He knows it's not...a straightforward topic. Of course he does.]