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[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar & open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: 12/7, afternoon

[video;]

[Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. His hair looks like a blackish bird's nest andddd he's harassing the communicator...]

Where is it? Tell me where it is.

[He shows off a... blank wall. The Bishop walls look cool, really, but still.]

WHERE IS MY LIBRARY? Atroma! Answer me! Take back these insipid, trite gifts and bring back my books. I have been looking for a WEEK. I cannot find them anywhere!

This is unacceptable!

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[He can't find the library, so the next best thing is... stress cooking.

Anyone visiting the Bishop will find the kitchen absolutely loaded with food. Bear claw pastries, glitter-brushed macarons, freshly-baked or conjured bread (hard to tell the difference), coffee cake, angel food cake, buttercream, glazed cinnamon rolls, french toast, pancakes, crepes... And on the less-sweet side, there's meat buns, vegetable wraps, shepherd's pie, at least four different kinds of gourmet pizza, tomato-topped pasta, and... mac 'n' cheese. Look, he tried.

There are stacks of plates and a punch bowl for drinks. In the meantime, Belth appears to be dead.

Well, okay, not really, but he's sulking against the fridge with his own plate-- piled high with everything-- and with at least three meat buns in his mouth.]

Comments

[arcanepower]

[He bristles, but it's not directed at Cheese.]

It was Krista's.

[HOW DARE THEY.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to soothe this for his friend. Make it hurt a little less. Eventually, he smiles softly. ]

I never met her. What was she like?

[arcanepower]

She was kind, and humorous, and very honest. I think she may have been self-conscious-- a quality I understand and relate to. I would've been completely inconsolable upon my arrival if not for her help.

[He looks down at the food on his plate.]

She... reminded me of someone...

[preformthisneigh]

[Oh, buddy. Cheese will just...lean on him because human hugs and pony hugs are a little hard to translate. ]

She sounds pretty awesome. I'm glad she was around to help you and I'm sorry I missed her.

[arcanepower]

You would have liked her. She probably would have liked you, too...

[He leans on Cheese. Belth seems like he's always a little bit too cold, wrapped up in robes as he often is.]

She was delighted by everything but not very obnoxious at all. And she loved books as much as I do, and magic...

[He sets his plate to the side and says nothing else.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is at least warm, there are good things about being covered in fur it seems. He's silent for a moment. There has to be a positive spin here, somehow. ]

Then you must miss her a whole lot. But at least you have your memories of her, so long as you got those, she's never really gone.

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar doesn't seem to be buying into that, but he doesn't argue too loudly about it. He just remains where he is, sad and contemplative.]

Everyone leaves sometime. Someday you'll leave, too.

[preformthisneigh]

[There's a soft flick of his ear at that comment, a careful exhale. ]

Maybe. You might, too. It's just how it works. There's no telling, it's just fate.

[arcanepower]

I know.

[He rests his chin on his arms, knees to his chest. His voice is rough and soft. Damn elf puberty.]

I'm... tired of being alone all the time.

[preformthisneigh]

Well, hey. So long as I'm here, I absolutely promise that I'll be here for you. You don't have to worry about being alone when I'm around.

[He crosses a forehoof in front of his chest. ]

Swear on Camembert.

[It's the MOST SERIOUS of oaths. ]

[arcanepower]

[Belth is touched. He blinks, and there's a little bit of a blush, and then he ducks his head.]

... That sounds like a kind of cheese.

[Fitting, really.]

[preformthisneigh]

It is! That's kinda of the joke.

[Because...yeah. ]