"I could always buy you some daisies, simulate the experience for you." The alien offered with a half chuckle. Whether the former Judge accepted this idea or not, Kev was already putting it to mind to go out and get something nice for Fear. Livewire too. Perhaps flowers to brighten up the house...the moment the femme had inquired if he'd heard from Nessa, a light gloom seemed to overtake the area. An assortment of daisies and tulips, maybe that would cheer things up. Blue eyes stole a glance at the ghoul, observing as he choked down glass after glass of whiskey inside that great iron helm. On second thought, maybe flowers were too small to make much of a difference.
First, their daughter had shut down in grief, now his boyfriend was practically saturated with the emotion. Negative emotions came so easily to him, as it was in his nature. Livewire lost yet another person she loved, so seemingly close to the last...! Fear had to perform his psychic surgery and was now coasting off the events of the day, feeling just as awful for her as Kev himself. Perhaps even more so due to the empathy! His chest twisted up, tangled with several emotions as he put the finishing touches on his tray. An icy stare was settled upon the cheery wall of the kitchen, directed at nobody who still lived in this world. He allowed himself this brief outlet, before taking a deep breath and steadying himself as he set the tray down in front of his partner.
A small laugh bubbled out of the scaly man. "I had a pretty good teacher." With regards to the 'fond' memory, Kev rolled his eyes in a good-natured fashion, nudging Fear with an elbow. "That dishrag was clean, not sullied! But, that is a rather nice memory, since it lead to you gifting me with reliable ole 'Li'l Mary'." Fingertips lightly patted the purple wool of the tea cozy, eyes crinkling with some delight before he set about to pouring Fear's cuppa for him. The ghoul instantly declined his offer of sharing an actual drunken haze, insisting he needed to be alert just in case anything else happened today. The alien nodded soberly, drifting close to Fear's side. "I understand."
Scales bristled over his body, the alien briefly resembling a pinecone as he squinted at the other's helm. "Hey! I'm not that much of a lightweight..." Kev protested, not wanting to admit defeat. Had he even really had hard liquor of this caliber? If he did, he certainly had no memories of it. The burp earned a huff. "Hmph. You're just a showoff is all. I bet you could win money at bars in drinking contests. Drink people under the table." That poor cockroach...he winced before an arm wrapped around thin shoulders and he drew close until his cheek rested on Fear's. "Try not to burn up all of your little 'friends' in there. You'll run out of kindling and then you might start belching flames~!"
First, their daughter had shut down in grief, now his boyfriend was practically saturated with the emotion. Negative emotions came so easily to him, as it was in his nature. Livewire lost yet another person she loved, so seemingly close to the last...! Fear had to perform his psychic surgery and was now coasting off the events of the day, feeling just as awful for her as Kev himself. Perhaps even more so due to the empathy! His chest twisted up, tangled with several emotions as he put the finishing touches on his tray. An icy stare was settled upon the cheery wall of the kitchen, directed at nobody who still lived in this world. He allowed himself this brief outlet, before taking a deep breath and steadying himself as he set the tray down in front of his partner.
A small laugh bubbled out of the scaly man. "I had a pretty good teacher." With regards to the 'fond' memory, Kev rolled his eyes in a good-natured fashion, nudging Fear with an elbow. "That dishrag was clean, not sullied! But, that is a rather nice memory, since it lead to you gifting me with reliable ole 'Li'l Mary'." Fingertips lightly patted the purple wool of the tea cozy, eyes crinkling with some delight before he set about to pouring Fear's cuppa for him. The ghoul instantly declined his offer of sharing an actual drunken haze, insisting he needed to be alert just in case anything else happened today. The alien nodded soberly, drifting close to Fear's side. "I understand."
"Besssidesss! You're sssuch a terrible pisssspot, it'sss downright unbearable. I reckon you could barely hold a sssingle round of hard liquor."
Scales bristled over his body, the alien briefly resembling a pinecone as he squinted at the other's helm. "Hey! I'm not that much of a lightweight..." Kev protested, not wanting to admit defeat. Had he even really had hard liquor of this caliber? If he did, he certainly had no memories of it. The burp earned a huff. "Hmph. You're just a showoff is all. I bet you could win money at bars in drinking contests. Drink people under the table." That poor cockroach...he winced before an arm wrapped around thin shoulders and he drew close until his cheek rested on Fear's. "Try not to burn up all of your little 'friends' in there. You'll run out of kindling and then you might start belching flames~!"