gecko (thegecko) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-16 07:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, daphne childs, gecko |
Who: Gecko and Daphne
Where: Kitchen
When: Tuesday night (backdated)
What: Hanging out
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: They're at least going to talk about something weird/gross at some point, let's be real.
Gecko wasn't entirely sure what he'd gotten himself into. Lucifer clearly had some expectations, but Gecko didn't. At the end of the day, it was just nice to talk to someone who didn't seem to think he was quite as weird as the others did. Or if she did, at least she hid it well. Gecko tended to collect people with stronger stomachs, on account of who he was as a person. But he was lonely here. He'd never realized how much he propped up his social needs with sociopaths needing someone to hack away at, or his sense of worth with work. Nothing like a weird haunted kidnapping hotel to give a guy existential issues. He thumbed through the library for a good cook book and came away with one that looked at least halfway decent. And doable. He tucked it under his arm and headed to the kitchen; he didn't know if he was relieved or not, to find it empty. "Fold in... fold in, what does that even mean," he murmured as he read a recipe, leaning on the counter. |