offtracks | IC Contact

[A low purr builds up in Ingo's chest as he grooms. It's satisfying - it makes him feel like he's doing something concrete to take care of Emmet, even if really he knows it's not helpful at all. Really, it's probably alarming that he's so easily fallen into such a monstrous behavior.

The purring helps that part of him that starts to itch if he's silent too long, but it's an unconscious action. It doesn't totally fill the need.]

Gladion will want to see you. When he gets back.

[Emmet doesn't say anything, he is just also purring softly. Emmet knows he should check on his dog, Emmet knows he should check in to work to make sure he hasn't been fired, Emmet knows he should get cleaned.]

[But all of it seemed like too much right now.]

[Between licks, he goes on:]

You must let me know if you are hungry. I can get you something. Nothing too big right now. I do not - want to cook.

[Really, he doesn't much want to let go of Emmet for long right now. Though he nearly trips over himself to add:]

Though of course if you want something fresh, I will make it!

Edited 2023-08-17 01:15 (UTC)

[Emmet's stomach rumbles, answering the question for Ingo. Emmet was very hungry, but the idea of eating right now- especially the meat he knew he needed and craved from dying just the idea of it felt wrong in his mouth.]

[Too hard, too firm, too stringy.]

[He also did not want to leave Ingo's side.]

[Ah. That makes sense - in truth, Ingo had rather suspected he must be hungry. Ingo himself was hungry when he came back to life, far more so than he ought to have been so early in the month.]

Do you want to come upstairs with me to get something?

[He doesn't really want to go anyplace without Emmet, either.]

[Emmet nods as he slowly starts to sit up, still keeping a hand someone on Ingo, be it on a sleeve or back.]

[Ingo starts rising as well, reaching out to pull Emmet up with him.]

Are you thirsty? We can make tea, too.

[Emmet shrugs at the question, was he thirsty? He didn't know.]

[Emmet follows Ingo to the kitchen. Staying consistently within arm's reach.]

[Ingo keeps hold of Emmet, keeping half an eye on him as he leads the way out of his room and back upstairs. It's for the best anyway. Lying on the floor may be all he deserves, but Emmet ought to be somewhere more comfortable.

The pair head into the kitchen. Ingo stops at the pantry first, reaching into the back of the top shelf and withdrawing the Special Jerky to offer it wordlessly to Emmet. That's another thing - he couldn't send Gliscor for that, he doesn't like involving him in such matters.]

[Emmet takes the jerky, but looks down at it. Jerky was hard! But also Ingo made it (sometime in the past).]

[Emmet rips a small bit off and slips it into his mouth, he doesn't chew- he is hoping it will get softer. Or perhaps break down enough for him to just swallow.]

[He looks back at Ingo.]

[Ingo knows the jerky isn't something Emmet favors, though not quite the reasoning. Who would want it, really? For all that they're necessary provisions, it's a rather vile concept.]

Nothing fresh, I'm afraid. I have...not been cooking. If you'd like, I could make something quick?

[There's still some fresh meat left in the fridge; they both died too soon after their hunts to have used it all. Ingo doesn't especially want to cook anything now; he'd rather just focus on being with Emmet, since it seems he needs that. But he'll do whatever his brother wants.]

[A pang of guilt. If he hadn't died, Ingo wouldn't be this sad, he would have at least not laid on the floor.]

[Emmet shook his head, moving to bump his head against Ingo again. He was hungry, but he didn't want to not be near Ingo, and cooking would mean Emmet would have to get out of the way.]

[Once it felt decently soft, he swallowed the bit of jerky. He ripped off another piece. Put it in his mouth. A part of him hoped this would give him the energy to soon stop smelling like blood. Like cold, despite knowing he didn't- it was still in his nose.]

Edited 2023-08-17 03:52 (UTC)

Alright.

[Should he put up more of a fight? Go against Emmet's wishes in order to make sure he's properly fed? No - Ingo doesn't want to part so quickly either. He turns to put a kettle on with one hand, then links his arm around Emmet's to wait for the water to boil.]

Mr. Cheesecake has been well.

[That was good.]

[He kept on staring at Ingo. Tears trying to form again, he was sorry Ingo. It was scary.]

[He wanted to say something, vocally or sign. Something to communicate to Ingo, but again- nothing was coming to mind.]

[Ingo rests his head against Emmet's in turn. He ought to be talking. But it's hard to know what to say. Nothing has happened to him since Emmet was gone, really; nothing he thinks is worth being said.]

I, ah...I will make something decaffeinated. Better not to stay up, perhaps. And there is some sweet mochi left over, if you want some of it after you are done with that!

[He might have offered it first, but...well, it's that hunger, you sort of need to see to it.]

[Emmet nods, mochi is nice- it is soft, which meant Emmet didn't have to work with chewing it too much.]

[Emmet slowly finished the rest of his jerky, which should satisfy his urges for now. He brushed his hand off using his jeans. They were covered in dirt down the front, proof to Emmet of how he was laid on the ground.]

[He now focused on brushing the dirt off the jeans now too.]

...pajamas?

[Ingo himself is in some PJs - having already gone through that exact thing - though they're mismatched and messy. Not exactly his typical vibe.]

[He should change shouldn't he? He should also shower. He did not want to get wet though but he also did not want to get into clean pajamas while dirty.]

[It is obvious on his face Emmet is torn on what to do.]

[He scans the room as if the answer to what he should do would just appear in thin air.]

[Hm. Ingo might not know exactly what the issue is, but he can guess at a chunk of it.]

...you could put on a robe for a while? A fluffy one? Or just one of my kimono, you do not need to fasten it correctly or anything like that.

[That was an idea! He nodded but didn't move to leave Ingo's side. When they are down in their area next he will go change into one.]

[Emmet wished he could say something, or decide on something, or anything. He felt like when they were kids again, the younger twin hanging onto Ingo as if anything outside the two of them was something to be cautious about.]

[It frustrated Emmet that he was like this at the moment, but right now, the calm of just staying near Ingo outweighed that.]

[The water's boiling. Ingo pours it into the teapot. It'll need time to steep now...]

Let us go and do that, then.

[Decisive, but still quiet. He doesn't really have the energy for his normal volume levels. But Emmet needs him, so he can keep going as long as he needs to. He takes his brother's hand to lead the way back downstairs.]

[Once they are downstairs, Emmet heads to his room so he can grab the robe. He keeps Ingo within sight at all times.]

[As he starts to change his clothes, he sighs a little. Finally deciding he is 80 percent of the way there as he heads into the bathroom and turns on the shower.]

[He showers at amazing speeds, as if he is away for too long, Ingo would disappear into the aether.]

[Emmet barely dries off and quickly gets dressed in something clean. He looks like a drowned Sneasler with how little he waited to dry.]

[Ah - Ingo had not expected Emmet to go shower right this second, but it's probably for the best. He lets him go without comment. The intervening time is spent hovering around Emmet's room, unwilling to sit on the bed but not sure what else he ought to do.

He blinks at Emmet when he returns.]

Oh! You are going to get your clothes all wet! That is not good for keeping warm, you know!

[COMING IN TO TOWEL DRY HIS HAIR AT LEAST]

[Emmet will allow this, he just wanted to get back to Ingo as quickly as possible!]

I know that may be a little silly, given that it is still summer, but that was something very important to keep track of back in Hisui. Not to mention, I am not always warm enough inside even now. The air conditioning, and all that.

[He suspects it's a reasonable temperature for non-manticores, though, and so he doesn't say anything. At that point it's his responsibility to dress more warmly.

Anyway. The towel sort of leaves Emmet's hair a mess, but he's dryer!]

Better?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject