[ voice ]

[hostage]

[Voice this time, not his usual video. He's pretty sick of people telling him how awful he looks when he's got the shakes. Not that he sounds great, either, but typing's too much effort and he doesn't care that much.]

This is, uh, like a heads-up. I don't think I can do the cookie thing next week. Just a lotta work, you know, in the kitchen then going out in the rain all day. I don't... yeah. Anyway, I can give you all the stuff if you wanna do it yourself. It'd be nice if somebody was out there for the new guys. I never really thought about making sure somebody else could do it if I was gone.

[A pause.]

Yeah. That's it, I guess. 409 if you wanna pick up ingredients or whatever.

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

Jesse, may I come over for a little anyway?

[hostage]

Uh, I guess. What for?

[whatsupcroc]

You.

( said with that indelible teenage tone of "duh" )

voice;

[motioned]

That's too bad, but more importantly, are you feeling alright?

[hostage]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[A pretty mechanical response.]

[motioned]

[She's not convinced, but she's also not going to be stubborn about it.]

Well, um, I can't bake or anything, but if you can't find anybody else to give them out when the day itself comes up, I could probably handle it.

video;

[marbled]

Out there for the new guys. [ She repeats with a curious tone. ]

Why?

[hostage]

Why what?

[marbled]

[ She pauses to make sure she understands before asking: ] The new guys?

What new guys?

[treehopping]

[That's a shame to hear, last time was so much fun, eating batter our of bowls and flicking icing at each other in the kitchen, seeing who could come with the funniest designs on the cookies.

But she knows Jesse isn't very well right now, he should keep resting, she hates seeing him poorly.]

I can try and make some of them.

[hostage]

Yeah? That'd be good. You know, yours are even better than mine.

voice;

[freewoman]

Y'always do'em. [Suspicious a little. She never approached him there, but she always saw his messages for it.]

[hostage]

Yeah?

[He didn't know you cared, Ygritte!]

[drowns]

Um, I can help, Mr.... [a pause, and reluctantly she bites back the formality:] Jesse.

Do you need anything? Soup, or tea...I can bring them to you.

[hostage]

Aw, that'd be great. Um, I don't really need anything. I just wanted to get all this stuff organized...

voice

[gevurah]

You sound awful. [ She's blunt, but it's the first thing she picks up on. If she couldn't, she failed the most basic steps of her training. ]

[hostage]

Thanks.

[Flatly, though he's not really offended.]

voice

[duplicitoussight]

[He vaguely remembers this guy's voice but when he mentions cookies, recognition clicks.]

Ah, if no one else has offered their help, I'm sure my gang would be happy to help!

[hostage]

Your gang, huh. A few people offered but they'd probably appreciate the help.

permaction!

[skilful]

[ Whenever Anna has a request (rare and few), the members of Homra rarely refuse. Never refuse, if they can help it, especially with how rarely she requests anything of them.

'Soup and bread for someone feeling uncomfortable' -- so thinking of the other person, he finds bread and makes two different flavours of soup.

Holding Anna's hand on one side and the containers of soup in the other with Anna holding the bread, they both come to 409. Without any free hands, well, he's going to have to call out. ]

Good afternoon~! Soup delivery!

[marbled]

[ When he calls out, her fingers squeeze in his hand to provide some comfort (not that either of them necessarily need it, just out of habit) and as a silent hint of gratitude. ]

It's Anna. [ She adds in just in case he's received many offers for soup. ]

the latest...

[inthejunk]

If you're sick, you should go see Kaneis.

punches in the face

[hostage]

Ah, I ain't like sick sick.

...ah, I am so late to this... voice;

[emptysword]

Ah, you're the one who provides cookies to the new Transports?

it's ok bb

[hostage]

Yeah, um... One of 'em, anyway.