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∞ 44: Another meeting [written/action]

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I would like to call a meeting in the very near future. We have much to talk about -- the tunnels, the desert, the fort, the ruins. In addition, we have the matter of a destructive new resident who had to be forcefully neutralized; Sir Golbez, another newcomer, can report on the matter.

Your thoughts on meeting soon, everyone. Mark is unfortunately absent due to our captors.

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[Albert is finally heeding his body's need for nourishment, going out to shop for groceries. He has a lot on his mind -- but really, when does he not?]

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And this is why you will never be a chef.

[Albert returns his attention to the soup, giving it a stir. Right now, he wished he had been thinking about a dish that required higher maintenance; the wonderful thing of soup was that he could usually just throw everything into the pot and then return to work. I really don't want to entertain this guest.]

Excuse me if I'm not offended.

[Caesar fumbles in his head for a topic, then gives up as none of what he can think of seems even remotely appropriate. He stands up from the chair, aiming to go out of the kitchen and give Albert some room to breathe.]

[Albert looks over his shoulder as Caesar leaves, taking a deep breath and silently exhaling. It takes some willpower not to massage his temples, too. This is by far the most ... spiritually draining experiment yet. What would he do if this wingless Caesar stayed around for an entire week? Would he try to interact with the others in the village?

He snaps himself out of his reverie when he realizes he has been staring at the now-boiling soup.]

[There isn't much to explore in the house; Caesar finds himself at loss, again. He doesn't want to open the doors and peek inside the empty rooms, knowing one of the four would be this Albert's Caesar's. He shouldn't be the one to open that door.

In less than five minutes, Caesar is back to doing nothing, quietly leaning against the wall outside the kitchen. He wonders where Rune is, for the sake of wondering.]

[If Caesar really bothers to look closely, the little owl is actually perched on a basket by the windows in the sitting room. The cold weather doesn't agree with his tiny frame and he does a lot more sleeping than usual.

Meanwhile, Albert removes the pot from the heat, then begins gathering bowls and spoons. The soup has a chicken base, with onions, potatoes, and carrots mixed in with pasta noodles. He looks out of the chicken, wondering where Caesar disappeared to.]

[Caesar finally notices the owl, and begins contemplating whether he would be able to strike a deal with the bird. Maybe if he offered him an extra piece of bread, Rune would find it fair enough to lie to Albert that he brought the gloves.

Because he is designed to be pushed into awkward situations, Caesar manages to peek inside the kitchen just as when Albert looks out. Their eyes meet briefly, and he silently slips out from behind the wall into the kitchen.]

[The brief meeting of the eyes affirms Albert's belief that this wingless visitor isn't Caesar; there's something different in those eyes, though he can't quite place it. He breaks the gaze to gesture with his chin.]

It's time to eat.

[Caesar recognizes the look. Of course I'm not yours. The hope, the suspicion, the evaluation and the strain. He is used to being treated as the "wrong" version of himself; obviously there is some kind of absolute standard regarding Caesar Silverbergs and he fails to meet it. It was nothing he couldn't handle -- if only he were still in that world where nothing ever stays in its place. He sits at the table, dropping his eyes to the bowl of soup. What am I if I'm not yours?]

Thanks.

[Albert sits across from Caesar, avidly watching the younger boy stare at the soup.]

You're welcome.

[The weather seems to reflect what Albert thinks of the situation; there's something almost dead in the air, something that unbalances what he considered normal between himself and his brother. The jubilant, thoughtful charm that he associated with Caesar was missing in this visitor.

He shakes the observation away as he begins to eat.]

[He dismisses the thought as quickly as he can; it is too emotional, too sentimental for his taste, not at all suiting a Silverberg. It isn't going to help rectifying the situation, even if it is rather accurate in addressing the problem beneath it all. As Albert said, it isn't about him. It really doesn't matter. ...Perhaps his Caesar wouldn't feel the need to dismiss this kind of thoughts.

He eats quietly, not looking up from his food. He would eventually have to finish the bowl, and he doesn't know what to do. If anything, it would depend on what Albert would want to do.]

[Concentrating on the soup helps Albert find his appetite again. He hadn't had a decent meal since he had gone into the tunnels with Yuan, as he had gone to work immediately on securing the sinkhole, taking inventory of the items found in the ruins, and so forth. All of the work had made even sleeping a secondary matter.

That thought carries him into a new line of conversation.]

...You will need somewhere to sleep.

[Caesar slows his pace eating. It is evident Albert needs this meal. Maybe if he takes enough time, Albert would have a second helping.]

There's one room left, correct?

[He had set up Raine in Aya's old room. He had really never entered Aya's room before, seeing as they had never been more than acquaintances through Caesar and gardening, so he had no qualms with the professor being in there. Caesar's room, however...]

No, there are two rooms left. This house can accommodate four.

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Albert, don't be silly.

I'll take the sister-in-law's room.

[He only blinks at this reminder that this surreal visitor knows to much.]

Very well. Finish your food.

[Not that he needs to prod him into eating. He just wants to quash the topic he breached.]

[Because he shouldn't be the one opening the door. Because he knows without seeing that the room would be clean and tidy, even with its owner being absent for months.]

...Okay. [He gives Albert a reply anyway; it has been a long time since he had been chided to eat.]

[Albert finds himself getting another helping of soup; he isn't looking forward to helping this Caesar settle into the other Aya's old room. Another blanket or two, probably a broom if there happened to be cobwebs or anything... He had no idea what was in there now.]

[Caesar smiles, noticing Albert eating more. He doesn't comment; thankfully he has grown out of the temptation of "I told you so", even though he still says it just to annoy people. He watches his pace, making sure he would finish the soup at least after Albert is half through his.]

[The slow pace helps with the digestion, but doesn't do much of anything for how tense Albert is. He finishes his meal without trying to bring up another topic, standing from the table and taking both of their dishes to the sink.]

I intend to retire soon. Do you need anything for the night?

[Caesar glances at Albert for a moment.]

Is there anything you want?

[Albert looks at Caesar at the question, his expression vaguely puzzled.]

What do you mean?

A good night kiss, maybe. A bedtime story. I don't know. [He lowers his eyes. There is something fascinating about the table.]

I, really shut up when I'm sleeping.

[The confusion disappears as Caesar gives examples. Albert isn't amused by the allusion to their childhood.] Do not bother the other villagers.

[He retrieves his coat and walks out of the kitchen, frowning.]

[The table disappears as he shuts his eyes briefly. He never thought he could be relieved by being rejected.]

I don't intend to communicate with them.

[He follows Albert.]

[Albert leads the way to the back of the house where the rooms are located. He doesn't look back at Caesar as he speaks.]

Good. They don't need you adding to their stress.

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Albert can detect the lack of "You know I love you" sparkles in his eyes?:o

Caesar doesn't love him? :o SHOCK.

He does, but he doesn't radiate the love like Luceti!Caesar does.

True, true. That's what happens when no one in his life appreciates him being ... extroverted.

And well, he shouldn't.:| What's Albert going to do with this Caesar's love?

Absolutely nothing. In Luceti. :|

And in the dressing room?:o

Torment him? :] I dunno, actually.

...I'll look forward to the day Albert makes my Caesar snap.:|;

He hasn't already? :|; ...Well, I guess that was more the castle's fault than Albert's.

He has yet to yell and stomp and cry his eyes out?:|

He would do that? :|

...... ._. ...Maybe if the castle helps.

Some help. >_> Caesar might want to move out afterwards.

You're underestimating Caesar. It allll depends on ALBERT's reaction.:|

Codepedent!Caesar? 8|

The reason he doesn't yell anymore is because it doesn't trigger the reaction he wants. So...

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