[The leadership the other man is talking about, Onni assumes, is something to do with his time in the military. He'd made Major, after all. Onni doesn't assume there's any particular lie of omission going on, and wouldn't hold it against him if he knew the truth anyhow.]
Ah. Well, you'll have to tell me about it sometime.
[While Nikolai is investigating the fruits and taking one of each that he's never seen, Onni heads over to the vegetables and picks out potatoes and turnips and onions, some celery, before he goes back over to where Nikolai is still picking at the fruit. He chooses a few favourites of his own, having already done what Nikolai is doing quite some time ago. Fruit, after all, is an expensive delicacy where he's from, and one he'd wanted to try to its fullest. He selects a pineapple (a pain to peel, but perfectly sour-sweet) and grapes and oranges, putting them in the basket.]
They're worth trying. And as for the stew, sure. You can help me make it if you like. I can teach you how, too, if you want.
[He's about to open that little bag of cotton candy and try some when Nikolai seems to sober suddenly, his shoulders slumping as he says that there's a problem. That he has a problem, and he needs help. Onni listens him out and then is silent for a few moments. He tucks the open bag of candy into his cart and frowns a little at the other man.]
What happens when you sleep? Are you a werewolf or something?
[A pause, as he considers that final question, his expression tightening. He's not going to do any of those things Nikolai fears, shout or curse or threaten him or draw weapon. Nikolai seems like a reasonable man, someone with a good head on his shoulders, which is something Onni doesn't think about many people. Whatever it is, something can be figured out.]
A place where you can be restrained and contained. I can think of a few options.
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Ah. Well, you'll have to tell me about it sometime.
[While Nikolai is investigating the fruits and taking one of each that he's never seen, Onni heads over to the vegetables and picks out potatoes and turnips and onions, some celery, before he goes back over to where Nikolai is still picking at the fruit. He chooses a few favourites of his own, having already done what Nikolai is doing quite some time ago. Fruit, after all, is an expensive delicacy where he's from, and one he'd wanted to try to its fullest. He selects a pineapple (a pain to peel, but perfectly sour-sweet) and grapes and oranges, putting them in the basket.]
They're worth trying. And as for the stew, sure. You can help me make it if you like. I can teach you how, too, if you want.
[He's about to open that little bag of cotton candy and try some when Nikolai seems to sober suddenly, his shoulders slumping as he says that there's a problem. That he has a problem, and he needs help. Onni listens him out and then is silent for a few moments. He tucks the open bag of candy into his cart and frowns a little at the other man.]
What happens when you sleep? Are you a werewolf or something?
[A pause, as he considers that final question, his expression tightening. He's not going to do any of those things Nikolai fears, shout or curse or threaten him or draw weapon. Nikolai seems like a reasonable man, someone with a good head on his shoulders, which is something Onni doesn't think about many people. Whatever it is, something can be figured out.]
A place where you can be restrained and contained. I can think of a few options.