[Archer couldn't know this, but Trevor feels like he's the worst person in the world to come bother Lark out of his state. If the man wants to mourn, or drink himself to death, or spiral, fucking let him; Trevor won't be a hypocrite when it comes to grieving or not knowing what the fuck to do next.
He shows up mid-morning for brunch delivery. It's simple and plain because he's still learning - toast and eggs, mainly - but at least he's gotten over his aversion to using any kind of spices more than he absolutely has to, and both are sprinkled with pepper.]
[ Lark has just finished speaking with Archer, and has been sitting in the living room trying to read up on all the books he'd gathered before hell came visiting.
When he answers the door he actually manages a smile. ]
[He gives a small smirk, walking over to put the eggs down on the counter. Trevor's walking better since Lark last saw him, smelling less of blood and faintly of antiseptic, the infirmary, and weirdly enough, Dracula.
He's tired, but he moves like he's just curious of his surroundings.]
'Course she is. She's only a baby.
[God, how to even broach this subject. He's not really a people kind of person. Communication is definitely not Trevor's strong suit and he hates getting put into weird positions of lying to one person to please another. Finally he just lets it out;]
Archer came by, sniffing about me watching over Daniel. Kid's been fine so far but he's acting pissed off as a wet cat.
Yeah, that was my mistake. He took Daniel on until Jon is back, but I had already moved ahead with you. He's going at Daniel from an angle of- well basically he's trying to coax a scared child out from under the bed, and since Daniel is afraid of you, Archer feels that will make it harder to get to Daniel.
I'm coming back to work the dinner shift tonight. You deserve a good night's sleep.
Well, he's a piece of shit coward, sure. But if you ask me, it goes deeper than 'whoops, I made a mistake and trusted the wrong person'. I didn't punch him for any of the shit Tim said.
Archer just better know what he's getting into.
[A tilt of his head as Trevor leans against the countertop]
You up for that? Not that people won't be desperate to have you back after my cooking, but I'm two steps away from forming a thing with Hickey to make everybody oatmeal and gruel for days until someone else fucking steps up.
[For the first time, Lark looks up with a mischievous grin]
Is that so? I want to come back to stop overloading you, but... I once served nothing but toast and water for a week until someone came to help out. The ship could use some oatmeal and gruel to wake them up.
Well, if Archer wants to be Daniel's sole wetnurse, then it frees up some of my time to go piss off and sleep. So yeah; him and me and Sweeney might just do boiled oats and bread. Maybe a root vegetable if I'm feeling charitable.
[He laughs] All right it's mostly Archer. But in his defense, I did dump dinner shift on him and then I did piss all over his rug when he stepped up as an advocate, which is a program I've been working on getting people to do since I got here.
I heard John Seed got stabbed. He doesn't seem to want any revenge for it. And Jacobi hit Sweeney--I need to talk to him about that, shit.
Anyone else flying into a rage that I haven't heard about?
He's one of my pack. But a human member. Long-ish curly hair, kind of small compared to half the ship but looks like he could cut you in a dark alley. I think you'd like him. Or really hate him.
I'm not sure. I'll ask him. But if I had to guess I'd say it's grief and dealing with whatever happened to him in those domains. Having something to hit can put a lot of things in place.
[Not for Lark. Fighting, for Lark, just leaves him feeling thoughtless and unanchored. But he understands the appeal.]
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He shows up mid-morning for brunch delivery. It's simple and plain because he's still learning - toast and eggs, mainly - but at least he's gotten over his aversion to using any kind of spices more than he absolutely has to, and both are sprinkled with pepper.]
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When he answers the door he actually manages a smile. ]
Come in.
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Got you breakfast.
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She's upstairs gnawing one of my toys.
I don't share them with just anyone. She's a good pup.
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He's tired, but he moves like he's just curious of his surroundings.]
'Course she is. She's only a baby.
[God, how to even broach this subject. He's not really a people kind of person. Communication is definitely not Trevor's strong suit and he hates getting put into weird positions of lying to one person to please another. Finally he just lets it out;]
Archer came by, sniffing about me watching over Daniel. Kid's been fine so far but he's acting pissed off as a wet cat.
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Yeah, that was my mistake. He took Daniel on until Jon is back, but I had already moved ahead with you. He's going at Daniel from an angle of- well basically he's trying to coax a scared child out from under the bed, and since Daniel is afraid of you, Archer feels that will make it harder to get to Daniel.
I'm coming back to work the dinner shift tonight. You deserve a good night's sleep.
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Well, he's a piece of shit coward, sure. But if you ask me, it goes deeper than 'whoops, I made a mistake and trusted the wrong person'. I didn't punch him for any of the shit Tim said.
Archer just better know what he's getting into.
[A tilt of his head as Trevor leans against the countertop]
You up for that? Not that people won't be desperate to have you back after my cooking, but I'm two steps away from forming a thing with Hickey to make everybody oatmeal and gruel for days until someone else fucking steps up.
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Is that so? I want to come back to stop overloading you, but... I once served nothing but toast and water for a week until someone came to help out. The ship could use some oatmeal and gruel to wake them up.
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[He gives a tired grin, rubbing at his eyes. But Trevor never knew the meaning of the word 'stop working' either]
Who else says you've gone senile? Besides Archer, I mean. I want to know so that when I see them for dinner I can hide a glob of spit in their food.
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I heard John Seed got stabbed. He doesn't seem to want any revenge for it. And Jacobi hit Sweeney--I need to talk to him about that, shit.
Anyone else flying into a rage that I haven't heard about?
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No. Didn't even...fuck. Notice.
[Boy is that a stifled yawn]
Which one's Jacobi again?
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When's the last time you slept?
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This morning.
[For three hours]
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[Not for Lark. Fighting, for Lark, just leaves him feeling thoughtless and unanchored. But he understands the appeal.]
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If he's as tiny as you say he is, he must have got his ass beat, then. Sweeney's an orange mountain in man form.
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Did you see Daniel at all since you hit him?
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He seems mostly all right. Someone set his nose for him. Envy and him seem to be close.
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[He says this first as a glib note and then…exhales, worried]
Shit.
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I haven't followed things with Envy closely enough. What are you thinking?
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Envy’s a homunculus. Sort of a creature built by an alchemist to perform tasks. And Daniel knows alchemical symbols and rituals.
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