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[simplicitas]

Hey good morning

I've been here a year. Yay.

Ask me anything* I'm pretty sure I remember a lot of stuff that's happened




*do not ask me to go to therapy I'm fine

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[purevanillacookie]

Oh no no, my friend!

[ Basket under one arm, blanket rolled up over the other, he DOES shove a rather large wool rabbit into Elswords arms though. This is yours now. It's his biggest project to date and he decided it would be perfect to give to Elsword.

It's as lumpy as it's smaller siblings gifted to other people, and one arm is a little smaller than the other, but the smile on it's face is cheerful. ]

Or well, you may take the blanket, it's yours now, as well as this rabbit! Please point me in the direction of your kitchen.

[ Careful the blanket is rather heavy, typical Grandparent blanket. ]

[simplicitas]

[Oh... he is gently squeezing the wool rabbit. It's a little lopsided, but he manages a small smile at it. And the blanket... that'll be nice to curl up under when he's refusing to go outside!]

...this means a lot to me. You're always helping everyone out, heh. [You know, like with the eye lemon, which he's left up in his room because he sort of forgot to grab it, oops? Depression does things to a man.] Uh, the kitchen is over there, behind the bar counter there.

[It's an open floorplan, so the living room isn't too far in this cabin Elsword calls home. The bar counter is more of a kitchen island, disconnected from everything else, but it has stools for sitting at.]

[purevanillacookie]

[ Lopsided and it's limbs sort of flop cause of the lack of stuffing near them, it's fine. He smiles at the little smile on the others face, pleased his gift hit home, then turns to let himself into the kitchen. The basket is opened and things begin to get pulled out like mary poppins fucking carpet bag. ]

It is my joy to help, my friend. Have you eaten recently?

[ He's going to assume that's a no, because he knows sometimes its difficult to care for oneself when you're on the edge. The place is immaculate and clean, so there's no indication of amount of food intake. One empty cup out in the living room. So that means it's time for easy to eat foods, in cute little bite sizes. Which means sandwiches. Ignore Grandpa aggressively Grandpa'ing in the kitchen with bread and various jams and nut butters and maybe he stopped at the inn to raid vegetables and stuff so he can begin to make a stew that will keep for a few days. This is his kitchen now. ]