[October was a very hard month, and the only thing that kept Dedue from going totally dormant was the care of his imprints and the kindnesses of other friends who would bring him food or visit with him. They gave him reason not to be shut down all day, reason to find the will to go on. He's starting to feel a little more like himself now. More functional, more responsive, more present. He is starting to look forward to things again.
Today, he invites Tighnari to the Valentia for dinner, and to his surprise, he actually feels able to cook something. Just a simple stir-fry with vegetables, shrimp, and a sauce that's sweet and savory, served over rice. To his own meal, he adds some small metal bits and bobs, things he found in the dump and washed clean. Small nails and screws, nuts and bolts. He incorporates them into the stir-fry so well that you almost can't see them unless you look closely, camouflaged by the sauce and the irregular texture of the other cut vegetables. He wants to develop delicious meals for every soul-type, and his own comes first, out of necessity. Since he started adding metals to his food, he's been healing more quickly and getting his strength back.
He serves the meal to his friend hot and fresh with a small smile before joining him in the booth.]
I hope it is to your liking. I have not cooked in a while, but I felt up to it today.
[Anyone who has known Dedue longer than a week knows that food is his love language. To him, putting a homemade plate in front of someone is the equivalent of a heartfelt 'I care about you.']
dimiduenari triangle of doom... set in early-mid nov
Today, he invites Tighnari to the Valentia for dinner, and to his surprise, he actually feels able to cook something. Just a simple stir-fry with vegetables, shrimp, and a sauce that's sweet and savory, served over rice. To his own meal, he adds some small metal bits and bobs, things he found in the dump and washed clean. Small nails and screws, nuts and bolts. He incorporates them into the stir-fry so well that you almost can't see them unless you look closely, camouflaged by the sauce and the irregular texture of the other cut vegetables. He wants to develop delicious meals for every soul-type, and his own comes first, out of necessity. Since he started adding metals to his food, he's been healing more quickly and getting his strength back.
He serves the meal to his friend hot and fresh with a small smile before joining him in the booth.]
I hope it is to your liking. I have not cooked in a while, but I felt up to it today.
[Anyone who has known Dedue longer than a week knows that food is his love language. To him, putting a homemade plate in front of someone is the equivalent of a heartfelt 'I care about you.']