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Who: Leon and Stahn, the failure duo, plus Otome the Intervention
When: IC: 4/30ish ; OOC: 1/1
Where: Walking home, residential district
What: Stahn and Leon are stupid and incapable of discussing canon Issues. Otome's here to help.
Rating/Warning: Dumb tales losers

[Things have been tense from the moment they arrived.

No matter what the topic, and no matter what the situation, it always seemed to end in them butting heads. And nothing like how it used to be. They have always argued. It's just how they are. But this sort of...cold, fierce arguing, as though there is no common ground to be found--it's strange for them.

Leon doesn't like it, truly, but he doesn't know how to fix it, either. There's too much to even begin approaching it, and so instead more and more gets shoved under the rug as they try to cope with things that they never should have had to.

He's never been good at this. And while he knows that he's just hurting Stahn further, he can't seem to stop.

And that's why they're standing in the middle of the sidewalk, arguing again. And it's yet another stupid argument, but really it's just the superficial revealing just how frustrated they really are.]

There is no reason for it, Stahn! [Ah yes, there's Leon, being pissy as ever, much like the fussy angry black cat he is.] I don't require your constant presence, regardless of what you might think!

[Ah yes...here they are, arguing over...eating dinner together. That's normal.]

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[ It's probably obvious by now that Otome has been in the kitchen getting/making tea for far too long than anyone would ever properly take, even the slowest of people. But that's fine, she'd thought, sitting at the table and doing her best to block out most of the yelling. This isn't her argument to have or listen to, even though a great deal of it will still reach her ears and prompt more confusion and concern than she would have preferred.

But, gradually, things quiet down enough for her to venture out there, two mugs of green tea clutched in her hands-- which, upon a quick glance around, she places one on the table and hands the other to Leon.

And then she just quietly walks over to Stahn, reaching out to draw him into a hug. Sorry. Mommy instincts. She'll keep it a moderately loose embrace, in the chance that he'll want to break free a la Leon, but less irately. ]

[stahn is.... much less like leon in that way. he's usually the one to offer the physical comfort of a hug out when it's really needed—and with this whole situation being tied to leon, he doesn't expect anything of this sort.

so for a moment, he just embraces it, trying to choke back the sobs and overwhelming feelings that come with the situation on the whole. it's.... a little embarrassing, maybe, but stahn isn't the kind of person who lets knowing that stop him. it's a full expression of who he is and just how much he feels when it comes to the situations around him. that's why he stays that way until he calms a little. he still doesn't want to be burden on her—they've already been enough of one today, haven't they?]

I'm... okay. [he'll say, when he's finally ready to pull back. and he'll wipe at his eyes and draw in a quiet breath. this is hard but... he'll be okay, somehow. still, there's gratitude that comes along with this, though it's spoken quietly.] Thanks, Otome.

[There's Otome, and for a moment, Leon had sincerely forgotten that she was in the other room, and there's a bit of a sickening drop in his stomach when he thinks about it. Did she...hear all of that? Did she hear everything they were arguing about?

All Leon can do is sit there, feeling rather awkward and distressed, stewing in his thoughts and the things they've said. The things Stahn has said.

It's...been a lot, after all. It's a lot for him to process, but he's not sure he's really capable of handling Otome knowing about everything they were just talking about. He can't remember how explicit or how vague they were, and... well, Otome isn't giving any sign like this. He's glad, honestly, that she's there to take care of Stahn, because someone has to. It's just...he doesn't know what else to do.

Besides clutching the tea in his hands, staring down into it, downcast.]

[ Otome only smiles in response, shaking her head in a "no need for thanks" gesture when she releases Stahn with a gentle ruffle of his hair and settles onto her couch with her hands clasped in her lap. There's a lot concerning her, honestly, but asking is the last thing on her mind. Still, to reassure Leon, who still looks dejected and uncomfortable-- ]

I'm not going to ask what the two of you were talking about. But if there's anything I can do, please let me know.

[ She doubts they will, for varying reasons, but the offer is there. And it always will be.

At the very least, the air seems less oppressive around them. She can only be relieved about that. ]

[he does have to wonder how much of that otome actually heard; the apartment probably isn't that big, and they weren't exactly quiet about it. but he's not that fussed about it, because stahn knows otome isn't the type to directly insert herself into situations that she can tell stretch beyond her grasp.

...though he guesses she may have learned a few things that both of them have been tight-lipped about. but hearing her words, he knows that regardless, she won't just tactlessly ask. hopefully, it'll assauge leon's concerns too—stahn knows that if he's thinking about this, leon must be as well. but he hasn't really committed to looking over in leon's direction again just yet. he's still trying to regain a full handle on his composure. so instead, he leans forward to pick up the cup of tea that he couldn't a few minutes ago, drawing in a couple of quiet breaths.]

You've done a lot already. [stopping them from fighting out on the street, giving them a place to air their problems before they bottled hem again, being actual comfort... it's a lot, for someone who hasn't known them long. stahn appreciates it, of course, but he's not even sure what more she could do.]

[It's a good thing Stahn's capable of being polite and well-mannered, because Leon sure isn't! He's still going to be over here sulking into his tea, thanks for asking. Having it confirmed that she heard it all is more than enough to leave that sinking feeling in his gut.

Even if she's not going to ask, she's smart enough to draw some of her own conclusions, and...

Is she going to think less of him for it? He wonders, he really does. Stahn, somehow, doesn't, but Stahn is a strange case. Any normal person would think less of him for the choices that he's made, that much is obvious to Leon.

He still hasn't even sipped the tea, but it's convenient for him to stare into, hiding his face and keeping himself from having to speak. The air's been lightened a bit, yes, but in place of it now there's just a lot of exhaustion and a lot of uncertainty, and a lot of sadness as well, even if Leon will never admit to that one.]

[ Has she? Leon and Stahn may be looking less furious and distressed with/at each other, but the both of them look exhausted now, and Otome has a natural inclination to want to solve all of the problems when people are suffering, soothe all the hurt-- which is ridiculous and impossible to do, she knows, but the urge to do more than what she's done is still there.

But no. She knows enough about emotionally painful fights to additionally know that the end result is always draining. If they've gotten to that point, it's actually a promising sign. Then the important thing now is to give them time to rest and recover, isn't it? ]

Well, for the time being... I've said everything I wanted to say. You're both welcome to stay for dinner [ which will be takeout because Otome's cooking skills really do need work ] if you'd like, or as long as you need to.

[ Drink your tea, Leon. If nothing else, the air of disappointed disapproval she'd sported at the beginning is long gone. ]

Eh? Are you sure?

[it's a generous offer, of course. and it's not like stahn really expects any less from otome when she's always presented herself as a caring and thoughtful person. but... really?]

I figured we caused you enough trouble for today already. [even if she's much gentler now than earlier, she'd been disappointed in them enough to intervene in a way they couldn't refuse. they came into her home and made a lot of noise with their fighting, and now that they're both just exhausted, they're taking up space.

(but he is hungry, so maybe it's obvious that he wants to take on her hospitality—mayb he's concerned the matter of dinner will spark another argument too.)

he doesn't want to inconvenience her, and he can already imagine that despite leon's silence, he feels much the same. he looks to her, and then finally (and maybe with a bit uncertainty) at leon. what should they do now?]

[Don't look at Leon, Stahn.... Leon's too exhausted to really have an opinion right now. Dinner at home, dinner here with Otome, either way he's going to be having dinner with Stahn, that much is clear. That was what had even sparked this whole thing--feeling like Stahn has been way, way too focused on staying close to Leon, like they always had to do things together because Stahn just won't back off.

But in a way, he supposes he understands a bit better why now.

If Stahn was this upset over his death...

In response to Stahn's look, Leon ducks his head further, finally taking a sip of his tea so as to continue to avoid eye contact and also so as to not have to speak.

Leon how old are you]

[ ... Ah. So Leon's going to be like this-- which isn't actually all that surprising, but Otome's not going to force them into a decision either way. She'll just be her usual sincere self, and she smiles now, ruefully, as she clasps her fingers together a little tighter. ]

It's hardly any trouble. I like company, but since I do live alone, I usually eat by myself too. A change of pace might be nice.

[thanks for nothing, leon!!!!

but really, stahn will just frown a bit sadly at the way he avoids answering before he listens to otome's response. and to that, he nods. see that, leon? other people get it... it's less lonely to eat with other people.]

I guess that has to get lonely sometimes. Eating with other people... it's always better. [of course, that comes from stahn's sincerity; he grew up with a family, he grew up never eating alone, so he hates the idea of it in general. it makes him feel too isolated. he offers otome a bit of a smile that goes along with it—it's warm, but still tired and melancholic.

it's pretty obvious that he's beyond worn out from this day, physically and emotionally. and it's obvious he's not anywhere near back to his typical sunshine state. but he gives her a nod.] We'll stay then. Thanks for offering... and everything else, too.

[they've been such an imposition, he can't help but to apologize.]

[Leon is useless, news at 11.

But it seems they're staying. As much as Leon would like to just go home and sit in his room and not do anything for a bit, it seems that's not in the cards. Which... admittedly is partially his own fault. He didn't say anything, after all.

He's going to just have to deal with it, ultimately.

He still doesn't understand. He doesn't understand what the big deal is about eating dinner together. He's always been alone for dinner.

And so, quietly, he drinks his tea, eyes half-closed. He's tired. He'll go through the motions, and then they can go home. He has a lot to think about, after all.]

Eating with other people is always better, but...

[ Otome trails off, gaze distant for a few short seconds. It's difficult to explain having two-- no, three sets of memories, one where she'd had a daughter. One where she hadn't had a daughter, hadn't lived beyond a certain day. And the current memory, where she'd remembered adopting her cousin when her parents had died, but in this world, that had changed, and meals had become bittersweet sensations that clogged her throat and made it hard to swallow.

But none of this is worth mentioning, and she pushes herself to her feet with a faint smile. ]

I'll see what I can order. Do you have any preferences?

[when otome says that, stahn can't help but to arch a brow curiously, but he says nothing. he won't forget it though, the look on her face and the way she didn't finish that statement...

there's something else there. and it's painful, and maybe lonely too. obviously, she's not going to burden them with her troubles after what they've been through today but all the same, it concerns him. so stahn files that away for when they're alone, because it just doesn't seem like the kind of thing to bring up in any other circumstances.]

Hmmm... [he pauses, trying to get back onto the important topic here.] I'm not picky. Maybe Leon wants something, otherwise... Just none of the things I mentioned last time.

[no spicy, no sour, light on vegetables (and definitely no carrots or peppers).]

[Leon's not quite aware enough to process that, but he does look up (finally) when Stahn brings that up. He can't sulk all night, after all, and--]

"Last time"?

[He can't help but arch an eyebrow at that, because now he feels like he's missing something.]

Mm-hm, about that-- [ Oh look, Leon's talking again! Some things still come as a sharp relief.

Although it's strange to be concerned over him not offering caustic or annoyed remarks. ]

Some time ago, we were just discussing food, and preferences came up.

Mm.

[stahn nods on in agreement.] When I first brought lunch to work... Otome helped me decide on where to go.

[well, a lot of people did, and that's why he'd brought so much food, but she came up with the suggestion that suited them best.]

[... .. ..... "Preferences".

His preferences is what he's deriving from this, even if it's not being stated flat outright. Stahn was asking people about food to find something that would fit his taste.

After a long pause, he buries his face in his tea again, though this time it's more out of a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty than anything.

He never knows how to handle Stahn showing that much care.]

Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Would sandwiches work? You'll have to tell me the toppings you prefer, but that way, no one has to try eating something they don't like.

[ If Leon doesn't drown himself in his tea first. ]

I don't mind. You can just get me the same as whatever you like, Otome.

[that probably makes it easier. he didn't get himself a sandwich last time, so he hasn't tried a lot of them, still. he may as well see what kind of things she likes—being willing to try anything once has perks at times like these.]

[Leon might drown himself in his tea first. Farewell cruel world.

... Okay, no, he recognizes that his input is necessary here, but he doesn't really...want anything spectacular out of this. He barely feels able to eat, though their appetites will probably be back by the time dinner actually arrives.]

... I don't want much. Something simple is fine.

[Be kind to his granny tastebuds.]

So nothing too spicy and no vegetables for at least one of us... all right! Give me just a minute, and I'll put an order in.

[ Which she will do as she steps into the kitchen, so Stahn can be... pleasantly(??) surprised with whatever he ends up with. She'll be merciful to Leon, too. ]

[what a pal.

of course, in the meanwhile... stahn is just waiting silently, idly running his fingers through his hair. he lets out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. now that it's quiet? he's exhausted.]

[Sorry, Stahn. You're not going to find much of a conversationalist in Leon right now, so they're both just going to be sitting in tired silence for a bit.

But after a long moment of looking into his tea, Leon does speak up. He's had a little bit of time to stew over some of what Stahn said, but there's one thing that's still niggling at him. He doesn't want to start an argument. He doesn't want to dig back into topics that they're already both exhausted by. And he doesn't want to get into an involved discussion or argument when Otome will probably be right back.

So it's just a simple question.]

Stahn.

Then Rutee... she accepted what I told her?

[She accepted that Leon is her brother? It's a simple question, but it's a question that has so many deeper meanings to it. Leon... really had had no idea if Rutee would believe him or not. She honestly had no reason to. But... from what Stahn's been saying, she really did.

And he's not sure how to feel about that.]

[honestly, he wasn't expecting for leon to even ask a question right now, so he's quick to open his eyes back up and look at leon directly for this.

this question... it's an important one.]

Yeah. [it's a simple answer, though there's more to it. the truth is that rutee has never outright said that, but he can tell in the way her resolve has changed. he can tell from the way she grieved against him, and the way she wants to go after hugo now. she wanted to before, but now it feels so much more personal. he was her father, and that man had allowed leon to get wrapped up in it and die.

she wouldn't have that resolve if she didn't accept it. even if admitting it out loud isn't something she's ready to do yet, stahn knows that rutee absolutely will at the right moment.]

It took her a while... and she held it in for so long while she tried to figure it all out. But... she definitely believes in it now.

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