Lay my eyes on the crest

[barenakedspirit]

Who: Galo Thymos barenakedspirit and Lio Fotia carrythetorch
Where: Kitchen car then the Luggage car
When: Imagination 16 (Post train departure.)
What: Galo follows up with Lio on a promise and they discuss recent events.
Warnings: Arson talk, will update as needed.



[Galo walks into the kitchen car as he tugs at the bottom of his black shirt. So far his search of the train (he jogged most of the way) has been fruitless. But he hadn't seen Lio heading for the exit, he has to be around.

He steps into the kitchen proper and his eyes light up. There's Lio with his back to him, steadily using a chef's knife in a head start on Purple team's chores.] Hey, Lio! Was wondering where you were.

[He sets his hands on his hips with a grin spreading across his face. He'd done his job as a fire fighter today and now that missions are out of the way and all, he can finally help Lio out. He walks over to him and leans against the counter.]

Once you finish that one up, come with me! Got something to show you.

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[carrythetorch]

[The face Lio had made finding out meal preparation was purple team's chore-of-the-month was not a particularly pleased one, though less because of his own abilities (or lack there of) in the kitchen than any actual disdain for the chore. But by now he's figured out that even if he's not exactly the best cook -- and probably shouldn't be trusted with anything more complicated than heating up soup -- he can at least pitch in to prep ingredients. Washing, rinsing, peeling, chopping. That much he can do.

His knife stops as he hears footsteps behind him, and in the next moment the hard lines of his posture ease ever so slightly when Galo speaks. A glance back over his shoulder.]

I thought I'd try to be useful. [It gives him something to focus on anyway. His eyes track Galo as the other man moves closer.]

Show me? What sort of something?

[Not that he's skeptical. He's not. He trusts Galo.

But also he's skeptical.]