Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

Comments

Spam

[darknessb4me]

I can't trust you when you say things like that!

[He wants to bang his hand on a table for emphasis but he settles for gripping the edge of it, quietly. He will not lose control, not like the violent, careless man he apparently grows up to be.

Arthas takes a deep breath.]

A king can't behave like that. Indulging it only lets more people get hurt.

Re: Spam

[with_my_teacup]

I know. But what is done is done-- there will be a chance to make right if he remembers what you know.

What would you do, in my place?

Spam

[darknessb4me]

I can't decide that for you, but I won't accept this as inevitable.

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

Good. Nor should you. But I deal with this end of time. I cannot prevent; I must repair.

Spam

[darknessb4me]

When is he coming back? Can I talk to him?

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

No. When he returns, so will you. But he may remember what you want to tell.

[Riddick is not above trolling even now.]

You could leave him a message.

Spam

[darknessb4me]

I will. And I'll remember.