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[IC] Appointments

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[He notices that, but... overall, he seemed to be functioning well enough for someone who had been gone so long. Frey remembered clearly his first kidnapping- the reactions they'd tried to evoke from the rune, the Dawn rune nearly burning his arm off in reaction... It was odd, not having those scars anymore, as faint as they had been thanks to healing magic applied over time.]

I'm glad. I didn't assume it would, but it's always comforting to know that a friend is doing well. The Malnosso scientists have a habit of being... quite brutal.

[Something about 'friend' makes him stop and glance at his journal for a moment, consideringly.

...Except then he finds his hair tie and the moment passes. He's silent a moment more; wrangling all that hair into such a tight ponytail takes concentration.]

I can't say I found the experience pleasant; but what option is there other than to recover?

We'll find way to stop it, eventually. We just need to stop the people doing it.

I had wanted to come see you in person, actually, but I do not know where you live. [Though then he would have possibly been fussing over Van many times over, so maybe that is a blessing in disguise for the other man.]

[That gives Van another moment of pause. He doesn't exactly want it spread around where he's living, for a number of reasons; but... he's not doing anything wrong, living where he is. He's not bothering anyone. And if he's going to blend in with the rest of the village, he's going to have to start entertaining people. He can't appear to have something to hide. Although he does check the strength of that filter before responding. There was blending in, and then there was being careless.]

Community housing 2, apartment 9. [...] There's really no need to check on me, though. I'm quite alright.

[Oh Van, so paranoid. Still, he smiles a bit in response, mentally making note of the location. At least Van was living closer to the ground rather then climbing stairs.]

....If you want, I can bring you something to eat, later. I still owe you a favor for the draft, after all.

[That statement about favors makes a frown flit briefly across his face, there and gone so quickly it's hardly noticeable. Favors. Of course. Well, why else would anyone do something for someone else, if not out of a sense of obligation? That's how the world works.]

That's not necessary. Not that you'll listen to me, will you?

[Well, he used the favor line to be polite, actually: He didn't want Van to take it as forcing help on him, or fussing or otherwise. As friendly as Frey was, he had years of lessons on stepping gently around people's pride- to even imply Van could not take care of himself in any manner could be a terrible insult with some people. It was easier to paint it as a mutual return of favor when it came to an older individual rather then otherwise.

Really, though, he just wanted to make sure the Van was truly ok.] I know it's not. I want to, though.

If you wish to visit, you're welcome to do so.

[He doesn't need to bring food. Van is perfectly capable of feeding himself. It's not like he can stop him, though.

...And maybe it would be nice. A little.]

I'll do that, then. Is later today ok?

[Come on, he's pretty good at cooking now. Almost two years of ongoing, determined practice helps, too. Kind of required work if you're used to a variety of food but can't cook.]

I don't plan on going out today. That should be fine.

[Yes, this is a subtle reassurance that he has been at home, resting. ...If catching him asleep was somehow not enough for that.]

Great. I shall see you then. [His tone is cheerful as he heads to the kichten.... to get started on cooking a meal.]

Mm. [And one vague noise of agreement later, Van starts working (at a leisurely and restful pace). He's got things to get done, if he's going to entertain his very first Luceti guest ever today. An apartment to make presentable (and homey and lived in).]

[It might be a while- Freyjadour decides to play it safe and make some beef stew rather then something quicker but less likely to please. He doesn't know the other man's tastes, but he has yet to meet a person who doesn't like stew.

Eventually, though, there will be a knock at Van's door when Freyjadour arrives with a bag carried in his arms- a covered pot and some fresh bakery bakery he had picked up that morning tucked inside.]

Edited 2012-01-26 12:18 (UTC)

[When Van answers it, he's clearly still not 100%: his cheekbones just a bit more prominent than they were before his kidnapping, his skin a bit more pale (although to be fair, that may just be winter), and his clothes a bit looser. At least those dark circles under his eyes are mostly gone, though; because as Frey well knows, he has been sleeping.

He steps back to let Frey into a room that is... surprisingly cozy and homely actually, though still decidedly masculine. Warm tan walls, the far one almost completely covered by (mostly empty) shelves, a light wood floor with an enormous dark thick rug over it, and worn wood and leather furniture, with extra pillows and a comfortable throw draped over the back. There are, in fact, very few spots in the room that look like they wouldn't be a good place for a nap.]

I told you there was no need to bring anything. [But he sounds like he knew very well that Frey would do it anyway.]

[There is concern in his gaze as he looks the other over, taking note of the lost weight and paleness. What had the Malnosso done to him? Starved him? The cruelty of that brought to mind the state of Lordlake before water had been returned.

Upon stepping in, he is impressed by the decorating taste- it seemed like a space designed for relaxation, which is something he imagines Van needs with how he looks right now.] I know. I still wanted to, though.

[he wanted to ask if Van had been eating right since his return, but he was afraid that could be equated to 'you look like hell- eat something'.]

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