[ seeing that the map of the shows that it might not be visible from the table— ]
There's a pot in the kitchen where you can make some. [ for ease he'll sort of draw the shape of it in the air for her. ] There should be a sample bag with instructions.
[anyway. coffee it is. she goes to check the mini-kitchen, and sure enough, there's a coffee pot there! so. time to read the instructions and brew some up.
eventually he'll smell coffee in the air as the pot does its job.]
anyway the fact that she's able to brew the coffee while looking like she might not be the type to figure it out (look, non-moderns are always a dice roll???) is kind of a surprise to him. but there's no denying the sound and smell of coffee without any "oh n" so he'll take it. ]
You never told me the things that would upset you.
If you are hurt, I am a doctor so I can treat any wounds.
[ just...so you know. he didn't cut up those bodies without reason?? rather, he doesn't make it a hobby to go around mutilating bodies for fun. ]
I can't promise anything about ghosts. [ because...that's really not on him. ] But you have no problems if I asked you to get on your knees for me or if I blindfolded you?
[ sqx...why are you like this, but hey, if she's agreeing to it then it's fine. even if she's dubiously agreeing. she's still agreeing. ]
Then let's have a little fun with that.
[ he says...and wouldn't it be great if that brief moment of joy(?) is enough for a ""blind fold"" to appear in his hand? wouldn't it be super helpful? because that's what is exactly happening. ]
[right... time to stare at this cofeepot while it brews... eventually, it looks like it's finished, so she pours some for him and brings it over, setting the mug on the table in front of him.]
Here you are. I hope it's to your liking.
[just glancing at that "blindfold"... i just googled "stupid blindfold" and got this]
[ i can't believe this is the fuckin blindfold that we've been gifted but here we are!!! anyway, he'll reach out and take the coffee cup from the table for a quick taste (carefully! no burnt tongues!!). it's probably good enough? nothing super fancy which is fine. ]
Good enough for your first time.
[ and...free coffee of nebulous quality. to spare ourselves (and law) of incorrectly using a surgical mask as a "blindfold" he'll have this in his hand but with giant googly eyes on it. (he's tired and this thread is a mess) ]
[ we will pretend that there are no googly eyes on the blindfold and law will aggressively do so as he's face with the reality of his actions.
good thing that his poker face is (mostly) perfect and the idiocy of it doesn't get to him...much. it could have been worst. it always could be worst. ]
[ it's a weird kind of kindness to them both, tbh.
because after she gets on her knees and holds her hands out, he'll take the cup of coffee that he was drinking from and places it in her hands. or, well, he'll make sure that there'll be something to buffer the hot cup and her hands—a towel from the mini-kitchen or something.
once done with that, he'll take a seat next to her. rather, he sort of crowds her from how close he is as continues onward. ]
You've never had coffee before, right? Help yourself to a drink. [ he'll lean in close to her, hovering close to her. ] Try not to spill any of it on yourself.
That's a little easier said than done when I can't see...
[but she'll try to get the cup up to her lips? it's. definitely easier said than done, but she tries, and she takes a very, very careful sip once she gets it there, trying hard not to spill the coffee everywhere.
one, that would burn. two, her robes are white? it would stain?]
[ as she carefully takes a sip of the coffee, law is close enough/crowds her enough to where it would definitely be creepy if she could see him. (law is still blind to the googly eyes.) he hovers and has one hand hovering just below of the cup to catch any drops...probably.
more certainly is how his other hand will be help guide the coffee cup to her mouth and make sure she doesn't spill it on herself or him given how close he is. ( think of it something akin to this but far from being this romantic, cute, or loving... BASICALLY JUST THE CLOSENESS AND BODY POSITIONING-ISH.) ]
A loud electric bang shatters the romantic (??) scene as a bolt of heated plasma impacts the floor directly next to Law and HK-47 steps out from the doorframe
hope they had a good grip on that hot coffee!]
Demand: Explain what exactly it is you are doing in this room, intruder.
[his eyes are bright red, and the rifle begins to make a humming sound that's rapidly rising in pitch]
[sqx absolutely does not have a good grip on that coffee. she's also not expecting hk-47 to be here? excuse me? hello? he wasn't there before and now she's blindfolded and suddenly they're being shot at!
anyway, all this to say, she lets out a shrill scream and jerks back, probably splattering the both of them with hot coffee.]
...and now law has hot(!!!) coffee thrown/splashed onto his person. let's go with hands for the obvious choice and then some of his chest for the less obvious choice. ow?!? at least the clothing won't make things immediately miserable but his hands!!! his surgeon hands!!!! ]
Who the fu—
[ he's turning to look where that gunshot came from??? ]
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[ the non boozy life. ]
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[what is that.]
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Why do so few of you here know what coffee is?
[ seeing that the map of the shows that it might not be visible from the table— ]
There's a pot in the kitchen where you can make some. [ for ease he'll sort of draw the shape of it in the air for her. ] There should be a sample bag with instructions.
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[anyway. coffee it is. she goes to check the mini-kitchen, and sure enough, there's a coffee pot there! so. time to read the instructions and brew some up.
eventually he'll smell coffee in the air as the pot does its job.]
Is there anything else you'd like?
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anyway the fact that she's able to brew the coffee while looking like she might not be the type to figure it out (look, non-moderns are always a dice roll???) is kind of a surprise to him. but there's no denying the sound and smell of coffee without any "oh n" so he'll take it. ]
You never told me the things that would upset you.
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Oh - right. Uh... I think I'd be pretty upset if I got badly injured. Or if ghosts showed up!
[sqx, why.]
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If you are hurt, I am a doctor so I can treat any wounds.
[ just...so you know. he didn't cut up those bodies without reason?? rather, he doesn't make it a hobby to go around mutilating bodies for fun. ]
I can't promise anything about ghosts. [ because...that's really not on him. ] But you have no problems if I asked you to get on your knees for me or if I blindfolded you?
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uh. she pauses, though. there's some nervous laughter, but... if it's helping...]
That... should be fine. I think.
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Then let's have a little fun with that.
[ he says...and wouldn't it be great if that brief moment of joy(?) is enough for a ""blind fold"" to appear in his hand? wouldn't it be super helpful? because that's what is exactly happening. ]
You can come here once the coffee's ready.
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[right... time to stare at this cofeepot while it brews... eventually, it looks like it's finished, so she pours some for him and brings it over, setting the mug on the table in front of him.]
Here you are. I hope it's to your liking.
[just glancing at that "blindfold"... i just googled "stupid blindfold" and got this]
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Good enough for your first time.
[ and...free coffee of nebulous quality. to spare ourselves (and law) of incorrectly using a surgical mask as a "blindfold" he'll have this in his hand but with giant googly eyes on it. (he's tired and this thread is a mess) ]
Put it on and we can move onto the next part.
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well.
now she can't see!]
All right... what next?
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good thing that his poker face is (mostly) perfect and the idiocy of it doesn't get to him...much. it could have been worst. it always could be worst. ]
Get on your knees and hold out your hands.
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with a nod, she gets down on her knees, then holds her hands out.
she's waiting. she is not sure what specifically this has to do with pride, but maybe he's getting something out of it? it's fine. she's helping.]
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because after she gets on her knees and holds her hands out, he'll take the cup of coffee that he was drinking from and places it in her hands. or, well, he'll make sure that there'll be something to buffer the hot cup and her hands—a towel from the mini-kitchen or something.
once done with that, he'll take a seat next to her. rather, he sort of crowds her from how close he is as continues onward. ]
You've never had coffee before, right? Help yourself to a drink. [ he'll lean in close to her, hovering close to her. ] Try not to spill any of it on yourself.
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[but she'll try to get the cup up to her lips? it's. definitely easier said than done, but she tries, and she takes a very, very careful sip once she gets it there, trying hard not to spill the coffee everywhere.
one, that would burn. two, her robes are white? it would stain?]
...it's bitter.
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more certainly is how his other hand will be help guide the coffee cup to her mouth and make sure she doesn't spill it on herself or him given how close he is. ( think of it something akin to this but far from being this romantic, cute, or loving... BASICALLY JUST THE CLOSENESS AND BODY POSITIONING-ISH.) ]
Next time add some sugar to it.
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A loud electric bang shatters the romantic (??) scene as a bolt of heated plasma impacts the floor directly next to Law and HK-47 steps out from the doorframe
hope they had a good grip on that hot coffee!]
Demand: Explain what exactly it is you are doing in this room, intruder.
[his eyes are bright red, and the rifle begins to make a humming sound that's rapidly rising in pitch]
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anyway, all this to say, she lets out a shrill scream and jerks back, probably splattering the both of them with hot coffee.]
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...and now law has hot(!!!) coffee thrown/splashed onto his person. let's go with hands for the obvious choice and then some of his chest for the less obvious choice. ow?!? at least the clothing won't make things immediately miserable but his hands!!! his surgeon hands!!!! ]
Who the fu—
[ he's turning to look where that gunshot came from??? ]