[Great. Oswald will...busy himself in the kitchen, finish getting that soup prepared and the rest of it boiled down and prepared to be canned by picking out the bones, eventually he'll go wake Edward up for dinner once the sun goes down.]
Edward, it's sundown now. [he'll just...lean on the back of the couch. See what it takes to wake him up]
[right. There are two bowls in the kitchen, and the rest of the soup is pulled off the burner. He'll also see several jars with their lids off, filled with cooling, deboned meat.
Oswald will grab his bowl in one hand and slowly makes his way to the dining room on his crutch, careful not to spill any soup]
[Oswald will plop down in one of those chairs with a small, relieved sigh. Edward might notice that part of the room has been...dusted. At least the table and chairs. There's not much he can do for the carpet, but it's a start.
He's also managed to locate spoons for the soup, so that's there also, as well as some linen napkins.]
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[He'll finally get up from the floor, in any case, and... start going to that room. Wings still kind of folded around him, because.
Comfy.]
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Edward, it's sundown now. [he'll just...lean on the back of the couch. See what it takes to wake him up]
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No.
Don't wanna be awake.]
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Edwaaaaard. You need to wake up. [now he's sounding amused again]
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[Completely covers his face with his wing now. Noooooo.]
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He's going to reach out and tug on his ear very gently]
Up and at 'em, sleepyhead.
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Wha...?
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[He sits up a little and yawns, which... will also give Oswald a good look at all those fangs yikes.]
Right, right.
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Also, dinner's ready. So come in the kitchen--I've ladled out a bowl for you. [there is, also, the strong smell of rabbit soup in the air]
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Oh... Okay, sure. [It's a little reluctant, but he'll get up, yawning briefly again. But he nods. Yeah, let's go.]
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Oswald will grab his bowl in one hand and slowly makes his way to the dining room on his crutch, careful not to spill any soup]
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...
[Yeah, alright, to the dining room.]
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He's also managed to locate spoons for the soup, so that's there also, as well as some linen napkins.]
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He doesn't know if he should take a seat or not.]
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[He's still. Not taking a seat.]
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....are you going to sit?
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[He starts to ask and then feels incredibly embarrassed for letting the question begin to slip out. This is his castle, what does Oswald care?
There's just that lingering feeling from many years ago that says no, it's not okay.
He quickly and wordlessly takes a seat. Awkward as it is.]
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Bon appetite.
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