[With all the presence of a dog retreating with his tail between his legs, Gepard goes to the shower. Because he's suddenly feeling self-conscious about a lot of things, not least of which is the fact he's got a mysterious stranger cooking for him, and he needs time to process this. Him. Them, as in the two of them as a surprisingly domestic pair. All of this. Because a lot has happened, and if Figaro is trying to poison him he's taking an incredibly roundabout route, so-
And the only thing he has to offer is his foul-tasting blood, so-
So. Gepard takes a shower, delighted to discover there's still hot water, as after a certain point in the day it's more of a 50/50 coin flip; warm shower or a lukewarm shower that he has to rush through. He sings as he does so, not with the full-voiced confidence of a born singer delighting in the acoustics of a shower, but with the absent-mindedness of a guy who is still processing this turn of events and needs something to do with his mouth. One of his sister's songs, probably. He doesn't pay attention to that.
He gets out.
Dressing, as it turns out, is far more complicated as Gepard's forced to realize that he doesn't remember the last time he dressed down in front of anyone who wasn't also a Landau. It's one thing to wear a stupid sweater in front of Serval, especially when she got it for him and has two matching ones for her and Lynx; it's another to wear sweatpants in front of Figaro...but also, Figaro's going to feed from him, isn't he? Maybe? And if he does, he should wear something he won't mind getting messy should it come to it...
He's overthinking things. He's definitely overthinking things. He puts on pants. He puts on a shirt. Gepard re-emerges, and is slapped in the face by beef tenderloin, and potatoes, and...]
Is that... [It can't be.] ...chard?
[Where the hell did Figaro get the greens from in this city? Gepard sits, a bit stunned? A bit shell-shocked? He sort of sits down in his chair with a thump as he stares it all. He picks up a fork and pokes at the beef tenderloin half-expecting it to become a Fragmentum monster, and then he'll blink and discover he's on the streets of Belobog and everything from 'this guy tried to drink my blood and then take me to see a doctor'-onward is a dream.
It remains beef.]
This looks...amazing- where did you- how di- [No, he should start from the top, shouldn't he?] Thank you. [That's the important part, isn't it? And here's the other important part: he cuts off a small piece of beef tenderloin, and takes a bite-] It's delicious... [It is delicious, but how does a guy who exclusively drinks blood learn how to cook? So many questions.]
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And the only thing he has to offer is his foul-tasting blood, so-
So. Gepard takes a shower, delighted to discover there's still hot water, as after a certain point in the day it's more of a 50/50 coin flip; warm shower or a lukewarm shower that he has to rush through. He sings as he does so, not with the full-voiced confidence of a born singer delighting in the acoustics of a shower, but with the absent-mindedness of a guy who is still processing this turn of events and needs something to do with his mouth. One of his sister's songs, probably. He doesn't pay attention to that.
He gets out.
Dressing, as it turns out, is far more complicated as Gepard's forced to realize that he doesn't remember the last time he dressed down in front of anyone who wasn't also a Landau. It's one thing to wear a stupid sweater in front of Serval, especially when she got it for him and has two matching ones for her and Lynx; it's another to wear sweatpants in front of Figaro...but also, Figaro's going to feed from him, isn't he? Maybe? And if he does, he should wear something he won't mind getting messy should it come to it...
He's overthinking things. He's definitely overthinking things. He puts on pants. He puts on a shirt. Gepard re-emerges, and is slapped in the face by beef tenderloin, and potatoes, and...]
Is that... [It can't be.] ...chard?
[Where the hell did Figaro get the greens from in this city? Gepard sits, a bit stunned? A bit shell-shocked? He sort of sits down in his chair with a thump as he stares it all. He picks up a fork and pokes at the beef tenderloin half-expecting it to become a Fragmentum monster, and then he'll blink and discover he's on the streets of Belobog and everything from 'this guy tried to drink my blood and then take me to see a doctor'-onward is a dream.
It remains beef.]
This looks...amazing- where did you- how di- [No, he should start from the top, shouldn't he?] Thank you. [That's the important part, isn't it? And here's the other important part: he cuts off a small piece of beef tenderloin, and takes a bite-] It's delicious... [It is delicious, but how does a guy who exclusively drinks blood learn how to cook? So many questions.]