<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9m1eq3z.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Elias Wright</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315138.msg15271850#msg15271850)</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Greenhouse<br/><strong>Company::</strong><strong>Fenrir</strong>(http://usercontent2.hubstatic.com/13892235.jpg), Autumn, Kira, Cerise<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, June 19; Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Take a wild fuckin' guess<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><strong>This simple combination</strong>(https://i.imgur.com/3jH0mHa.jpg)<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><strong>Internal Curse Counter::</strong>84<br/><strong>External Curse Counter::</strong>0<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>As Elias had predicted, Rana hadn't eaten yet that morning, judging by how eagerly she demolished the crepe that he offered her. One moment it was there, half slotted into her mouth, and the next...it was just gone, as if a horde of fuckin' light-speed locusts had descended on it to strip it to the fuckin' bone. He was no stranger to her appetite, of course, and he worried occasionally that he was encouraging her to skip meals with the knowledge that he would be feeding her later...but then he remembered what sort of fucking thing she'd eat if he left her to her own devices, and decided that it was the lesser of two fuckin' evils. He'd rather she eat a little later if it meant that the amount of<em>fucking</em>instant noodles and microwave curry and shit like that was kept to a minimum. If His Rana was going to stuff her face, it would at least be with healthy, good tasting fucking food that actually fucking did something to satisfy her high nutrient intake rather than just shoving empty fucking carbs down her throat. He wasn't opposed to junk food, of course, but that didn't mean he had to encourage bad fucking habits, now did it?<br/><br/>Besides...he would be lying if he said that her eagerness to sample his cooking wasn't an ego boost for him, too. When so few people seemed willing to even fucking<em>try</em>his food, having somebody actively looking<em>forward</em>to it enough to skip meals to save space? And somebody with an appetite as ravenous as Rana? It was...nice. It made him feel good, like he wasn't just a fucking brute that wasn't good at shit except breaking shit. And in his life, that was not something that happened all that fucking often. Of course, he should have anticipated that she would lunge for the lunchbox as soon as she'd finished the first one, so he simply held it out to her to avoid losing a hand to the black hole that lived inside her stomach. Despite the ferocity with which she tore into the food, he couldn't stop himself from giving a slight, lip-twitching smile at her eagerness.<strong>"Mebbe I shoulda brought the spares I left in th' fridge, too,"</strong>he said with a small smile, though he did feel the mood dampened a little; Rana always made him want to smile and laugh, but...there were other people around, and he could never really relax when it wasn't just them. People had hurt him entirely too much in his life, and he'd never lower his guard when there were more than just him and Rana around.<br/><br/>He cast a wary glance to the side towards Autumn and Cerise as they approached; Rana was bending to spoil Fenrir, of course, who was loving it. He was not an easy dog to get close to, but Rana was too much of a cinnamon roll not to endear herself to him, and the fact that she was also the one who brought Chocola around was a point in her favour too. He had to notice, though, that Rana was bending in a way that accentuated her shape and form, pushing her curves out and presenting a not-inconsiderable view of her cleavage and the swell of her hips to his roving eye, a sight and path that had his heart hammering in his chest all over again. He bit back a slight growl and snapped his eyes forwards before they could complete their journey; she was a gorgeous woman, the single most beautiful one he had ever seen in his fucking life, but she had enough fucking pigs and assholes oggling her just for walking down the fucking street and he would<em>not</em>fucking disrespect her by adding to that fucking number. If he had his way, he'd fucking<em>subtract</em>from those shit-eating pigfuckers. The next fucking time somebody oggled her, the next fucking thing they'd see would be the inside of their fucking arses as he ripped their eyes out forcefully fucking surgically installed them in their fucking prostate. She was more than a fucking set of legs to whistle after, after all,<em>so</em>much more and he would never allow her to be treated as anything less than the radiant fucking angel she was.<br/><br/>He felt his blood beginning to boil at just the thought, and he had to take a moment to suck down a slow, calming breath before he let his fucking temper get the better of him. Thankfully, just looking down at Rana cooing over Fenrir made the anger melt away; how could he be anything but happy when with her? Especially when she was making Fenrir decide between his pride and his love of fussings. Whilst Fenrir did not roll over and start showing his belly, he did lift his head and accept the fussings with gratitude, and a slightly begrudgingly lolling tongue...though his wagging tail did betray him somewhat on that front. He cast a more suspicious look at Cerise, but given that he already knew her, he gave her hand a sniff and then deigned to let her approach, too. At least<em>somebody</em>was enjoying the sudden attention. Elias was always distinctly fucking uncomfortable being the centre of attention in situations that weren't under his control, and the sudden appearance of Cerise behind him did alarm him a little. He pushed it down - it was fucking stupid to get so worked up about<em>two people</em>being near him - and focused instead on Rana and Autumn. He would've thought something a bit harsh towards Autumn, but given that he was the one who offered, he couldn't really start cursing her out. Granted, he had offered<em>Rana</em>his help, not her, but still.<br/><br/>Besides, if he was rude to her, that would just upset Rana, and that was something he never wanted to do. She'd opened herself up to him, let him into a part of her that nobody else got to see, and if he used that trust to wound her, he knew he would never forgive himself. So, he opened his mouth to begrudgingly agree to help - it was what Rana would want, and it would help His Rana out just as much as it would help himself out; they all used the greenhouse, after all, so there was no point cutting off his nose to spite his face - but Rana answered before he could. He looked at her with mild surprise, then had to resist another smile. It was true that he'd skipped breakfast too - he'd been too excited to see Rana and see what she thought of his new crepe recipe - though he didn't have nearly the bottomless appetite and all-consuming hunger that Rana seemed to live with. But...well, lunch with Rana was never going to be something that Elias turned down.<strong>"Nah, I kinda skipped breakf'st,"</strong>he admitted as he took her hand, heart thrilling in his chest as he did so, his larger fingers enclosing her warm, dainty hand. That was where it belonged, damnit. He just wished that Rana felt the same way. He glanced at Autumn.<strong>"I'll help in a bit, I guess,"</strong>he muttered, shaking his head a little.<strong>"Jus' lemme f-"</strong>A glance at Rana, and a hesitation.<strong>"-ill m'self up 'n 'eat b'fore y' put me t' work."</strong>He might have said more, but...well, he was<em>trying</em>to behave himself.<br/><br/>He wanted to be a bit ruder than that, but...well, Rana was there, and he hated it when she saw his ugly side. He knew she wouldn't leave, she was far too gentle and compassionate for that, but...the look of fear and disapproval and disgust in her eyes if she ever saw the ugliness inside him would be too much to bear. He pushed those thoughts aside. No. He wasn't ruining his lunchtime with Rana with dour thoughts like that. Instead, he focused on the crepe that she was offering him and - without taking it - he leaned down and took a bite from it out of her hands (after making sure that it was one of the milder ones first, of course; he was hungry, but not suicidally so). His teeth sank into the crispy exterior and tore it apart as he pulled away, chewed a little, then slipped back down to take the rest of it in his mouth. He took it out of her hands gently as he chewed and swallowed, his lips briefly brushing her fingers and sending a warm tingle down his spine as he pulled away. He paused as something occurred to him; his eyes lifted and met hers, and he realised just how...intimate...what he'd just done was. He blinked a couple of times, fighting down the blush that crept into his cheeks, and cleared his throat.<strong>"Ah...thanks, 'Rana,"</strong>he said quietly, straightening up a little and glancing away for a moment to collect himself.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat again, then continued as if pretending that nothing had happened.<strong>"I didn' just bring Crepes, neither. Variety's the spice'a life, 'n I know how much y' love spicy stuff."</strong>That, and he wanted to show off a little. He guided them both down onto a bench nearby, still easily in view of Cerise and Autumn - unfortunately - where Fenrir was staying and allowing himself to be petted by the former. He could've gone out of sight, but he knew His Rana wanted to be more social, and it would take too long to find a bench that was further away. He reached into his pack and began sorting through the various snacks - crackers, chicken strips, various Indonesian finger food that he'd put his own experimental twist on just for her and some more American-ised nibbles for himself - before eventually bringing out a sealed bag of homemade rabbit treats, packed with all the nutrients Chocola needed, and flavoured to give her a little treat. He lifted an eyebrow at His Rana, then held it over the back of the bench and opened the packet with a distinctive crackle and<em>pop.</em>Fenrir's ears perked up too, of course, and he looked over at the pair of them. He knew to stay put until he was called, but he was also just as greedy as His Rana when it came to food. Luckily, he'd brought some treats for him, too. The Kugsha might well have rebelled if he didn't, quite honestly!