[In person]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

[Downstairs, in the kitchen, someone's raiding it pretty heavily - there's a sprawl of random bits of canned/prepackaged food, ice cream, and basically anything that doesn't actually need preparation covering half the table.]

[And at the table? There's a thirty-something black-haired lady in a blue dress who ... well, grasps silverware, but otherwise seems to be a little bit raised by wolves.]

[Including the part about eating as if someone were going to take it away at any minute.]


[Yep, the "Mother of God" has her body back, and is taking advantage of this this to do something she can't normally do... EAT.]

[Disturb?]

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[In Person]

[cureregret.livejournal.com]

[Xuchilbara enters the kitchen and gives a somewhat baffled blink.]

...Alessa, what on earth are you doing?

[In Person]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

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...Eating?

[In Person]

[cureregret.livejournal.com]

[He smirks and shakes his head.]

Eat slower, I don't want you to choke.

[He takes a seat opposite her and raises his brows.]

Something bothering you?

[heterosexually.livejournal.com]

[John wanders into the kitchen a little clumsily, like he can't quite remember how to move with anything mildly resembling grace. He pauses in the doorway, looking first at the mess and then at Alessa.]

[Oh... 'kay... weird. He wanders carefully through the kitchen, traversing her mess, and tries not to disrupt it.]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

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[heterosexually.livejournal.com]

[When she turns her attention to watching him, John purses his lips a little and raises a hand to wave.]

Uh. Hi?

[afkl;dsjf;as I'm sorry for slow/late/...Alessa.]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

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((AS I realize that part of why I stared at this so long was I kept expecting her to SAY SOMETHING ;_;...this should go faster now... that I"m not being stupid...))