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[plungeintofire]

You know what you must do.

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not vicious!

[saxophone]

Do you see where I'm going with this? 'The Good Stuff on the top of the fridge.'

So, tell me why you thought I meant the dusty bottle of rum behind all of that?

[ He gestures with the pie, crumbs flying through the air. ]

muhahahahahaha u~

[keymemory]

Oh...! [ Now he's following along! ] Because I know where the cakes and pies are already! [ He chuckles, silly Gren-- trix r 4 keedz. ]

1/2

[saxophone]

Sora.

[ He's about to lose it! ]

2/2

[saxophone]

[ He takes a breath. He’s just a kid. Shaking his head, he finishes his crumbly pie. ]

...Are you okay? Do you feel sick or anything?

[keymemory]

[ Oh gosh, Gren's so scary! Sora brings his hands up to his shirt and tugs at it with uncertainty. He then looks down to his toes and sees the paint there. For a moment he considers (or does his best to focus) on what he is feeling. It's definitely not sick, that's for sure.

But sadness. Gren was so upset with him and it really made Sora feel awful. He looked up to the other man and stepped closer to Gren before he took a chance and wrapped his arms around the other. He smooshed his face against Gren. ]

Don't be mad..

[saxophone]

[ Gren is rigid with tension, but it only takes a moment of looking down at that crop of brown hair for him to breathe all of the tension out. He places a hand on Sora’s head, gently ruffling his hair. It seems like he never stops worrying about this kid. That is not an ordinary star, my son. That star is the tear of a Worrier. ]

...I’m sorry.

[ Of course he apologizes. ]

Just... promise me you won’t do it again.

[keymemory]

[ Sora looks up at Gren, his face is flushed and his eyes are bristling with tears. His heart palpitates and he takes in a shaky breath. He blinks up at Gren and his hands move up his friend's back to softly finger at Gren's hair. ]

It's okay, I won't do it again. At least not without you! [ The stuff tasted pretty bad, but the more he drank the less he could taste. ] Did I mess up your show tonight?

[saxophone]

You won't do it at all. Not until you're at least thirty.

[ He reaches down to pinch Sora's cheek, emphasizing his point and then pulling away. ]

No, it was fine.

[ There wasn't a show. He's a drug dealer, Sora. ]

Have you eaten anything? I could make you something.

[keymemory]

[ Ohhh - ho ho ho - whaaat. Sora turns his head toward the pinch and pretends to nip at Gren's fingers. ]

I'ma eat you all up! [ Nom nom nom. So, he's still drunk. ]

[saxophone]

[ He stares at Sora for a long, quiet moment. Oh my god.]

...So, frozen pizza or top ramen?

[keymemory]

[ Defeated, this is a defeated Sora. ]


P..pizza, is good.. [ Awkward step backward and he he pulls his arms behind his back and peers down at his freshly painted toes. He feels a bit unbalanced and soon reaches out to the wall to steady himself. ]

[saxophone]

[ Gren notices and immediately acts by hoisting up Sora and sitting him down on the counter where he can keep an eye on him. ]

You need water.

[ He retrieves a bottle of just that, unscrewing the lid and holding it out to Sora. ]

Drink all of it and then be prepared to drink more.

[keymemory]

[ Poor judgment in 3, 2, 1 ; ]

Heh, I thought you didn't want me to drink anymore! [ His feet softly sway over the counter, he's happy Gren's back again. He can get pretty lonely by himself! ]

[saxophone]

[ He stares for another long, quiet moment. 'He's just a kid' clamors in his head like a mantra. ]

Please drink this.

[ He urges Sora by moving the bottle a little closer. ]

[keymemory]

[ Okay, alright, Sora takes the bottle and brings it to his lips for a cautious swallow. Once he's had that first taste he brings the bottle back up to his lips and had another few hungry gulps. He lowers the bottle and nods to Gren. ]

I'm drink this.

[ He grins wide and lifts the bottle back to his lips. ]

Will you sing to me before I fall asleep?

[saxophone]

[ When he sees Sora take a sip he turns away to preheat the oven in preparation for the pizza. ]

Maybe if you continue to cooperate.

[ Good incentive? With his back still to Sora he tears a long strip off of the pizza box and slides the frozen pie onto a baking sheet. ]

Purple's a good color on you.

[keymemory]

[ Sora was excited about that prospect and he showed his willingness with a few more sips of water. Gren was really cool, Sora enjoyed sharing his stories with him and hearing Gren play his music! ]

You think so! [ His toes looked a bit messy but he was so happy they were painted he didn't mind at all that a lot of the paint got onto his skin. ]

Thanks!

[saxophone]

[ At hearing Sora's chirped gratitude Gren looks over his shoulder and smiles. It wasn't always easy living with the kid, but Sora's vivid energy kept Gren from sinking too far into desolation. Sora was good for him even though he was a little annoying at times. ]

You should paint mine.

[ He slides the pizza in the oven now, closing the door with his hip and setting the timer.

This was always the extent of his cooking. He preferred to focus his efforts into other things. ]

[keymemory]

[ Oh. Totally. Yas. Sora perks up at that and he smiles widely. He offers a small nod. He then takes the bottle and swallows more of the water before he pulls it back from his mouth, gasping for air. ]

Okay, lets do it! While the pizza cooks! [ He sat down the water bottle and hopped off the counter and grabbed Gren's hand. ] C'mon!

[ If Gren would follow him he'd lead him to sit down somewhere (anywhere) and then would rush to the bathroom to grab the nail polish.]

[saxophone]

[ Gren chuckles at Sora's enthusiasm, settling down on the couch and removing his shoes and socks. For a moment he wonders why Sora even has nail polish but he doesn't bother to give it any further thought because well... it's Sora. ]

[keymemory]

[ Oh, he has a collection of things he wouldn’t dare let Gren find. Sora returns a moment later with the polish and he chuckles up at Gren while he settles down on the ground before him. ]

I’ll do my best! It’ll be loads easier on you, though.. I think. I couldn’t keep my toes still!

[ Sora pulled one of Gren’s feet onto his lap and shook the polish. He unscrewed the cap then and fingered Gren’s toes with the hand that held the polish. He used his free hand to pull the brush out of the container and he began with the big toe. ]

[saxophone]

[ Gren rests his elbow on the couch's armrest and props his chin up on his fist, watching Sora. He makes sure to be very still for the little nail tech. ]

I trust that you'll make them very pretty.

[keymemory]

Maybe, but.. I can fix it if it's not.. you know .. I can soak your toes and peel the paint off if it gets on your skin! [ It just occurred to him that he didn't know what time it was, but the thought went away as quickly as it came. ]

What's your favorite color though? I can see you with bright blue toenails, really shiny!

[saxophone]

I like green. Like the color or an unripened avocado. What's yours? That purple?

[ It's always good to know someone's favorite color for gifting purposes. ]

[keymemory]

[ He makes a soft, "oh," at the color of green Gren likes. He focuses on the next toe before he speaks up on his color of purple. ]

Yeah, this color... oh wait, no .. I like red. [ He forgot, momentarily, he liked red the best! But he didn't think he would be into having red nail polish on his feet. ]

If you could be any fish in the sea, what'd you be?