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nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
talking to ghosts
Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
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He's received no specific instructions, so Miguel is defaulting to picking a thing to take charge of: in this case, he is tending to the mixing bowl. He assembles the flour, milk, eggs, whisk, and what have you and places it around the bowl. This part didn't require anything spidery, at least. Just his two human hands.
The domestic routine felt natural to fall into, even if it leaned a little close to bittersweet memories. If Gwen wanted visible proof that he cooked things, she was starting to get it. He will start to open up the bag of flour and baking soda, if she doesnt object.
"Did you see a griddle anywhere? That'll make flipping a bunch of these easier."
A few other ingredients come to mind: cooking oil, spatula, maybe Gwen can find some extra flavors in the pantry...
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It really is weird, seeing him like this. This rustic, cosy kitchen is such a far cry from the laboratories that have always seemed to be his native environment. She has to shake it off when he addresses her again.
"Uh— I think there's one somewhere."
Whilst hunting down a griddle, she does dig out an assortment of other things: cooking oil, a lemon, molasses... all of which she brings over to where he's set up.
"Here. You mix that, I'll melt the butter and do the milk and stuff." The things they'll need to add as they go.
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And so Operation: Make Wheatcakes is a go! It isn't so complicated, really, it was just about prepping all the batter ingredients to eventually mush together. The Passing of the Flour to Gwen's side of the counter happens once he's done mixing dry ingredients and assembles his Egg Station.
He does not apply any of the typical 2099 ferocious fighting style to gingerly cracking the shells against the lip of the bowl. Somehow, there is not so much as a single shell shard in there.
"Did Aunt May use both parts of the egg? Or only egg whites?"
He doesn't know. Maybe she liked to keep it extra healthy.
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He's too good at this. It's still weird. It's never going to stop being weird, she's pretty sure of that. No matter how close he's been dragged down to her level by the removal of the Society's structure, this will always be weird.
She's diligent with her own tasks, too. The milk is set to curdle, the butter is melted, and she takes the flour to mix it in when Miguel passes it over.
"Uhhh— both. Separated the yolks, then whipped the whites later. I think."
The harder she has to think about the process, the closer she feels to a dangerous precipice of emotion that she doesn't want to cross. In true stubborn Spider fashion, she scrubs at her face with her sleeve and simply decides she won't.
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"Got some lemon caught in your eye?"
A bad joke. That also tended to come with that gentler, more domestic side of him. One order of yolks for the batter is slid over to her side of the counter. To the eggwhites - it looks like they were going to be about ready for some pancake-flipping.
last tag to probably handwave the rest
"Uh. Y-Yeah. Lemon." She scrubs a little harder and then drops her hand to get back to helping with the task at hand. "It, uh— sprayed, a bit. And really stings."
There's an attempt to sound like she's playing along with a joke, but it comes out more of an obvious deflection. Doing all of this is already so much—already so close to too much.
She can either finish the pancakes, or talk about it. Not both.
And so Gwen keeps making the pancakes.
i felt the inspiration, actually!!!
Having never gone through the 'awkward teenage rebellion' years of raising a kid, Miguel only has his gut instinct to go on. And it says not to push it and destroy the delicate alliance they had going on here. So he doesn't.
And even though it's all rather awkward, he is gentle enough about it to let Gwen take the lead in her Wheatcake-making until they end up with the finished tower of deliciousness. Supportive, rather than overbearing.