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catch all log!

Who: Steak and anyone unfortunate enough to be in his vicinity
When: All through Jan!
Where: Aef, Dorch, he gets around.
What: Catch-all shenanigans!
Warnings: Nothing right now!

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[Red Wine had made a short trip to Dorchacht himself, finding it much the same as other places he has been throughout his life. Bustling, busy, with people willing to talk if you charm them the right way.

But he's back at their shared home before Steak, and barely rouses to hear him come in. Sleep, after all, is one of his favourite things and that hasn't changed yet.

The shouting that wakes him brings him to consciousness immediately, his eyes snapping open at the jolt of concern that buzzes through him the moment he hears it. There's no time to examine if it's his own or not, and he sees the fire outside as he stumbles out of bed and quickly drags on a shirt and coat, grabbing his sword up from near the door and ferreting a small piece of jewellery from the drawer beside the bed.]

I'm here! [No time for being waspish, he finds Steak in the space between their rooms and grips his arm tightly for a moment.] We need to get out. Make sure no one is left behind.

[ The physical contact hits differently for a moment, an almost dizzying sense of relief and calm washing over Steak, gone as quickly as it came.

They're together, which means things are fine. Even if there's a fire outside. They've dealt with worse. Steak doesn't need to answer Red Wine with anything but a nod, scanning their living space with a sharp-eyed glance — all of this stuff had been here when they arrived, all of it belonged to someone else.

Except for those few woolen garments Steak received as gifts last month, which lie haphazardly over the couch. ]

A moment.

[ The pieces are quickly gathered, pulled under his coat, and he hands the scarf to Red Wine. Food Souls probably don't need to worry about smoke inhalation, but better safe than sorry. He can make use of the hat as a makeshift option. ]

[There's a small spike of annoyance when Steak decides to take the time to collect up his belongings, but for once Red Wine says nothing to the fact - hadn't he done the same only moments ago?

Not that that would normally stop him, but he's been a little... kinder to Steak since the Bonding. Only a little.]

Hm. [He mutters, but he takes the scarf. What a time to still need to breathe, is the grim thought that comes along with it.]

Are you ready now?

[Or did he want to stop and back a case before they moved to escape being burned alive?]

Edited 2020-02-01 18:24 (UTC)

[ The majority of his things are simply things, but these few pieces have been handmade by others for him. Even Steak isn't quite that rude as to ignore them. ]

Shut up and walk.

[ Don't make him regret offering that scarf. ]

[Red Wine, childishly making a point, chooses that moment to toss the scarf he took back into Steak's face with a sharp flick of his wrist. Irritation prickles through him as he walks past and carefully tests the door knob for heat before he turns it, opening the door to a carpet of smoke.]

Hmn...

[Unfazed, he dips into his pocket for the piece of jewellery there and tucks it into his palm.]

Come on, idiot.

[ Why does he keep you around, Red Wine? Steak glares and bundles up the scarf, peering out into the hall, the cloud of smoke hanging thickly over the building interior. ]

Get down.

[ A hand tugs at Red Wine's shoulder, because isn't that what you're meant to do? Stay low to avoid the worst of the smoke? ]

Don't paw at me, Steak. [Red Wine replies waspishly, instantly, brushing the other Food Soul's hand off his shoulder. He hesitates in the doorway, a brief flutter of worry in the pit of his stomach, then forges ahead with his sleeve held to his nose.]

Check the floor below. I'll go up.

[ He'll punch Red Wine later. For now, they have work to be doing, and that is something they can always agree on. He exhales into the knitwear and his knuckles brush the back of Red Wine's hand without thinking, a wordless agreement to the plan.

They're linked now. They'll always know if something's wrong.

But still— ]

If you're not out in ten minutes, I'm coming to find you.

[Red Wine stares steadily at him for a few heavy moments, then shakes his head with a soft scoff and turns away.]

I'm sure you will. Come on, we're wasting time.

[There are only a couple of people on the floor above where he and Steak live, and they are already on their way out when Red Wine finds them. He quickly checks the other rooms but, finding no one else there, makes his way out onto the street.]

[ Downstairs is less successful. He finds that the lower floors have been evacuated already, for which Steak breathes a sigh of relief. No sign of anyone hurt, but the door to the final apartment is stuck closed and there's no response.

He frowns and presses his weight against the door, testing it, and finds it firm. ]

Dammit—

[ There could be someone in there, but the flames are licking at the walls and he's running out of time. So his attention turns to the window at the end of the corridor, which is easily smashed open, and Steak grimaces as he lifts himself up and through it. ]

Damn...

[ But he knows that dark head of hair anywhere. ]

Red Wine!

[He hadn't had any difficulty in getting out, having ushered a couple of people into the street and away from the building. Perhaps it would be put out before the whole thing was destroyed, but he finds he feels no particular connection to the place.

And then... then, there's Steak.]

Must you make an exhibition of yourself every time we're in public? [Red Wine snaps waspishly as he moves to help the other Soul through the broken window, flicking the fabric of his coat up over the broken glass.]

What do you think you're doing?

[ He could swear at Red Wine, or grab him, start a fight, any of the things which would normally be therapeutic, but there's no time right now. ]

The fire's spread. [ Obviously. But more importantly... ] One of the apartment doors won't open. I don't know if anyone's in there...

[ He's craning his neck to try and look inside the apartment next to where he exited, brows knit together. ]

[Red Wine frowns, leaning slightly to peer down the hall towards the closed door. The fire is getting hotter by the moment and if they don't get out of here soon, their efforts to escape the building might well have been entirely in vain.]

What do you want me to do about it? [He asks, pointedly gesturing to Steak's bulk.]

Are you telling me you can't break open a door?

In a fire? [ That's a recipe for disaster. Not that his breaking open the window was much better, but given the fact that the fire had blocked his way downstairs, he wasn't given many other options. ]

Can you see anyone?

I can't see through walls, Steak, how am I supposed to see anybody?

[Excelling himself with ridiculous questions, today. Red Wine scowls at him and then walks away, scanning a few windows with a keen glance.]

No. Now get away from there before you get hurt.

I meant the window, bastard!

[ Still, he doesn't want to hang around on the windowsill much longer, pushing himself off with a grunt. ]

There's nobody in there.

[He isn't sure of how he's so certain of it, but he is. There's no one in there. No panicked heartbeats on the other side of the wall, struggling against the flames and smoke.]

Come on. We have a crowd of spectators to clear.

Alright, alright.

[ Good. He's glad of that much at least, and wastes no time catching up to Red Wine and hurrying towards the people watching with open mouths and frozen limbs.

One more problem to deal with. It never ends, does it? ]

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