Ainchase "Ain" Ishmael (
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sticksandbones2024-08-05 11:45 am
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[netbook] soups that could make you forgive your father
Hiii it's Ain!! I have the flu or something haha. I didn't know I could get sick :O
How do you make soup? It's vegetables in water and then you put it in the oven at 500, right?
How do you make soup? It's vegetables in water and then you put it in the oven at 500, right?

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Guess that makes sense. Better be ready for him to come to your door soppin' wet and covered with mud, though.
[This is why he tries (key word: try) to keep Angelina in when it's storming like this. She would get the house SO dirty.]
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[He will open the door and owldog screech and run in circles and be so excited that Wolfwood is here! Yaaay!]
He likes to roam, haha. [You know, exactly like Ain does.]
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[He is not even a little bit surprised. The similarities are uncanny.
Anyway he will get that soup warm enough to his liking that he thinks it's edible- not scorching, but not like cold either- and switch the stove back off so he can spoon some into a couple bowls for them both. He's not super hungry himself, but something something about eating together.
He'll drag his way back over, prosthetic clonking against the wood floor as he sinks back down next to Ain, offering him one of the bowls.]
Lemme know if that's hot enough.
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Ain sits up from the blanket nest and takes the bowl, holding it in his hands for a minute too long because his fingers are cold, before he finally bothers to take a bite. Thank God other people here can cook. He was told that human remedies for colds are soup and that gross grape medicine, but Ain does not like the grape medicine so he's only doing the soup route.
At least warm soup makes colour return to his face bit by bit.]
It's good, haha. Thank—
[The door whips open.
Dachie stands triumphantly in the doorway, stanced up as fuck. He's sopping wet with his feathers and fur clinging to his frame, making him look fifteen times thinner than he actually is.
He sees Wolfwood.
He barks. Hi. :> ]
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[Oh my god he looks SO stupid. Look at him. Wolfwood snorts as he lifts one leg up against his chest, spooning some more soup into his mouth.]
T-minus five seconds before the whole living room is covered in water.
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Then he stops, still stanced up and wet.
He looks at Wolfwood with his head-empty no-thoughts lookin' eyes.
And he begins to shake himself dry. Downfeathers go flying. Water sprays the both of them, but especially Wolfwood. Dachie fluffs up ten sizes afterwards and immediately sits on the corner of one of the blankets like :> ]
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Wolfwood tries to shield his face with his arm, but it only does so much to stop the deluge of water he's been sprayed with. This is Angelina behavior, he should NOT be surprised, and yet here he sits...wet and frowning.
And now Dachie is loafed on the edge of the blanket, staring at him.]
You pleased with yerself?
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Haha, sorry... He likes you, I promise.
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[SIGHING...he'll use one of the edges of the blankets to wipe his face and arms off.
Then...he'll reach over and sort of gently roll Dachie over onto his side, scratching his nails into his belly.]
You're a lil shit, just like Angelina.
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He will fall asleep like this.]
Aww, but he's so cute, right? [Dachie simply huffs. He is adorable. Thank you.] Haha, I'm sure he wants to play with her and Unci again.
[As it is, he usually likes to play with Zinnia, but she is small and fat and lazy and does not want to fly around. She wants to perch on a shelf and coo.]
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[But this is like, basically every animal ever, he's pretty sure. God, look at this wet bird. Significantly less wet of course now that he's sprayed everything around him with water.]