It's okay. I don't think I can hold the prayer services he did, and...it wouldn't be right of me to, but I'd like to try and make the place as comfortable as he did.
[It's okay bruh he feels you. He avoided even stepping into the place for a week after he found out, and he'd been going every day before.]
[It's okay bruh he feels you. He avoided even stepping into the place for a week after he found out, and he'd been going every day before.]
I am, yeah. [He and Mikleo had already done a little of that, determined to make the space work for them since just trying to copy Stefan wouldn't do anybody any good, but Mikleo didn't know Stefan like Sorey did, and probably not like Eithan did either.]
I'd really appreciate it. We've started moving a few things around, but I'd like it to still feel like him here.
I'd really appreciate it. We've started moving a few things around, but I'd like it to still feel like him here.
Well, y'know. [Grins and pauses, straightening up from where he'd been rearranging some furniture. Stefan had set up the room so it wouldn't interfere with his services, and though Sorey had agonized over whether changing anything would be disrespectful, he figured Stefan would think he was being silly if he kept things the same just because he didn't want to hurt the feelings of someone no longer there.] I've been avoiding it, so I'm kind of throwing myself headfirst into the whole thing.
Would you like something to eat, or drink? Mikleo and me stocked up the kitchen too, and Kirito brought some tea by.
Would you like something to eat, or drink? Mikleo and me stocked up the kitchen too, and Kirito brought some tea by.
[Truthfully Sorey could carry this thing one-handed thanks to the Shepherd pact, but it's kind of unwieldy so this is much easier. Once they scoot it over to the other wall (he's sure Mikleo will bustle in and demand he make minute adjustments to the placement later) Sorey steps back and dusts his hands.] There! Now they're not like, staring at the front door as they come in.
Okay, now some food.
Okay, now some food.
[Sorey and Eithan don't tend to run into each other in the Center all that often, but maybe Sorey should've expected it. Any time not spent on chores and assigned tasks, Sorey's been spending it here; praying at the altar, cleaning, moving things around. There aren't many people who use the Center these days, but it still feels like a place of comfort. It's almost like Sorey can see Stefan's ghost going through the motions.
He's busying himself with making some tea and rummaging around in the vain hopes that there's honey left when he hears someone at the door stopping to take off their shoes. He pokes his head out of the kitchen to see Eithan and he relaxes, glad to see him hale and whole after all of...that.] Hey. Want some tea? [Sorey disappears back into the kitchen.] I think some of those crumble cookies Mikleo made are still around here somewhere...
He's busying himself with making some tea and rummaging around in the vain hopes that there's honey left when he hears someone at the door stopping to take off their shoes. He pokes his head out of the kitchen to see Eithan and he relaxes, glad to see him hale and whole after all of...that.] Hey. Want some tea? [Sorey disappears back into the kitchen.] I think some of those crumble cookies Mikleo made are still around here somewhere...
No I'm good- well actually, can you come get the tray? I'm still trying to find those cookies. [The tea service is all stacked up and ready to go at least. Sorey usually doesn't care about all the accouterments, setting up cups and bowls and spoons on the right to make things proper but Stefan did it to be polite and Sorey wants to remember that.
He pulls down another cup and saucer for Eithan, tea already steeping in the pot as he half climbs onto the counter to look for the tin of cookies.] Did you just come by for some quiet time?
He pulls down another cup and saucer for Eithan, tea already steeping in the pot as he half climbs onto the counter to look for the tin of cookies.] Did you just come by for some quiet time?
I hear you on that. I'm sure your gods will forgive you. [There's those darn cookies. Sorey grabs the tin and slides down from the counter, following Eithan over to the table and prying open the lid.] I think I'm nineteen? Well, I guess birthdays don't really matter much either since we don't really seem to age here.
You are kind of a party guy, huh Eithan? [There, just like how Stefan used to prepare it. Sorey doles out the tea, nudging the honey toward Eithan first in case he wants it.] Maybe once there's been some time, we should have our own party. A fleet one, by us and for us. I bet it'd cheer some people up.

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