[open] the cat came back

[limbical]

WHO: Daan (limbical) & YOU!
WHAT: Augustcatch-all. Event, non-event prompts, you know.
WHERE: The clinic for non-event prompts, the mall for event prompts.
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: Typical warnings for Fear & Hunger content, which you can find in Daan's permissions here. I'll ensure to label CW in subject headers in case the subjects come up, but if you need to opt out please hit up my permission's post!

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[faststance]

Really? That's too bad. [ Well, Daan already knows about his grandmother. He blinks -- wait, does he? ] My granny used to make blueberry pies. So, I suppose I've always been a fan of sweets.

[ It's hesitantly retelling a story that he's already told, but not sure if he's actually told it to Daan. ]

Anyway, thanks for keeping it in mind. [ A beat. ] And since you are an adult, you can have as much candy as you want now. If you wanted.

[limbical]

I remember. You mentioned it in the sewers, and the girls had some opinions about that.

[Daan's smile is now a bit crooked, yet oddly fond of the memory. It was just another sign of Marcoh trying to keep positive for others. For better or for worse.]

Oh, I'm sure I could. I could do a lot of things as I am now, but I don't really have a taste for it. Though maybe I wouldn't be saying that if I had your grandmother's pie, huh?

[faststance]

They did...

[ There's relief in his response -- it's good their memories line up this time. ]

You definitely wouldn't. Granny's pies were enough to make sweet fiends out of anyone. [ He gestures with his hands, holding them out with his fingers spread in a surrendering pose. ] But I guess that just means more sweets for me then. I'll have to live with this heavy burden.

[limbical]

Frankly, I was just impressed how well you could steel yourself again the smell of that place. I would've done just about anything to get a bath after.

[Another soft huff, full of mirth.]

Difficult for you, I know.

[There's a pause as he gets to carefully placing on proper bandages around Marcoh's knuckles. Tied just tight enough, just loose enough. Mostly to make sure that the antibiotic cream does its job.]

There. Comfortable, I hope?

[faststance]

Well... [ He gives a small shrug, laughing softly. ] I dunno. I guess that is just the power of having eaten a really good blueberry pie.

[ A smile. ]

Yeah. Thanks. [ He rests his hand over the bandages, giving it a light pat. ] I can't promise you won't be doing this again sometime, but I'll try to keep these sort of visits infrequent.

[limbical]

I suppose so. That's some power.

[A half shrug is provided, and Daan starts to put his belongings away.]

That's all that I can ask for. Just don't hesitate to ask for me if you're injured. Deal?

[faststance]

In return, make sure to call on me when you're in trouble.

[ And he holds his newly bandaged hands out to shake Daan's hand. ]

Deal?

[limbical]

Hmm, if I shake on it, that's like some unbreakable promise or something, huh?

[But he'll try. He'll try to be better and voice when he needs help.

Though he isn't sure that Marcoh's fists are always going to be a solution, but it can't hurt.

Daan takes his hand.]

Deal.