genessia | [Voice] I Don't Need Any Comrades

If you say so. Company is company, I guess.

*ooc: yes please!*

Would you mind if I kept you company for a while then? If not, I don't actually know where you live.

[And try to get some non-alcohol in you too ;__;]

Sure. Here's where I live:

*and she gives the address to her penthouse in Nova*

I'll be there shortly.

[Ok, maybe not shortly because Fayren. And a pit stop along the way to grab some sympathy flowers because that's just what you did when someone was grieving. At least he had the thought to call ahead since it would take him a little while to even get to Nova in the first place.]

[And eventually there's a knock at the door and on the other side is a scarecrow in a pea coat and scarf holding a vase of flowers.]

[He offers a smile.]

I am here!

[Hur dur, she isn't going to get the reference Toshinori]

*Flowers? That is a big surprise. When Faye opens the door, it is at first with little to no enthusiasm, but the sight of his smile and the flowers does make her feel a bit better*

You are. Come on in.

*Okay, so no, she totally doesn't get it, but she is being pleasant enough. Faye steps aside as she allows him entrance to the rather swanky penthouse*

...I appreciate you being here.

[He isn't expecting an enthusiastic response, he's lost people before too--though not from this place. Well. Midoriya and Uraraka, but that certainly wasn't the same as this. They would be right where he left them.]

[He stepped inside, pausing by the door.]

Not at all Faye, my girl. I'm glad to be able to do something. [Especially since there really isn't much he can do anymore. He glances down at his feet for a moment.] Should I remove my shoes or keep them on? [Different customs everywhere--he remembers being both laughed at and yelled at all those years ago in America for automatically taking his shoes off in someone's home.]

[He offers her the vase.] And I know it's a little more customary to bring a cake or something like that for a visit [SEE, HE DOES KNOW HOW TO INTERACT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON] but I thought these were more appropriate under the circumstances. [He inclined his head.] I'm very sorry about your friend.

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Do whatever makes you comfortable.

*For herself, Faye is completely bare footed, toe nails painted a dark red. She waited inside and pointed to where he could hang his coat and take off his shoes if he so chose*

No, don't worry. These are beautiful. Thank you.

*Faye took the vase from him carefully, examining the arrangement with a small smile. When he was ready, Faye turned and carried the vase through to the kitchen, where she set it down carefully on the side*

Can I get you anything?

You're welcome.

[He removes his coat, scarf and shoes where she directs before following. Damn she had a nice place. He had to laugh, most people back home probably thought Mr. #1 Hero lived in something like this. In reality he had literally just lived in his office because he never actually stopped working, and for teaching? He had a one bedroom barely furnished apartment because he spent almost no time in it.]

[He smiled at her question.]

I'm fine. I should be asking you that. Have you eaten anything today?

[This question from the man who looks like he's well on his way to starving to death. Oh irony.]

*It's a great place, right? One she only lives in because she lives with Gale who is loaded and basically pays for it all. Hurray. In the kitchen, she continued to admire the flowers for a moment more before turning to him with a guilty shake of her head*

Not a thing. It just... Cooking takes too much energy. And I'm no good at it either. But I could make us a sandwich? Or...a coffee?

*Faye still wasn't sure exactly how much eating he could do. If any*

[It may have been rude, he wasn't completely sure, but he followed her right into the kitchen. He wasn't used to social calls. Over-the-top media appearances and interviews, oh yes he could do those and put on quite the act, but literally just being himself and interacting like a normal person... that flummoxed him sometimes.]

No, no. [He sat a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly.] I'm not here to be a guest, I'm here to keep you company. Now... [He glanced about.] I'm not a great cook, but I'm passable--at least I haven't poisoned myself yet. Show me where everything is and I'll work on getting you off that liquid diet for the day.

*Faye isn't used to them either. She went years without inviting anyone over, and without being invited anywhere. So long as he doesn't start trashing the place, they'll be fine. She smiles a little back at him and nods. The cupboards and fridge are open, and Faye gestures at them vaguely*

I mean, I have no idea what these things put together would make. Maybe a sandwich? Maybe...an omelette?

I'll figure something out... More importantly is there anything you actually feel like eating?

[He steps up and starts perusing the shelves and the fridge for ingredients. Yeah, he can work with this...]

Not especially... I was just gonna sit with some chips or something. I'm not really much in the mood for eating.

*She just didn't have the appetite, which is a definite cause for concern from a woman who is so hungry all of the time*

I can understand that... [He looks over with a bit of a smile.] We still need to get something in your stomach besides booze. [He heard that bottle breaking after all.]

[Looking in the fridge now... She mentioned an omelette, so--yep, we have eggs, cheese--he pokes around, do we have any vegetables in here?]

Hmm. I suppose. I can try.

*Faye sat herself up on a stool as she watched him look through the fridge. There was probably some peppers that looked like they might be okayish. And maybe some ham in there too. Not a lot, though, apparently*

[AH HA! There is indeed a bell pepper in here that's passable, and part of an onion that may not be suspect. Yep, and here's that ham. OK HE CAN DO THIS.]

That's all you can do, right?

[A gentle smile at that.]

[Ingredients procured he goes about the prepping process, locating a skillet, cutting board, bowl and appropriate utensils.]

*Faye sat still for a moment, just watching him move around her kitchen, half trying to figure out what he was doing here. She sighed and got up eventually to keep busy with making more coffee*

You're a weird one, coming out here to feed me.

[He laughed at that as he broke some eggs and started to whisk them.]

Well, to be fair I didn't decide to feed you until I actually got here.

...

It's hard to take care of the menial things when you're hurting. That's when your friends step in to help.

[At least he was pretty sure that's how it was supposed to work. It made sense in theory. Hard to really say, considering he had no real basis to go on considering how he'd kept literally everyone at more than an arms' length his entire adult life.]

That's true enough...

*Not usually a fan of sugar in her coffee, apparently today she is, so excuse her while she goes about putting sugar in her mug. Faye then settled back down on the stool with her coffee, gently blowing across the top to cool it. She paused suddenly as he spoke, lips still in a pout as she looked up at him with wide eyes. He'd called her a friend. She hadn't really expected that. But it was nice. So, once she got over the shock, Faye smiled gently and nodded*

Okay.

[He smiled at her words, though he didn't see her reaction, focusing on what he was doing. Whisking eggs, chopping vegetables and getting ready to toss it all together in a skillet~]

[But he would have pointed out that someone who was willing to help out a perfect stranger while they were accidentally drunk and slightly panicking seemed like friend material to him at least.]

[Voice] I Don't Need Any Comrades

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