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For the most part MacCready tended to avoid...hell, basically everyone really. It wasn't the best way to function, he knew that.
Thing was though...
A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this. And it wasn't in some weird like too good for this upper stands bullshit. Nah, none of that.
If this was really California way, way before the bombs fell, what- What was the point? Who the fuck did he piss off so badly that they went 'I know what's going to make things worse, show him what kind of life is absolutely impossible for him where he's from!'
He was miserable. He knew he was miserable. Wasn't any goddamn sense in denying it.
A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this because a world like this was too good, too whole for him.
Watching Percy and Vax reunite was uncomfortable not just because it was a super personal moment but also...also because MacCready knew nobody missed him that much. Nobody would be that glad to see him.
So somewhere in his mind, he decided that because no one back home would be that glad to see him then no one here would be that glad about it. All these people with their really nice teeth and all these worlds where you just hope you don't get caught out in the middle of a radstorm or mauled by a-
It was better for him to do his routine. Go up to the roof, take watch for a while, slip into the kitchen when the dude who actually had a name wasn't there, steal some food and disappear again either to sleep in his super stiff bed or go take next watch.
He wasn't too keen on watching that day. He didn't- He didn't want Percy or Vax finding him. He didn't need that friendship rubbed in his face too or either of them thinking that they owed him something because he helped them out. Percy'd said as much in his way. Vox Machina was a family. Far as MacCready could tell just from listening to all the stories... There wasn't gonna be room for him. He didn't want to intrude.
He wished the pair of them well. He did. He just...
Better to be alone enough where no one would even notice if he was gone.
He'd come down to head into the kitchen. When he ducked in, he didn't see the non-chicken guy and figured it was safe enough to figure out something to eat. Chicken wouldn't talk to him anyway.
He'd left Lucy locked up in his room, planning to eat there anyway before he headed back out. This was just a quick food run, he told himself.
He was so focused on being overwhelmed (again) by the choices in the fridge that he didn't hear anyone else in the room. The fuck was he supposed to do with any of this?
Thing was though...
A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this. And it wasn't in some weird like too good for this upper stands bullshit. Nah, none of that.
If this was really California way, way before the bombs fell, what- What was the point? Who the fuck did he piss off so badly that they went 'I know what's going to make things worse, show him what kind of life is absolutely impossible for him where he's from!'
He was miserable. He knew he was miserable. Wasn't any goddamn sense in denying it.
A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this because a world like this was too good, too whole for him.
Watching Percy and Vax reunite was uncomfortable not just because it was a super personal moment but also...also because MacCready knew nobody missed him that much. Nobody would be that glad to see him.
So somewhere in his mind, he decided that because no one back home would be that glad to see him then no one here would be that glad about it. All these people with their really nice teeth and all these worlds where you just hope you don't get caught out in the middle of a radstorm or mauled by a-
It was better for him to do his routine. Go up to the roof, take watch for a while, slip into the kitchen when the dude who actually had a name wasn't there, steal some food and disappear again either to sleep in his super stiff bed or go take next watch.
He wasn't too keen on watching that day. He didn't- He didn't want Percy or Vax finding him. He didn't need that friendship rubbed in his face too or either of them thinking that they owed him something because he helped them out. Percy'd said as much in his way. Vox Machina was a family. Far as MacCready could tell just from listening to all the stories... There wasn't gonna be room for him. He didn't want to intrude.
He wished the pair of them well. He did. He just...
Better to be alone enough where no one would even notice if he was gone.
He'd come down to head into the kitchen. When he ducked in, he didn't see the non-chicken guy and figured it was safe enough to figure out something to eat. Chicken wouldn't talk to him anyway.
He'd left Lucy locked up in his room, planning to eat there anyway before he headed back out. This was just a quick food run, he told himself.
He was so focused on being overwhelmed (again) by the choices in the fridge that he didn't hear anyone else in the room. The fuck was he supposed to do with any of this?
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Date: 2017-02-22 04:52 am (UTC)So, the scent and feel of cool air was all Ignis needed to deduce a non-chicken-maniac presence in the kitchen. (The chicken maniac, after all, never had to linger at any kitchen appliance. He was making chicken something, indecision was never part of his routine.)
Knowing that someone was there didn't mean knowing who it was, of course, but it hardly mattered. However much he thought of the place as his, Ignis had to admit the kitchens were as publicly available as anywhere else but private rooms. Just to announce his presence, he spoke up, "If you're at a loss for ideas, the large pot on that stovetop," the gesture was hopefully only a little off, "generally contains some kind of soup or stew."
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Date: 2017-02-22 05:01 am (UTC)Probably he shouldn't embarrass himself again. He'd go find a different time when whoever that was wasn't around. He'd gone longer without food. It'd be fine.
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Date: 2017-02-22 05:09 am (UTC)So, a pass on soup. Not a problem, some people didn't like it. Or had cause to be tired of it. Or some other reasonable reason. Ignis had no call to hear the decline as a challenge, but he pointed again, to one of the stools by the counter-island. "Sit. Two heads ought to be better than one for this sort of problem."
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Date: 2017-02-22 05:13 am (UTC)"I can come back later."
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Date: 2017-02-22 05:36 am (UTC)MacCready sat. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "Whatever hadn't gone bad yet."
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Date: 2017-02-22 10:48 pm (UTC)After a few moments of consideration, Ignis moved to start putting together a few of the sandwich-like items he'd offered to Vax'ildan the previous day. A flat steamed bun folded over pork belly with some greens and cucumber - simple enough, nutritive enough, and it could be carried away at need. "Right now, you'll try this."
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Date: 2017-02-23 12:18 am (UTC)He hesitated as the guy cooked and offered him way more bread than he'd ever seen on a plate in his life. "Thanks..." he said warily, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by all this attention. All that washed away the moment he actually tasted what was made for him. The noise he let out as he chewed slowly, enjoying the flavors, was positively obscene. He would've sworn if he had the mental space to do anything but chew.
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Date: 2017-02-23 06:47 pm (UTC)And that took significant effort.
But he kept those thoughts to himself. The other man would likely try to bolt again at any hint of pity or similar expression of feeling. Instead, he poured a glass of orange juice and also set it in front of the man. No, it didn't really match the flavor profile of the buns, but like them it could well be something he'd not experienced recently. (Or ever.) Plus, vitamins.
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Date: 2017-02-25 05:51 am (UTC)It wasn't something he'd ever noticed back home. Cold things weren't really on the menu. Room temperature, sure, but cold only came when you were desperate enough to drink from standing water somewhere. He avoided that like the plague. "Sorry," he added even softer, sounding genuinely remorseful about it.
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Date: 2017-02-25 06:00 am (UTC)Even if it weren't simple pickiness, all of the reasons Ignis's imagination could provide were eminently reasonable even if most of them plunged the other man's world even deeper into the 'I do not want to go to there' pit. "Try that instead, then."
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