#murphywasagrunt

“…there’s only two of us here.” He looks around, idly wiping his face before glancing back at Steven. “And I gotta thank you for stepping up to the plate - heh, plate - for making food. I don’t think you’d take kindly to MREs, and, well… this does look pretty good.”

He’s not going to question the popcorn.

“So, seeing as the Gems are gonna be out for a while, you got any ideas on what to do today?”

          ✩ star child ✩

        the child grins, hopping up onto one of the chairs.                               ❝ so? that’s okay ! it’s kinda even better this way -- just us,                                  it’s not crowded or anything ! ❞           with that, he handed over a fork & started to dig in to his own side.                               ❝ & it’s no big deal ; I usually make all my own food anyway,                                  so I figured maybe it’d be nice to share ! ❞

                                        💧 riptide queen 💧

                       ❝ ... I’m sorry. ❞

        her eyes don’t meet his, & her stance is defensive -- muscles tensed, arms crossed over her chest, ready to fly away at any second if this turns sour. this is probably one of the most important things she can do right now, ( verbally acknowledging that she’d been kind of an ass ), but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. or pleasant.

send one for a kind gesture| accepting !

♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat

          ✩ star child ✩

                   ❝ boop ba doop boop… here we go !! ❞          the little half-Gem carries the plate very carefully over to the table, before plopping it down. it’s no surprise why he was being so cautious ; the tower of waffles, syrup, whipped cream, strawberries, & popcorn could have fallen to the floor at any second. well, now it was safe at least.

“Okay, whoa, only needed one person to answer that question…”

He pauses.

“…and, uh, the fact is, ladies and gent, we’re outnumbered, outgunned and probably outclassed. We need a plan that’s not just… that.”

          ▣ certified Kindergartener ▣

        Peridot hops up onto the counter, standing as resolutely as she can.                          ❝ at least my idea was an actual battle tactic ! we stand together,                             we don’t let them separate us, because there is SAFETY in                             NUMBERS ! we’re all tough individually, but we’re strongest                             as a group ! that goes for ANY unit facing combat ! ❞

          ▽ parasitic mistake ▽

Leave a “…” in my ask | no longer accepting !

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

This is it, then. They’ve given everything they had, they WANTED everything to be okay and turn out okay... and it still didn’t work.

As far as Amethyst is concerned, this isn’t fair. Nothing in life is fair, but this -- this goes beyond unfair and into straight-up cruel. They’re supposed to be the guardians of this planet, and they’re supposed to know what to do. They’re supposed to be strong.

There’s a long pause. Of course, it’s never easy to tell what’s going on inside Luther’s head, but his hand’s strayed pretty close to the holster of his sidearm. After a few moments, though, it drifts away again and he fold his arms. His answer is three cold, enclosed words that, while technically agreeing with her, make no question as to his opinion on her decisions.

“Your call, ma’am.”

          ▽ parasitic mistake ▽

        for a moment, everything’s quiet. even her breathing stops -- & that’s not a good sign. Amethyst is the one who’s most like a human ; it’s not often that she willingly gives up doing something that a normal human would do.

          he’s not arguing with her, although that doesn’t mean much. goofy she might be, but actual stupidity isn’t her thing. she’s smart enough to pick up on body language & social cues, maybe even moreso than the other Gems.

          ▽ parasitic mistake ▽

The sun was out; Dell sat beneath a tree, a Raichu in his lap, happily enjoying the sun’s waves. His hand  pet over the soft orange fur of the pokemon’s coat, and the man let out a slow sigh.