IT'S THAT TIME.

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[occulthymns]

Dog.

1/2

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Okay, he's getting lunch. He can roll with this.]

Hey, Dog.

1/2

[occulthymns]

[Dog woofs!]

[occulthymns]

[And Euri starts putting the groceries away and getting the stuff for lunch out.]

Just don't provoke him.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Why would I piss off a dog that's nearly as tall as me? I'm not an idiot. [He just keeps scratching, kind of annoyingly charmed when Dog starts licking his hands.] You got something to feed him? I think he's hungry.

[occulthymns]

Hold on.

[She'll dig a steak wrapped in butcher paper out of a bag, unwrap it and set it on a plate on the floor. Dog immediately lunges at it and tears into it like a hungry wolf.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He just watches this, intrigued and (quietly) a little unsettled. No wonder such a little thing is so ballsy, if she's got an attack dog like this waiting at home.]

Shit. I hope he's well trained.

[occulthymns]

Of course he is. He listens to be all the time.

[She's going to start washing some mushrooms.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Whoa, truce. Just saying, the dog's got a hell of an appetite.

[And speaking of appetite, his stomach rumbles loudly at just that moment. Feeling a little faint, he helps himself to one of the kitchen chairs, then starts playing idly with his lighter.]

So. What's for lunch?

[occulthymns]

Mushrooms.

[As evidenced by the various different kinds she's starting to chop.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You've got a definite theme going here, huh? I'm starting to feel like I'm in the Mushroom Kingdom.

[Flick, open. Flick, closed.]

[occulthymns]

Mushrooms are good.

[That's all she's saying, though she is glancing over at him when that incessant clicking starts getting irritating.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It always does. He arches his eyebrows at her, waiting for her to say something.]

[occulthymns]

[Wait for it... waaait for it....]

Why do you keep messing with that thing?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Old habit. Never know when I might need it.

[At that his expression sours, and he jams the lighter back into the pocket of his fleece jacket, which has a patch with a logo much like this on the arm. It'll be a long time before he stops being pissed off about the loss of his powers, and even longer before he accepts that they're gone for as long as he's here.]

[occulthymns]

A tiny flame...? Seems pretty useless to me.

[She raises an eyebrow, noticing the patch after a moment. Huh, is that supposed to be a school?]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Not when you're pyrokinetic.

[Eurgh, it actually physically hurts not to be able to pull out his lighter and play with a handful of flame. It's been a part of him for so long, this feels like losing a limb.]

[occulthymns]

... When you're what?

[The mushrooms and some crushed garlic which goes into a skillet and on an ancient-looking stove.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He rolls his eyes, taking his irritation out on her because he's a mature adult.]

Never heard of telekinesis? Moving things with your mind? It's like that, but with fire. I can make it do whatever I want.

[Could. No. He won't say it. He's not giving up.]

[occulthymns]

[She frowns, but gestures at him. Because said stove is a wood burning stove and she's going to start adding wood.]

Then come over here and be useful.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He practically snarls at that, clenching his hands into fists.]

I can't do it anymore, okay? Not since I got here. That's why I'm just a bit on edge.

[occulthymns]

Then don't say you can do it if you can't!

[She's snapping that back at him before grabbing a book of matches. Oldschool over here.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I'll get it back. I don't give a shit what I have to do, I'll get it back.

[His stare at those matches is almost longing, but then he pulls himself back together and crosses his arms over his chest, tipping slightly onto the back legs of the chair.]

[occulthymns]

No you won't.

[Might as well be blunt. She'll get a flame going on the match, then toss it into the wood chamber.]