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[danzan]

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[therapissed]

Rested. I went comatose for the past two days. You?

[danzan]

Comatose from the 30th to the 1st.

Kinda wish it lasted longer, though.

[therapissed]

You need your daily dose of vitamin D. This is better.

Anyway, dinner. Or lunch. Or breakfast. I'm easy, and can give options.

[danzan]

You don't have to.

Just glad you're OK.

[therapissed]

Just accept the damn food or I'm going to have to wade through all the blood to bring it to you in the worst parody of a home-delivery for no tip.

[danzan]

I'd give you a tip.

[ But. ] Fine. I'll take something.

Whichever meal's more convenient for you.

[therapissed]

Preference for protein?

[danzan]

Melons.

Shaved melons in milk.

[therapissed]

Unexpected but can do.

Do you like rice pudding?

[danzan]

That has milk?

[therapissed]

Coconut milk usually but I can swap it out and add a bit more shaved coconut with it.

... Or I could try drying some melon slices and shaving those... [Excuse him while he scribbles it down to experiment with later.]

[danzan]

Hey, I'll eat anything with fruit and milk in it. [ It's the only food Logan really gives a shit about. ]

[therapissed]

No wonder you've got strong bones.

Okay, let me know when you're free and come on over for some food.

[danzan]

Nah, that's just the metal grafted to it.

Any time tomorrow's fine.

[therapissed]

My place or yours?

[danzan]

Yours. [ With all he did for F.E.A.R. in October, Logan can navigate this nightmare town like nothing. ]

Give me a time and I'll be there.

[therapissed]

Come any time after 11 in the morning, I guess? Just text me when you're heading over.

Coffee or tea?

[danzan]

[ Milk.............................. ]

What kinda tea?

[therapissed]

[Logan there's going to be a lot of milk as is, please.]

I've got a few choices. Just wanted to know if I should have the kettle going or not.

[danzan]

You have fruit tea?

[therapissed]

Some apple tea with the season, yes.

[He's starting to sense a theme with you, Logan.]

[danzan]

[ He did say he'd eat anything with fruit or milk in it. ] That'll do.

[therapissed]

[Logan please.]

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then.

network → log

[danzan]

[ Logan hasn't yet gotten enough sleep. He's waking up later than he'd like at half-past eleven in the morning, but it takes him fifteen minutes to get dressed and brush his teeth before he texts Bruce that he'll be over at so-and-so past noon.

He's nothing if not punctual, arriving two minutes before the time he'd texted in a flattering button down and a pair of fashionable trousers (the effect ruined by his duct-taped left boot). Of the ten outfits X'rhun bought him, Logan only has two left after the horror of a Sodder-less October, and he thinks he should probably invest in knight's armour.

He rings the doorbell. ]

[therapissed]

[It takes a solid minute before the door's answered, Bruce looking a little rumpled as always in a comfortable button-up and slacks, barefooted as he always is at home.

Still, he smiles on seeing Logan, stepping aside so he can come inside.]

Hey. How's your morning been?

[The house is warm, at least, and smells faintly of coconut a few different fruits.]