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« IC.USERNAME » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Alfonse Baelsar ✦ Final Fantasy XIV
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[basura_boi]

[ after this drunken text thread here ]

[ It takes Ezar longer than it maybe should to get to Alfonse's place; he knows the city pretty well, but he is also extremely drunk and too cheap to call some kind of cab service. He ends up teleporting several random places and then wandering around, knocking on the doors of a few innocent people, before he finds it.

He leans one shoulder against the doorframe, seriously disheveled his shirt half unbuttoned and hair coming out of its braid, and offers a drunken grin when the door opens. ]

Hey~!

[dontgetintherobot]

[Alfonse shouldn't have been surprised when he opened that door. He really shouldn't have... and yet here he was...

He absolutely should have gone to get the man.

Not that there was anything to be done about it now, aside from leading him inside. It was a simple studio apartment. Neat in a way that only a military brat with too much free time on his hands could accomplish. The only thing that showed the place was lived in normally was a few blankets near some books on the couch, and a well used kitchen- which happened to have some freshly made cookie-dough.]

Hello, Ezar. Here come in, have a seat.

[And he's just going to lead the man to the couch so he can immediately get him a glass of water, and hope that whatever Eorzean gods he prays to have mercy on him in the morning.]

I was just about to get the cookies in the oven when you got here- uneventful trip I hope?

[basura_boi]

[ Ezar slumps bonelessly on the couch in a borderline indecent sprawl that only someone who is feline could manage. ]

Yeah, was a nice walk over. A really long walk. Longer than I thought.

[ Because he got lost.

He takes a sip of the water and then regards the glass suspiciously. ]

Alfonse... dunno how to tell you this but... your booze sucks.

[dontgetintherobot]

That's because it's not booze.

[And Ezar is getting a little pat on the head before he goes back to the kitchen area to finish up those cookies. He did promise them after all, and all he's got left to do is put them on the baking sheet.]

Anyway, I don't suppose you have any preferences as to what cookies you like before I commit them to the oven? They're just chocolate chip thus far.

[basura_boi]

[ He tilts his head at the head pat, then directs a suspicious look at the glass in his hand, as if it has personally betrayed him. ]

...oh. [ A long pause as he tries to think this over. ] ...why?

[ A question only someone that drunk could ask. He brightens at the subject changing to cookies. ]

You got peanut butter?

[dontgetintherobot]

Because it will make your day better tomorrow, I promise.

[Probably no avoiding a hangover at all at this rate, but even a slight relief is still relief. He'll just take a moment to look through his cabinets at the mention of peanut butter and lo and behold! He's got some!]

I do! Give me just a moment aaand- [Give him a moment to look up how much to put into the dough... measuring it out... and in it goes!] There! Ready to bake!

[basura_boi]

[ Ezar laughs, letting his head fall back. ]

No such thing as a good tomorrow.

[ He raises the water glass like he's toasting with it, but he does take a sip. ]

You're not gonna be sorry. Peanut butter cookies are the best. Shame we don't have 'em at home.

[dontgetintherobot]

I never guaranteed it would be a good day, just a better one without the mother of all hangovers weighing on you.

[He set the timer and sit down next to Ezar on the couch.]

Can’t say I’ve had them, but I believe you. You might laugh, but I’ve just been eating the peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon.

[basura_boi]

[ Ezar is often of the opinion that waking up at all means it's going to be a terrible day, which is why he drinks so much. He's feeling good enough about having a handsome man who is making him cookies that for once, her does not voice that thought. ]

Nothing wrong with that.

[ Whomst among us... ]

's also really good if you make it into a sauce for noodles.

[ With Alfonse sitting there, Ezar shifts position to lean rather bonelessly against him, head resting on his shoulder, fingers trailing lightly over his thigh. ]

Lots of fun stuff you can do with peanut butter.

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[forgarlemald]

[It's actually fairly late in the evening when this call happens, since he's been in the shop the last several hours dealing with...a lot, but.]

Alfonse? Call me back when you get this, could you? I was hoping we could have dinner together.

...and by dinner, I mean that I have some meat pies I don't wish to go to waste that we can eat down by the lake.

[Whether or not he was able to not make it sound serious, though...]

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[dontgetintherobot]

[It's not long of a wait when Alfonse calls him back, in a good mood by the sounds of it.]

Hello Father, dinner sounds great! mind if I bring some takoyaki? Might be an odd mix, but I just finished it so it's still hot! Besides, I'd like your opinion on it.

I-I tried not to make it ration-shaped this time.

[The tone and nervous laugh implies that he did not succeed as much as he would have liked.]

[forgarlemald]

You know I'd love to try anything that you make, Alfonse, and I'm sure that it will go just fine with the meat pie.

Especially if they aren't ration-shaped this time around.

[And he can only hope that Alfonse doesn't question the way the meat pies are dzo shaped haha...ha...]

I'm already nearly to the lake, so I'll see you when you arrive.

[dontgetintherobot]

[Alfonse arrived at the designated spot in good time, he was nothing if not punctual. He shifted his baskets into one hand upon seeing his father, and waves at him happily in greeting.

Truth be told he was quite excited for this.]

Father! I'm here!

[forgarlemald]

[It's because he can see how excited Alfonse is that for a moment, Gaius almost reconsiders having a conversation about what happened at the shop at all. He smiles when his son approaches, but Gaius looks so...tired, in a way that he hasn't been in so many moons now. Not that it stops him from waving the boy over, his own basket already laid out on the blanket he brought.]

I was beginning to wonder if I'd need to eat all of these by myself.

Come, sit. I've missed you.

[Yes, missed him the whole entire one day that he hasn't seen him.]

[dontgetintherobot]

Missed me? Father, it’s barely been a day.

[He says like he also didn’t get a bit of childish excitement every time he got to have time with his father. The more normalized life was doing him good, even if he was at a constant loss on what to do without all his responsibilities from home.

But, that wasn’t a thought for now, not when he was so excited to die his father that his food was only insufferably bland looking, rather than insufferably bland looking and strangely rectangular. At least it still tasted far better than it looked.]

And you should know I’d never miss a chance to eat your cooking!

[forgarlemald]

And? I still have five years of being away to make up for, after all, so even a day is still far too long.

[Nevermind how worried he still gets when he doesn't see or even hear from his son for too long at a time, despite his best efforts to keep that paranoia buried. But he can put that feeling away again, for now, because Alfonse sits with him, and Gaius reaches over to ruffle the young man's hair, taking a look at the takoyaki he'd brought with him.]

Would you look at that. It even looks like takoyaki. Perhaps my lessons have been finally sticking with you after all.

[dontgetintherobot]

Hey!

[He protests, but he’s laughing, and there’s a hint of pink to his cheeks that shows through his pale scales. Truly, He couldn’t be happier.

That link to his cheeks only gets darker looking at the food he made, a little shyly. His father may have complimented him, but he knew “not square” and “appetizing” we’re not the same thing.]

They taste better than they look! Honest!

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[forgarlemald]

I have a gift for you, when you come by today.

[dontgetintherobot]

For me? Thank you father, where should I meet you?

[forgarlemald]

Just coming to the house will be fine. I also made lunch, if you're feeling up to having some takoyaki.

Be aware that Gabby is loitering about again, though.

[dontgetintherobot]

Did I start a craving?

Duly noted. I’ll be there shortly.

[And, after slipping by the local foliage abomination, he arrives in one piece- normally he was one for knocking but given how he still kind of lives here in his spare time… he just invites himself in.]

Father, I’m home!

[forgarlemald]

[Look, if he even tries knocking to be let in dad would be so disappointed in him. And sad. So very sad.]

[THANKFULLY though Alfonse treats the place like the home it is, and he'll find Gaius setting up several dishes of takoyaki on the coffee table in the sitting room... Wait, why so much.]

Welcome home. Come on now, have a seat, and tell me which of these tastes closest to how you remember.

[dontgetintherobot]

[Alfonse looked confused for a moment seeing so many dishes… and then it was all tako… yaki… oh.

Oh.

For the moment all he could do was stare. His father had done all this… just over some offhand comment he had made about his birth parents and…

And he was welling up. He brought a hand to his mouth to try and hide the tremble of his jaw, hoping he would be able to fight back the tears burning behind his eyes. Of course failing that, he just reached to pull his father into a tight hug, gently knocking a horn to his cheek with the motion.]

Thank you, father.

[forgarlemald]

[At least this time, unlike all those years ago, he's prepared for the reaction.]

[Gaius lets Alfonse pull him into the hug, his own arms going tight around his son so that he can rub soothing circles into his back. Like this, he can let Alfonse pretend that he can't see the tears; Gaius can feel the tremors that overtake him, though, slight as they are, and he's smiling softly as he brushes past a horn to be able to press a kiss to the boy's hair.]

Don't thank me just yet, aye? We've yet to see if any of these are at all accurate.

[And another squeeze, tighter than the last.]

...I would have thought this would stop coming as such a surprise by now.

[dontgetintherobot]

I’m not surprised, I- [Knew better than to try and disprove that.] alright I am, but it’s just-

[He pulls back, smiling even through his red and puffy face.]

It’s just like the last time, isn’t it?

[The time his father had brought back something from his childhood. He’d only been a boy then, but he’d wept just the same.]