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∞ 101: Quiet disappearance [voice/action]

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[It's almost midnight and he hasn't received a response from Raine for almost three hours. Raine could be kept busy after school from time to time, but she had not mentioned anything that would keep her out late today -- especially this late.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Professor Sage today? She is not answering to messages from her journal.

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[Despite the chill in the air so late at night, Albert stands out on the porch outside of his house. There is fortunately no snow tonight, so he was able to send out Rune to scout around the nearby forests.

Part of him has already concluded that it's likely Raine was abducted by the rogue facilities. She had certainly not been sent back to her world, as her belongings were still intact and the journal system still recognized that she was there. But ... there was the faint concern that something else might have happened. Luceti wasn't safe from its own residents, after all.]

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[Well, two can play at that game.]

I should start washing the dishes.

[Caesar sighs in annoyance. He started it, so of course he sees what you just did there.]

Fine, you're right. I just figured that since it's you, it probably won't get infected. So does it hurt?

[He sets the towels aside and goes to the sink to rinse his hands again.]

Of course it hurts. But the point was made, and the wound will heal. [And, well, he can't really wash this dishes with his wrist as stiff as it currently was.]

You're really something else, you know that? [But he just shakes his head. So typical of his brother. So very typical. After he finishes rinsing his hands, he goes to stir the soup again.] You should sit down. I'll take care of this stuff.

[About the only thing his brother could do in the kitchen at this point, he was sure, was eat his dinner. ...it should probably be finished soon, now that he thinks about it.]

Just as planned. [Albert says wryly, carefully pushing away from the counter and heading over to the island to sit on one of the stools.]

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You jerk. [Caesar rolls his eyes. Despite how ridiculous this whole situation was, he isn't quite angry about it, so it's not a very serious insult.] How much longer will this take?

I'm not sure; I lost track of time. [...All right, all right, he'll stop.] You can turn off the burner and remove the pot from the heat.

Like I'd ever have believed that. [Just what does he take him for? ...actually, he'd rather not know. He turns off the stove and removes the pot. Thankfully, he doesn't have to move it very far, because the handles on the pot are just a little warmer than warm.] I guess I'll check your bandages tomorrow. I can put medicine on it then.

[Albert looks at the bandage again, then snorts at Caesar's comment.] How responsible. I'm in such good care.

I know, I know. I try. [Now that he doesn't have to worry about the soup anymore, Caesar can properly clean up. He picks the medical kit up from the floor and sets it on top of one of the counters, then gets rid of the towels.] So now, when you really get hurt, you won't have to fear for your life if it's me trying to help you out.

Indeed. I will only have to fear that amputation may be necessary. [Such dark humor. But perhaps that is a good sign? ...Perhaps not.]

Good to know that my work inspires confidence. [Technically, he might have a way to fix that, too, but after this, he has a feeling it's better if he doesn't mention it.] Let's not test that one, okay?

[Hmm, he should set the table now. He goes to retrieve the dishes for their food.]

Do not worry; I have no intention of a repeat of this anytime soon. [He gives the bandage a light touch, not wanting to aggravate the split skin beneath.]

I'll hold you to that. [Let's see... A couple of bowls, a couple of spoons... maybe a couple of glasses?] Are you thirsty?

Just water, please; the soup should be enough flavor otherwise. [He watches Caesar move around the kitchen, his eyes flitting over to the oven once in awhile.] I believe you were saying something about baking for a bet?

[He sets the dishes aside then, taking one of the glasses to the sink to fill it up.]

I don't think I feel like baking anymore. I'll give it a try tomorrow.

...Technically, it is tomorrow. [He eyes the clock.]

Later, then. [Caesar rolls his eyes, walking over to set down the glass for his brother. After that, he goes to the fridge to pour some soda for himself.] It's too late for that now. Or anything besides eating.

[He allows a sound of agreement, holding the glass of water with his good hand while he drinks.]

If not for the fact that I was hungry, I would already be on my way to bed.

Good. You didn't make me chop up those vegetables for nothing. [He pours his soda and sets it down where he'll be eating. Now, for food. As he's pouring soup into one of the bowls, he can't help but think of how weird it is to be serving his brother dinner. That's certainly not something he does everyday. ...then again, a lot of this isn't. What a day.

He'll set the bowl down in front of his brother before he goes to get his own soup.] Here. Um... Tell me if you need anything else, all right?

[Albert raises a brow at the offer, but doesn't say anything while he adjusts the bowl in front of him. When he finally speaks, his words are understandably wry.]

You should serve me more often.

[Caesar sets his food down by his seat, then goes to get some bread before he finally sits down. He makes a face when Albert says that.]

In your dreams. When that wound heals, I think it's your turn.

Then I will have to take advantage of this for as long as possible, won't I? You can do the dishes after this.

You just don't give up, do you? [Gosh, what a jerk. Not that he's very surprised by it. Why wouldn't his brother take advantage of this, after all?] Fortunately for you, I was already planning on it. Don't tell me you'll need me to tuck you into bed, too?

[He can sound lamentable if he wishes. He's just a little too tired to make it sound believable.]

That would require staying up late enough for you to finish the dishes and then tuck me in.