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WHO: Hibiki and assorted
WHERE: Various places around Stygia and the Shadowlands
WHEN: The first half of November
WHAT: General catch-all post
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and depression, and some really, really bad movies. Will add more warnings as needed

Open starters coming soon! If you would like to plan a thing, feel free to message me over Discord (Pearl#7619), Plurk (impearls) or by PMing this journal!

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[dodgeouttahell]

Oh, hello! [Eyebrows shooting up, he smiles straight away at the cheekiness, and makes sure to brush the soles of his feet on the mat before entering with a soft 'excuse me, then'. Zagreus grins, closes the door behind him, and looks around with something on his face close to wonder.] Wow, would you look at this place! This is nice, Hibiki. Thank you for having me. [He doesn't leave her wondering about the bottle for longer, holding it out for her.] Here! This is for you. A housewarming gift, so to speak.

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[ It's not much, but she's proud of what she's been able to do with the space and the resources provides. ]

Thanks! It's still a work in progress, but I'm happy with how it's turning out.

[ Taking the bottle before looking at it, the blonde grins. ]

Wanna crack it open? I picked up some stuff from the bakery a couple doors down that we can have too.

[dodgeouttahell]

That sounds perfect. [He grins, and keeps peering at the flat.

It's nice, and somehow, it feels like Hibiki. Comfortable and warm despite being drafty. He can tell it's a place that hadn't seen a lot of people recently, what with the empty spaces and corners here and there, the emptiness that keeps a place from looking well-lived. He surely knows his room back at the House looked over-lived, mess and all.] Is there anything I can help with? I'm not much of a Chef, but I can help carry stuff out of the kitchen if necessary.

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Nope, not allowed. You're a guest here at Chateau Fujiwara, so I'll take care of everything! So go ahead and take a seat, let me dig out some glasses.

[ Yes, she is actually calling it that from now on. Deal with it.

The kitchen itself is nothing more than a small stove and sink, something that the landlord clearly installed in haste when they realized that they would be renting out the space. Rifling through one of the boxes, she pulls out two glasses, rinsing them out before bringing them, the bottle and the wrapped parcel over.

There isn't much seating to choose from, but there's a small couch near a makeshift coffee table that looks comfortable. ]

Here, go ahead and dig in. They are some hand pies I helped make earlier today. They're cold, but they should still be pretty good. I'll pour us some drinks.

[dodgeouttahell]

Oh, well, if you insist. [He bows his head slightly sheepishly, though not without the lingering quirk on his lips.] If Milady commands it, I have no choice but to abide. [He does a slightly teasing bow as he walks towards the couch.

Peeping at the pies, Zagreus chews at his lower lip out of contained covetousness rather than actual appetite or hunger. Gods don't need their food as much as mortals do, but it doesn't change the fact that eating does replenish some of his energy every now and then.

And it doesn't mean that Shades and their counterparts don't feel gluttony at all.] They look delicious. You're sure you don't mind? Which should I cut a slice for you of?