[closed] little baby me tryna play with my dollies

[nitropowered]

Who: Sandalphon, Vincent, Katsuki, Asuka
When: throughout the event
Where: The Family House
What: Catch-all for family nonsense! Feel free to use if you live in the house.
Warnings: TBA in subject lines



[OOC: Starters in comments!]

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[redheadcarrier]

And you don't have mail?

[ She's skeptical. ]

[prevail]

[ If only they were communicating in text but, as it stands... ]

Of course there are males. I'm male.

[redheadcarrier]

...no, like letters, dummy.

[ Asuka rolls her eyes. ]

You really are dumb.

[prevail]

Why didn't you just say letters?

[ He huffs.

Then the kettle hisses, so he turns his attention to that. ]

As I said, my realm is different. I have received letters, but I have no house or designated box for them.

[redheadcarrier]

Because "mail" is fine! Everyone knows what "mail" means!

[ Except Sandalphon apparently. ]

You're so weird.

[prevail]

I was first confined to the lab, then imprisoned Pandemonium.

[ He shrugs, keeping his attention on preparing her tea. ]

It was that way for over two thousand years.

[ Not everyone gets mail... ]

[redheadcarrier]

...OK, so you basically didn't know anything about the world for two thousand years.

[ Which is a bit hard to wrap her head around, but at least that explains that. ]

That's rough.

[prevail]

It set me back, to say the least. On top of that, my world's technology is a far cry from this.

[ The combination means he truly does need the help.

For all the power he may wield, the mail box is still news. ]

We have vehicles, for instance, so I know that thing outside is one... But it's different.

[redheadcarrier]

...that's so weird that you know about vehicles and magic but not mailboxes.

[ She pinches her nose. ]

You're so weird sometimes. [ All the time. ]

[prevail]

So I've been hearing.

[ He responds with a touch of wry amusement, watching the time as tea steeps. A sweet, faintly floral smell permeates the air. ]

The mortals I'm around — skyfarers — travel frequently. They often reside in their airships, or inns where they dock. While they receive letters or parcels, there isn't a designated box.

[redheadcarrier]

...well, fine. I guess that makes it different then.

[ She groans. ]

Just... let me have my tea already.

1/2

[prevail]

Just a few moments longer.

[ He is...very precise. ]

[prevail]

[ Seconds tick away and at last he pours. Then he plucks up the cup and a little jar of sweetener and places these before Asuka. ]

There. That should be the optimal time and temperature.

[ Asuka can't just havr improperly prepared tea, after all. ]

[redheadcarrier]

You're really into this, aren't you?

[ Making hot drinks, anyway. She picks up the sweetener and adds some, stirring as she regards him. ]

Why?

[prevail]

[ There follows a pause during which he's visibly debating how to answer. To make a long story short— ]

I wish to run a cafe in my world one day.

[ The aspirations of an angel... ]

[redheadcarrier]

...that's it?

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

I guess it's a good dream to have.

[prevail]

It suits me well enough, at least. What about your own goals for the future?

[ It's only fair that he ask in turn, surely. ]

[redheadcarrier]

...I don't know. I'm still thinkin' about them.

[ Or maybe she doesn't have any. Oops. ]

[prevail]

You have time... Besides, we're all necessarily delayed.

[ What with having to save their worlds. ]

[redheadcarrier]

I guess we are.

[ She doesn't sound that convinced. BUt she does drink her tea. ]

So do you not sleep or can you not sleep?

[ Maybe she's going in circles now. ]

[prevail]

I could sleep, it just doesn't benefit me if I'm undamaged.

[ So he sees little point in it. Why not do some housework during these quiet hours to lighten Vincent's load, he reasons. ]

Not to mention, it's...vulnerable.

[ Just as he was when Lucifer died protecting him. ]

[redheadcarrier]

So you don't need rest?

[ She is not touching on the "vulnerable" comment because it's not like she can stop sleeping. ]

[prevail]

[ Clark Kent had brought up rest too. Sandalphon considers it, folding his arms across his chest. ]

I find things like this restful. If I sit around doing nothing, I only have my thoughts to occupy me... And honestly, I spent a very long time with just that.

[redheadcarrier]

...but even if that's true, doesn't your body wear down?

[ She's gonna keep poking at this. ]

[prevail]

It doesn't, because it's only a manifestation.

[ Her reward is trivia. Strange, strange trivia. ]