[ Because he's gotta go to the Kwik Trip to get that ice cream! It'll take ten or so minutes, but Heather's apartment will receive a set of three knocks on the door.
And a half-orc will be there, lifting his bag in hand. ]
( as she sent off that text, she began to clean up her place a bit and set her new pet rat up in his cage just in case gorgug was scared of rats.
when she heard the three knocks, she opened up the door wearing sweats this time instead of her usual getup. although what she was about to discuss was rather serious, she did have a bright smile to her face when she finally opened up the door. )
Oh hey, perfect. Come on in, I have some other stuff too like drinks and chips.
[ So he says, giving her a smile right back. He'll walk in once she invites him in, amused by the idea of throwing chips in on the pile. But why not? Gorgug's got a big stomach, it won't complain about the food.
He's a polite boy, he'll walk whichever way Heather tells him to. Asking, at least: ] Are we eating from the tub, or from bowls?
( once they were both inside and the door was closed, heather waved her hand towards the couch inside. nearby it was a small cage she had found that held her friend who seemed intrigued by gorgug.
for now though, she's already heading off to the kitchen to grab a few things for them [including the bowls and spoons]. )
I'm getting bowls, chips, and water for us-
( and soon enough, balancing all items on her hands, she's back to place everything on-top of the makeshift coffee table she made. a flat piece of wood and bricks right under it. fitting for a carefree teen like her. )
Thanks for coming on such short notice, I guess it just felt weird spilling my heart out over text you know?
[ Gorgug walks to the couch, with the plan that he's going to put the tub of ice cream on the coffee table so that he can get the bottle of sauces out. That's the plan, but Gorgug catches sight of the little critter and--stops. Stares at it. Questioning internally where it came from, and thinking about Tatianna, but also--maybe it's Heather's pet from home? Maybe it was from the streets of Etraya?
...
He's not going to ask. He is not going to say anything. He will only squint at it briefly (in a very I'm watching you way) before resuming his actions, only delayed by a few seconds. Once Heather comes over, the makeshift coffee table is stuffed with sugar and bowls. ]
It's okay. I wasn't doing anything since I was texting you. [ And texting Heather is a good enough distraction on its own. He's sat now on the couch--not leaning back yet, since he plans to help Heather with the table goods. ] Do we start with sugar first, or salt? ...should we get weird and dip a chip into the ice cream? I think this is the kind of conversation where we need to get freaky with our food.
[ It's likely serious, what Heather wants to talk to him about, and Gorgug isn't taking that lightly. But maybe him being a goofball can help cheer up Heather some before she gets into it.
( by this point, he had done more than enough to help keep her spirits up and away from the painful reminders of the past. in addition to some new goals [such as building a shrine/memorial for her father], she was far from the pain now. yet when she thought about it, she hadn't quite told anyone about her past-
the only person who knew the full extent of her history was vincent, and he was the one who had brought her down in the first place. rosie, maria, and james vaguely knew about her, but she hadn't felt strong enough to fully confide in them. it was with gorgug that she decided she was going to be fully honest with. )
You call that weird? I call that having a normal snack session!
( as they set up things and begin to fill the bowls with ice cream, she moves about in a circle or two around the makeshift coffee table [her rat friend in turn does the same in his cage, mimicking her]. )
But yeah, it's a lot....if you're okay with it, I'm actually going to start from the beginning, the very beginning. Do you promise to keep it a secret? You can't tell anyone.
[ Behold Gorgug's ice cream bowl then, with a few chips on the side that hopefully just won't get wet and gross before he can try this normal snack concoction. Gorgug's finally sitting more comfortable as he has his bowl, watching Heather, and only starting already on the ice cream as far as licking off his spoon gets him. ]
I promise. [ A pause, and- ] I won't even tell Riz or Fabian. And I tell them everything.
[ Sorta, kinda. But as long as Heather knows his relationship to them well enough, she should know that it pretty much means it's a safe promise.
And he'd only go against it with her permission--if this is the kind of conversation where Heather might need help. ]
( once heather's bowl was topped with the ice cream and a mixture of chocolate, caramel sauce, she sat down and pulled the bag of chips in her direction. opting to use a few as a spoon to scoop up the ice cream, she took a few bites before preparing herself to start speaking. )
Well I guess I should be careful about what I tell you in the future.
( a joke, but she does seem to start turning a bit more serious. she isn't sure how to go about this, so the easiest thing is to admit something she wasn't quite hiding but perhaps gorgug didn't know. )
Part of the reason why I was hesitant in revealing too much about my world to Tatianna is because I'm also from the same world as Vincent, I'm sure you've ran into him. In fact...we know each other far too well.
[ Gorgug nods in reference to be careful about what I tell you, the look that he gives far too serious, but so much that it's clear that he's joking. But his features ease up as Heather's own mood changes, and he's taking careful, small bites of his ice cream as he waits on her to speak. ]
...is that the old human guy with glasses? The one who did the tarots on the network? [ He recognised him from his voice.... ] I saw him trying to push a fridge to a creepy castle that he invited me to check out.
[ And there's the first time that he met him, too, but his interaction with the old guy wasn't enough to leave too big an impression on Gorgug.
Except that interaction with the fridge. That was odd. ]
( that little remark bout vincent nearly made her snort up in laughter- instead mr. cheese squeaks at the perfect time within his cage. )
That sounds right, I don't really keep tabs on him these days so I'm not really sure what he's up to....but...
( as she took another bite of her ice cream coated chip, she made a small face of curiosity. just how was she going to explain to gorgug that he was a member of a cult that had basically ruined her life, but that she didn't outright hate him? )
I know this is hard to believe but basically I was born into a cult many years ago...more than two decades ago. I was born to a woman named Dahlia Gillespie and she was a member of this cult where Vincent and this other woman Claudia were born into.
I want to preface by saying I don't hate Vincent for his association with it, but he's an important part of this story.
[ Gorgug's sitting, facing Heather, eating slowly at his ice cream. He's had a run-in with a cult before, but nothing personal enough for the information to get a reaction out of him. Instead he's curious about where this will go, and how this Vincent guy is going to be integral. ]
Okay...
[ He says that to show that he's listening, not even voicing it in a way that asks Heather to proceed. She can do that in her own time.
(And it's not that he didn't clock the two decades part, but he's also not sure if they know the same kind of decade? He'll ask later. He won't forget!!) ]
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[ Just give him a second to think about anything himself. ]
she should visit a stylist to fix what's on her head
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maybe we should find someone super inexperienced with hair and recommend them to her.
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I love it.
( and she doesn't even know about the kidnapping just yet! )
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[ Who doesn't do a little kidnapping on the side!!! ]
thanks for helping me out by the way
i appreciate it
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it’s the least I can do.
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but i think we should let the adults make their own party
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she’ll let that slide for now. )
yeah but theirs won’t be anywhere near as fun as mine was.
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yeah. but then they can deal with it when one of them gets really drunk and sad on the floor
and we can have the edibles next time
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something that warmed heather’s heart dearly. )
thankfully we didn’t have that go down.
and true, especially since I won’t be in charge for the next one. I could’ve really used one at the party but probably better that I didn’t.
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[ Sorry, Hank. ]
did something happen to you?
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( while that was going on, she had been dancing with mr. maximum legend. )
I guess I can tell you, but it seems like a lot to talk about over text…
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[ And one of them was having the better night...!! ]
i can come over
should i bring ice cream?
[ Look.
Sometimes, certain conversations require ice cream. ]
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you truly are a good friend.
( and she means that! she’s at her apartment in the meantime if he does decide to come over. )
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tell me the flavor. i'm omw
[ Because he's gotta go to the Kwik Trip to get that ice cream! It'll take ten or so minutes, but Heather's apartment will receive a set of three knocks on the door.
And a half-orc will be there, lifting his bag in hand. ]
I got sauces too.
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( as she sent off that text, she began to clean up her place a bit and set her new pet rat up in his cage just in case gorgug was scared of rats.
when she heard the three knocks, she opened up the door wearing sweats this time instead of her usual getup. although what she was about to discuss was rather serious, she did have a bright smile to her face when she finally opened up the door. )
Oh hey, perfect. Come on in, I have some other stuff too like drinks and chips.
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[ So he says, giving her a smile right back. He'll walk in once she invites him in, amused by the idea of throwing chips in on the pile. But why not? Gorgug's got a big stomach, it won't complain about the food.
He's a polite boy, he'll walk whichever way Heather tells him to. Asking, at least: ] Are we eating from the tub, or from bowls?
[ What kind of ice cream situation is this? ]
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for now though, she's already heading off to the kitchen to grab a few things for them [including the bowls and spoons]. )
I'm getting bowls, chips, and water for us-
( and soon enough, balancing all items on her hands, she's back to place everything on-top of the makeshift coffee table she made. a flat piece of wood and bricks right under it. fitting for a carefree teen like her. )
Thanks for coming on such short notice, I guess it just felt weird spilling my heart out over text you know?
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...
He's not going to ask. He is not going to say anything. He will only squint at it briefly (in a very I'm watching you way) before resuming his actions, only delayed by a few seconds. Once Heather comes over, the makeshift coffee table is stuffed with sugar and bowls. ]
It's okay. I wasn't doing anything since I was texting you. [ And texting Heather is a good enough distraction on its own. He's sat now on the couch--not leaning back yet, since he plans to help Heather with the table goods. ] Do we start with sugar first, or salt? ...should we get weird and dip a chip into the ice cream? I think this is the kind of conversation where we need to get freaky with our food.
[ It's likely serious, what Heather wants to talk to him about, and Gorgug isn't taking that lightly. But maybe him being a goofball can help cheer up Heather some before she gets into it.
He will dip chips into ice cream. For her. ]
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the only person who knew the full extent of her history was vincent, and he was the one who had brought her down in the first place. rosie, maria, and james vaguely knew about her, but she hadn't felt strong enough to fully confide in them. it was with gorgug that she decided she was going to be fully honest with. )
You call that weird? I call that having a normal snack session!
( as they set up things and begin to fill the bowls with ice cream, she moves about in a circle or two around the makeshift coffee table [her rat friend in turn does the same in his cage, mimicking her]. )
But yeah, it's a lot....if you're okay with it, I'm actually going to start from the beginning, the very beginning. Do you promise to keep it a secret? You can't tell anyone.
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I promise. [ A pause, and- ] I won't even tell Riz or Fabian. And I tell them everything.
[ Sorta, kinda. But as long as Heather knows his relationship to them well enough, she should know that it pretty much means it's a safe promise.
And he'd only go against it with her permission--if this is the kind of conversation where Heather might need help. ]
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Well I guess I should be careful about what I tell you in the future.
( a joke, but she does seem to start turning a bit more serious. she isn't sure how to go about this, so the easiest thing is to admit something she wasn't quite hiding but perhaps gorgug didn't know. )
Part of the reason why I was hesitant in revealing too much about my world to Tatianna is because I'm also from the same world as Vincent, I'm sure you've ran into him. In fact...we know each other far too well.
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...is that the old human guy with glasses? The one who did the tarots on the network? [ He recognised him from his voice.... ] I saw him trying to push a fridge to a creepy castle that he invited me to check out.
[ And there's the first time that he met him, too, but his interaction with the old guy wasn't enough to leave too big an impression on Gorgug.
Except that interaction with the fridge. That was odd. ]
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That sounds right, I don't really keep tabs on him these days so I'm not really sure what he's up to....but...
( as she took another bite of her ice cream coated chip, she made a small face of curiosity. just how was she going to explain to gorgug that he was a member of a cult that had basically ruined her life, but that she didn't outright hate him? )
I know this is hard to believe but basically I was born into a cult many years ago...more than two decades ago. I was born to a woman named Dahlia Gillespie and she was a member of this cult where Vincent and this other woman Claudia were born into.
I want to preface by saying I don't hate Vincent for his association with it, but he's an important part of this story.
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Okay...
[ He says that to show that he's listening, not even voicing it in a way that asks Heather to proceed. She can do that in her own time.
(And it's not that he didn't clock the two decades part, but he's also not sure if they know the same kind of decade? He'll ask later. He won't forget!!) ]
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cw: cannibalism mentions
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