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[Minato just snorts softly at that. It's good that Dave is still alive? Pale and tired-looking is better than like. Legitimately dying.

So.

He just kind of drapes one of those blankets over his head.]

It's fine. Everywhere is kind of a mess right now. [Which is unfortunate because Minato is at base a tidy person. And nothing is tidy here, nothing at all.

Ah well. For now, he lifts the can.]

Soup?

I don't, uh, have pots or anything. I gave those to my friend. [ john actually cooks and also dave is more invested in his friends eating than he is himself. ] But I do know how to get those open with my sword, and I can start a fire. I mean, I have some matches, and also rickety furniture which is wood. If you...want?

[ he just huffs and tugs the blanket down around his shoulders instead. he's maybe shivering, but he's pretty good at stopping himself from coughing. less so from sniffling a little, but. ]

I brought one.

[Holds up the arm...covered in other blankets.

It's fine. It's in there, trust him.]

It doesn't have a handle, but it'll probably work better than just the can.

[Also Dave stop...standing in the doorway??]

Can I come in?

...Yeah, sorry. [ he's not used to that, either, but steps to the side - and despite what he said, this particular house seems to be swept free of debris and dust. dave hasn't really cleared out furniture or anything, but he's made certain efforts not to die of a coughing fit.

there are no traps anywhere, so there is that. ]

Mi casa es su casa.

[It's cool, Dave, don't be fussed. Minato just heads right on in, and is grateful for the lack of dust. He's just going to uh...

Tilt his head at that comment because Spanish is not really in his everyday skillset, not even common phrases like that, so right over his head that one goes.

It's fine.

More importantly--]

I guess we'll have to try cooking it over a fire, like you said... [It is. Not Ideal, but what else can they do right now.] Let's do our best. [To not burn anything down.]

If we like, wreck the house I can always just shift to another one.

[ WHO CARES. he's not, like, emotionally attached to the place. he is only staying here because...

it's where he is staying? he's not that interested in living with most of the people here, and the people he would stay with all have other obligations, so he's content to drift. ]

[.... A slow blink.

Uh huh.]

Okay. If you say so.

[They're not doing that.

Instead? He's just gonna go ahead and dump...the rest of the blankets on top of Dave.]

Hold those. [By which he means Stay Warm.] Where are the matches you were talking about...?

[ minato how many blankets even is this...but dave produces a half a book of matches from his sylladex, which means effectively it pops out of thin air into his hand, and he then holds it out to minato. ]

Here you go. And the kitchen's, uh, through here? We can use the fireplace or something.

[Like. Three. Maybe four. It's fine.]

Oh... thanks.

[Still a cool trick, Dave, what the hell.]

That sounds good, though. Let's do it.

[TIME TO COOK...SOUP...!!]

So, do you know anything whatsoever about makin' soup?

[ as he leads the way to the kitchen and like. puts some more wood in the fireplace.

which is like, broken pieces of chair, so ]

Yeah, I think I can handle soup.

[Honestly!! Even if it's like. Soup over an open fire? It should be fine.]

I'm okay at cooking, usually.

[A beat, and he admits:]

Though usually I have a kitchen to work with.

This is...about what I'm used to, but kind of better?

[ there's like, almost no lethal weapons in here. ]

[Minato shoots Dave a glance at that, appraising.

Better, huh...? What kinds of things was Dave even used to, seriously?

But for now, he doesn't address it. Instead, he takes the matches and some of the extra firewood ("firewood", aka pieces of rotted furniture and things) and strikes the match. He'll get that alight before he focuses on the actual pan and soup.

Oh, and as for Dave--]

You should probably rest. I'll handle this while you do.

I - are you sure? [ he sounds. so confused but he's at least obedient, apparently, because he'll tentatively sit down. ]

I mean, I can stir things.

I can stir things too.

[Shock and awe!!

No, he's just being. Him. So sitting is good.]

I can handle this.

[ SHOCK AND AWE AND still pretty weird but dave's at least a good patient once you pin him down in place via words or something else. so he remains resting as told to. ]

So...have you been settlin' in okay...?

More or less, yeah.

[Minato...doesn't have the same hang ups that a lot of people here have re: getting home, though, so he imagines it's a lot easier for him.]

It's been a weird experience, but... not necessarily a bad one either.

[So it's fine. He cracks open the can with the sharp edge of what might have been half of a pair of scissors at one point, setting up the pot with the soup in it to rest over the fire as best he can.]

What about you? ...Cold and...shadow creatures aside.

[ well. being (maybe?) alive again is kind of nice? he still hasn't looked at his own eyes, but he gets hungry and ghosts...maybe don't? and john is here, so there's that.

rose isn't, though. ]

Weird but not bad, like you said. I actually get to see my best childhood bro, which is new since we were online friends for like, ever? So this is the first time we've been in like, the same goddamn location for more than two minutes, which is a serious pro. Cons are everyone else I care about being MIA, but you know. Trade offs?

[It's the little things in life sometimes when you gotta not focus on the less-than-positive aspects in life. So he just stirs the soup idly, expression contemplative.]

Yeah... trade-offs seem to be how this place is. But it's good you're not alone here. I'm glad to hear that, at least.

[Because quite frankly, Dave seems very much like a Loner Sort.]

How about you? Anyone you're familiar with wanderin' around?

[ haha dave...isolates himself but he is secretly (it's not secret) a clingy fuck once he likes people...

he apparently has sent one of his friends hundreds of pages of texts accumulated over time for after they've already gone offline... ]

A couple of people, actually.

[There's actually a soft little smile at that, more to himself than anything, as he thinks about it--directed downwards, at the soup he's stirring.

Getting to see people that he thought he'd never see again... it's not such a bad deal at all, fleeting as it may be.]

I'm pretty lucky, really.

...I wonder why some people showed up alone and some didn't.

[ and what he did to get included in the second category. it can't be related to "death". ]

I don't know. I wonder why we're even here in the first place.

[A shrug, and he inspects the soup cautiously. An open fire heats things up kind of...fast...

So he'll just reach for the bowl. They can at least pretend to be minorly civilized here.]

There are a lot of mysteries about this place, huh?

[Soup, into the bowl and... he hands it over, making sure to move the pot of the rest of it to one side away from the fire, sticking a spoon in the bowl as well.

Tah-dahhh.]

... It's too bad it won't taste good, but at least it'll be warm.

I mean, no one's ever cooked for me before so I'm sure it'd be fine even just for the novelty?

[ he still feels like he should be doing more or something, making up for it. ]

I owe you like, ten. [ his life, whatever. ]

[Dave... Minato just snorts softly at that, shaking his head and settling on the floor next to Dave because. It's easy? It's easy.]

Nah, you don't really owe me anything. I'm just glad I could do something.

[A shrug, and:]

Try to avoid creepy shadow creatures in the future, maybe?

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