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The kitchen of Fa'e HQ is fairly large, though not immense - there's room for maybe three people to move around within simultaneously. All the required kitchen appliances are present - stove/oven, sink, dishwasher, and various others such as a toaster and so on - as are a variety of pots, pans and other utensils. The cupboards are stocked well, though there is an admonishment on the fridge that your mother doesn't live here, so clean up after yourself!

Some of the fairies like to stalk this area to catch those who don't heed the sign, so be careful.

The previous aches and pains that had assailed Dil had disappeared after a good night's rest, although the uneasiness he felt remained heavy on his shoulders. All in all, it had been a strange ******** few hours: he'd been jumping at the softest noise, and it seemed like everything made his pulse and heart rate spike. So, Dil decided that it was time for some relaxation.

He'd called Nyoka but no one picked up the line. So, he figured she was probably off in Greece somewhere, or at HQ. Since he didn't have any cheap and easy way to go to Greece, Dil instead opted to search for her at HQ, and he was actually in a pretty good mood about it. It was like the strange heroin trip had been an epiphany of sorts, and he wanted to celebrate the good vibes (and pretend the bad ones didn't exist.)

HQ was empty of anything to do with snakes, however, as Dil found out shortly. Whatever, it was still early. Maybe she'd come in later. Instead, Dil took it upon himself to raid the kitchen for some breakfast, as he really hadn't eaten in a week or so and the fact that he could see his ribs by this point was starting to weird him out.

"Hey," he said off-handedly to Rune, an automatic recognition of his presence. He didn't really look familiar or anything but he was yellow and colorful, so it was safe to assume he was a Fa'e. Finding an apple in the fridge, Dil washed it off and began to take large, messy bites from it.

Gray eyes traveled sideways to give Rune a one-over. "Nice boxers, man," he snickered.

"You recycle plastic, moron," Dil accused, pointing in the direction of the discarded milk jug. When Dil had become environmentally conscious was a complete mystery, but after seeing how dirty the streets could get it wasn't particularly surprising that he should care a bit.

The question made Dil pause for a second, apple inches away from his mouth, before he took a stubborn bite from it. He couldn't exactly admit he didn't know, could he? Well, hell. There was that one time he and Nyoka had settled down by the fire with a bottle of wine and made out or something, wasn't there?

"It's 'cause the majority are whores who will ******** anything that isn't Silver." he said, tossing the apple core into the trash. He soon turned his back to Rune, fishing through the fridge once more for something with more substance - eating the apple had only made him realize how ridiculously hungry he was. "Depends, though. Who did you screw, man?"

Absently, Dil wondered if he should ask the guy's name before discussing his sex life. Then he realized he really didn't give a damn about either and relieved the freezer of a carton of Moosetracks ice cream.

There was a sudden uneasy silence in the kitchen as Dil stopped swallowing spoonfuls of ice cream; instead, the spoon began to tremble ominously between his fingers, and his mouth hung open. Quietly, Dil dropped the spoon into the sink and set the ice cream gently, almost reverently, on the counter.

"I don't know who put you up to this," he began, calmly, "but that's not ******** funny. Seriously, a*****e. That is complete ******** bullshit."

Then Rune was suddenly on the floor, Dil's hands around his throat and thumping his horned head against the linoleum with such ferocity that it seemed as though the parrot Fa'e was out to kill him. The chair screeched away from them as Dil's large hands began to squeeze, lips pulled back over his teeth in pure, animal-like hostility.

"You think that's ******** funny you piece of s**t? Nyoka would never, NEVER ******** do something like that, and I will ******** KILL you for saying she would!"

Hel, she could do a lot better than the urine-stain he was currently throttling - namely, Dil. The little s**t would pay for lying like that.

Dil growled with rage as his hands were pried off, but Rune was much healthier than he was, and Dil was weak from lack of sleep and food. It wasn't too difficult to get his hands off Rune's throat, nor did he flinch away when Rune's fist connected with his beakish nose.

Instead he just grinned in the most unsettling manner imaginable. The kind of grin sociopaths made when they find a dead cat on the street. The kind of grin that did not look at all right when blood was dribbling out of his nostrils and over his lip.

"Oh. Oh that's it man. You punch me?"

Unfortunately for Rune, Dil had more experience fighting than he let on. He blocked out the pain throbbing through his nose and reached up on the table, searching for something, anything he could use as a weapon. Atharoff wasn't necessary yet, though it hung at its usual place against his thigh. No, he wanted something blunt and dull, so that Rune's pain would be slow and ever so fun.

His fingers curled around Rune's spoon and soon enough he had buried it in Rune's arm. Not particularly deep, but enough to make someone go "Did that person just stab me with a spoon?" It happened all in a matter of seconds - what Dil lacked in strength he made up for in breakneck speed.

"WELL THEN I ******** STAB YOU YOU LYING PIECE OF s**t."

And then he was on top of Rune once more, hoping that the spoon lodged in Rune's upperarm was enough to distract him as he tried to get a punch to Rune's jaw.

Dil dropped to the tiled floor quick as he could as the wooden chair sailed towards him, but in his desperation he had left his wings spread protectively - and uselessly - over himself. The chair hit them hard and bounced, falling on its side beside Dil while he wheezed with pain. His wings were sensitive, brittle things, and ******** that hurt.

Ahahahah. Pain? Aadil didn't feel pain. All he felt was adrenaline pumping through his veins at a hundred miles an hour like a drug and what happened last time he had a drug he ******** killed someone (though maybe it was just a dream) so things weren't looking too good for Rune at the moment because Dil had that kind of gleam in his eyes that was more than a little creepy and -

Dil's thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt and for a few seconds he gaped at Rune. Not that great? NOT THAT GREAT?

Maybe this wasn't a joke.

Oh gods. Oh gods. That was it. That was ******** it. Dil smash. Dil smash and Dil ******** rip off the head of the person who ******** his girlfriend.

"You - " he rasped, wings giving a pitiful little flap, "you. Oh my gods." He still couldn't breathe properly but it only gave him a more frightening demeanor, the way he puffed and wheezed. His eyes narrowed into slits. So Nyoka slept around on him huh? Nyoka ******** little shits like this?

Dil laughed suddenly and pushed himself up to his feet, grin something frightening twisted. "People who have ******** my girlfriend don't leave this kitchen alive." And since Dil was still a virgin and Rune apparently wasn't, it meant there was some smackdown to be had.

With another laugh he reached into the kitchen sink and pulled out glass, which he then hurled at Rune with all his might.

The bowl struck Dil's forehead with a noise not unlike a gong, and for a moment his head rang with it, eyes practically vibrating in their sockets. Cap'N Crunch fell like snowflakes, and it might've been a lot more dramatic had Dil a samurai sword or at least a funny hat. Alas, all he had was a throwing knife and a headscarf, but the look he gave Rune was enough to make anyone turn tail.

But it was given too late, and there was a sudden explosion of pain in his shoulder, quite unlike anything he had ever experienced. As blood welled out around the large piece of glass sticking out of his shoulder, Dil suddenly brought his knee up with horrible precision and nailed Rune right between the legs, smiling with a combination of pain and satisfaction.

"Doesn't feel like there's a lot to remember," he growled, and he brought his fist back to smash into Rune's face -

Unfortunately for him it was the the arm with a piece of glass stuck in it, and soon he yowled with pain, arm dropping to hang limp at his side.

"How heavy can one man be?" Nima said sarcastically. "All by myself, of course I can carry him!" The mage huffed as she dragged Kumoru into the kitchen by the arms. At least here they'd be safe from the door monsters.