tfln: mom edition

[sewoften]

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[databoner]

[Once on his feet, Inumuta looks over to a small pile of clothes on the floor, nudges something with his foot, and then picks up a jacket to put on over his hoodie. And over there, wow look, a pair of slip on shoes! Perfect.]

...Do you really think I would make food myself? Or let you do it?

[He does that maybe... once or twice every two months. This is not one of those times.]

We're going out. There's a place that does breakfast as late as dinner nearby. Do you have your jacket nearby?

/thumbs up

[sewoften]

[ Donate seven thousand to a friend as an apology and support for a series of crashing vehicles and fair-time fun, propose to go out to eat the following day. There's a disconnect there that he doesn't so much linger over as cast a sidelong look back over his shoulder at Inumuta for. Then he shrugs, pulling his hands out of his pockets and rolling one wrist in general gesture, nothing that points. (That'd be rude.) ]

Out in the living room.

[ Where he still hopes he'll find his mask. He's not really in a mood to head outside without it, for various reasons that never seem to resolve into anything sensible to anyone but him. Regardless, he's already walking so most his answer comes out while he's going from the short hall back to where he'd passed out last night, over to where he'd draped the uniform he still frowns at when he sees. Talk about time displacement... how had the porter rejoined him with something that didn't actually exist anymore? Mysteries.

Still, in picking up and shaking out his coat, his mask does come tumbling out. Iori catches it and overbalances, sitting with a thwump on the couch. He blinks, head reeling. Eurgh... He works at pulling his mask on before bothering with trying to stand again and shrug into his coat. ]

i didnt forget about this ok!!

[databoner]

[Inumuta's slow to join him in the living room, but eventually catches up, shuffling his feet along the way. Not even bothering to pick up his feet, this one. How lazy. Still, both of them are... well, at least Iori is somewhat dressed, despite his hair being kind of a mess. Inumuta's hair is somehow perfectly fine all of a sudden, despite the mess of clothes he's wearing. Together, they might make a fully functional person.

Heading for the door once he sees Iori with his jacket and mask on, he takes the opportunity to ask:]

Are you still that concerned about breathing in Life Fibers when there's so few around?

[That's what he assumes the continued mask-wearing is for.]

shhh i believe you

[sewoften]

[ One fully functional person is all that's actually needed for the task at hand.

That task is breakfast.

This is a great and honorable task indeed. Though Iori glances at Inumuta, shoving his feet into his outside shoes. ]

Not particularly.

[ ... Thus offering zero explanation for why he's still wearing his mask. But he'll nonchalantly walk out the door, for once his whole wafting locks thing sort of making sense. There's a light breeze outside that catches him as he heads out.

The scent of waffles lingers. Screw you, waffles. ]

and then i DECIDED IT'S 3AM, IM ENDING THIS THREAD

[databoner]

[...If the answer is "not particularly" then why...

You know what.

Nevermind.

It'd be like asking why he likes high collars. It's just a thing, apparently.]

Alright.

[And with both of their shoes on and heading out the door, they went and had those damn waffles, and all was right in the world.]