You can keep it in the fridge and heat it up for like, up to three days, Locus.
[She deadpans, but gives a grin then shakes her head. She knows Yorks nickname by now, and it earns a tap to his chin]
No, he got his own food. This was just made special for you. You can share if you want to, though. I....won't be directly interacting with him as much for a bit, and any food I make will probably be given to you to share as you wish with who you wish.
[ Because there has to be a reason. She's trying to get in good with him, or doing nice things makes her feel good, but there's no such thing as a purely altruistic act. Not in his mind, anyway.
The confusion remains as he lifts his head to avoid the chin tap, blinking once in puzzlement. ]
[She stares up at him and tempted to try the tap again but instead just returning his blink and puzzled look. Exaggeratedly slow, eyebrows together]
Locus seriously, what don't you get here? Thought you might like something homemade, so I made it and brought it over. Boom. That's it. It's not that deep, bud.
Maybe next time I'll text first, not surprise you so much
[She grins, looking at him an shaking her head. Surprises are apparently too much, she knows now. She chances trying to pat his shoulder, shrugging her own]
Just lemme know if any adjustments need to be made, I can remake it for you sometime- it's really no issue. And don't be so... Panicked next time, okay? People give people things just to do it, take a deep breath and chill, Locus.
[ Maybe he's not communicating clearly why he's puzzled. It's not upset, it's not a lack of ability to comprehend the idea of a 'surprise'. It's something much more deep-seeded than that, much more ingrained.
Plenty of people do! I only sometimes do, it's not an every day thing.
[She'd say 'friends do' but, well, they're not exactly friends, she hardly knows him. Or that it's a special thing, cause it's not all that special. It's...mostly a spontaneous and spur of the moment thing she thought to do more than anything sentimental. She can't exactly explain it, okay. She had a nice time, and figured it'd be a nice gesture of thanks. Whatever, she's not overthinking it, fuck it.
Instead, she decides to tease a little, because she can]
Don't want to spoil any of you assholes by doing it every day
It's been a fairly easy routine to establish. Or it was, before things happened.
[ Things with York and Maine. That mess that he's certain she's had her fill of already. So he doesn't elaborate, merely shrugging instead and opening one of the containers. He is a little peckish, after all. ]
[Things. She can guess what he means, or even if it's not the same 'things' she's not asking anyways. There's been a lot of 'things' happening lately, everything was crazy for a bit there all around the station. So she doesn't ask, just lets it go with a bit of a nod. Then she lights up at his question, grinning and shrugging again]
I mean, I won't say no to having some of the food, I worked hard on it, so.
It seems fitting you should share in the benefit of making it, then.
[ And he goes about retrieving plates to eat off of. There's only a few, as he doesn't expect company often and most of the time he washes things up as quickly as he uses them, with little time for them to sit around and therefore little need for spares.
That's how he's kept everything here. South might notice that. No personal effects, everything sort of 'at the ready' like he expects to leave any day. ]
Works for me. I had incredible willpower and didn't eat it all while I was cooking, so. Should be proud.
[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
I've been saving what I've earned for more practical additions. Clothing, appliances. Decorations are not priority at the moment.
[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
I mean, I guess that makes sense. Kinda sucks though, would think it'd make being here harder. I'd go nuts if I didn't have at least something familiar or that I like around.
[Honestly, South doesn't know what is with Locus, why she kinda wants be around him, get friendly. She could argue his dick or body are enough reason, he's pretty attractive and she wouldn't mind doing a fuckton of things with him.
But, she can't really say that's all it is. She has no longing to get his clothes off right now and she's wanting to stick around, she wouldn't say no but- just hanging out sounds nice. She doesn't have a reason off the top of her head, and she's not going to go digging around for one right now.
Instead, she doesn't question it at all, just leans next to him and studies his face a second before shrugging]
What stuff do you like? Like. Places, scenery? Animals? And don't say 'I don't know' cause you gotta like something.
[That just sounds all kinds of sad and depressing, but it's not exactly unexpected or new. She doesn't know him really, yet, but it's not surprising he'd be most familiar with things being so...plain? She'd say boring but, that's mean.
Instead, she just shrugs, still studying his face and offering another lopsided smile]
Ya know, most things can be replaced. And it's nice to have before you lose it or anything. And- you didn't answer my question about what things you like.
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[ Something else occurs to him after a moment, a perfectly logical reason for her to have made up this much food and brought it over.
Of course. Her estranged teammate. Some of the confusion in his expression eases. ]
Or did you hear about Foxtrot?
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[She deadpans, but gives a grin then shakes her head. She knows Yorks nickname by now, and it earns a tap to his chin]
No, he got his own food. This was just made special for you. You can share if you want to, though. I....won't be directly interacting with him as much for a bit, and any food I make will probably be given to you to share as you wish with who you wish.
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[ Because there has to be a reason. She's trying to get in good with him, or doing nice things makes her feel good, but there's no such thing as a purely altruistic act. Not in his mind, anyway.
The confusion remains as he lifts his head to avoid the chin tap, blinking once in puzzlement. ]
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Locus seriously, what don't you get here? Thought you might like something homemade, so I made it and brought it over. Boom. That's it. It's not that deep, bud.
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[ That's the long and the short of it. He stares back at her, undeterred. ]
This seems...excessive. I am not ungrateful for the effort, but I'm not sure what I've done to earn it.
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Seriously, I had fun, just wanted to...say thanks?
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[ But he's giving up on trying to understand, apparently. After a moment his brow furrows and he shakes his head, his shoulders sinking slowly. ]
But I believe you. Thank you, for this. I will make good use of it.
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[She grins, looking at him an shaking her head. Surprises are apparently too much, she knows now. She chances trying to pat his shoulder, shrugging her own]
Just lemme know if any adjustments need to be made, I can remake it for you sometime- it's really no issue. And don't be so... Panicked next time, okay? People give people things just to do it, take a deep breath and chill, Locus.
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[ Maybe he's not communicating clearly why he's puzzled. It's not upset, it's not a lack of ability to comprehend the idea of a 'surprise'. It's something much more deep-seeded than that, much more ingrained.
He huffs quietly. ]
You do, perhaps.
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[She'd say 'friends do' but, well, they're not exactly friends, she hardly knows him. Or that it's a special thing, cause it's not all that special. It's...mostly a spontaneous and spur of the moment thing she thought to do more than anything sentimental. She can't exactly explain it, okay. She had a nice time, and figured it'd be a nice gesture of thanks. Whatever, she's not overthinking it, fuck it.
Instead, she decides to tease a little, because she can]
Don't want to spoil any of you assholes by doing it every day
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No. Obviously that would be unacceptable for all involved. I have no intention of growing comfortable here.
[ A pause lingers before he nods towards her, expression a little less tense. ]
But...thank you, for this.
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[She grins, watching him a second before shrugging]
You settling in around here? Maybe not getting cozy, but figuring it all out fine?
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[ Things with York and Maine. That mess that he's certain she's had her fill of already. So he doesn't elaborate, merely shrugging instead and opening one of the containers. He is a little peckish, after all. ]
...would you care to stay and eat with me?
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I mean, I won't say no to having some of the food, I worked hard on it, so.
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[ And he goes about retrieving plates to eat off of. There's only a few, as he doesn't expect company often and most of the time he washes things up as quickly as he uses them, with little time for them to sit around and therefore little need for spares.
That's how he's kept everything here. South might notice that. No personal effects, everything sort of 'at the ready' like he expects to leave any day. ]
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[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
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[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
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[Honestly, South doesn't know what is with Locus, why she kinda wants be around him, get friendly. She could argue his dick or body are enough reason, he's pretty attractive and she wouldn't mind doing a fuckton of things with him.
But, she can't really say that's all it is. She has no longing to get his clothes off right now and she's wanting to stick around, she wouldn't say no but- just hanging out sounds nice. She doesn't have a reason off the top of her head, and she's not going to go digging around for one right now.
Instead, she doesn't question it at all, just leans next to him and studies his face a second before shrugging]
What stuff do you like? Like. Places, scenery? Animals? And don't say 'I don't know' cause you gotta like something.
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[ The familiar edges of a frown crease his lips. ]
Allowing yourself to grow attached to material things is foolish. They are temporary. Capable of being lost or left behind at a moment's notice.
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Instead, she just shrugs, still studying his face and offering another lopsided smile]
Ya know, most things can be replaced. And it's nice to have before you lose it or anything. And- you didn't answer my question about what things you like.