[ 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.

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[skilful]

[ He squeezes back, glancing down at her during the few seconds the door remains closed; as soon as the door opens, it's the stranger that Totsuka has his eyes on, noticing the signs of illness and weariness both, even as his smile never falters. ]

You're welcome~. [ Though he holds the bag with the containers out, he won't hand it over too easily. ] Two flavours of soup, miso and chicken, for you to choose.

Shall we set it up for you? [ As he says this, his sight lowers back down to Anna. ]

[marbled]

[ Seeing him face-to-face is a lot different than hearing his voice. Something's the matter, Anna can see this much with her eyes, but they don't reveal nearly enough to her. Looking back up towards Totsuka, she nods. ]

It won't take us long. [ Just a little help and then they'll be on their way. ]

[hostage]

Ah... You don't have to. I mean, you done so much already.

[But his hands have a fierce tremor, and it's obvious in the way he's holding them out. He's probably going to drop something on the floor, and that'd be even more trouble. Sheepishly, he pulls his hands back and settles them into his pockets.]

Um, maybe just over here. On the coffee table.

[He jerks a nod over his shoulder and starts leading the way.]

[skilful]

Don't worry, don't worry~

[ He says this cheerfully, almost sing-song, as he leads Anna inwards. Placing the soups on the table, he looks around the couch thoughtfully, especially at the mess.

While he's the sort of person who usually creates the mess by leaving his belongings around, even he knows that this isn't the most condusive of environments for someone who looks as ill as this person. He hmms. ]

Looks like we have to clean this up first. Right, Anna?

[marbled]

Clean up?

[ Not that Anna is opposed to any work, she just wonders if it's alright to mess around with someone else's belongings. It wouldn't be so bad since Jesse was here right with them, but only with his permission. ]

It wouldn't take us long and it'd be a shame if something were to spill.

[hostage]

No! God, I'd feel terrible if you started cleaning up after me. You're already feeding me and everything. No, no. I'll get it -

[He clears plenty of space on the coffee table for the soup, at least, though he does it by precariously stacking plates. This must be a habit for him, because he manages to avoid disaster while doing it.]

[skilful]

[ He watches this, smiling, and lightly chuckles a little. ]

It's no trouble at all. [ Truth be told, he'd been rather bored of late without a hobby to cling to. Cooking, something he could do without thinking too much, was rather easy to do.

Setting the two containers of soup up, he shifts them towards the other man. ] Here you go.