Re: [manor: misha and jason]
Misha, he was real lost in thought when Jason walked in. He wasn't surprised any, on account of Jason having been staying on their couch long 'nough now that Misha could tell the other boy was nearing, and even when he wasn't nowhere nearby. It was just something that came from being 'round folks, and he looked up slow from his perusal of the fridge door. And, now, he wasn't no dummy. He knew Jason was fixing to distract him with cocoa, and he reckoned that was real sweet. He wasn't inclined to have cocoa, and this kitchen and all its still wasn't never going to be distraction for Misha. For Misha, distraction came with melody and harmony, and he was yearning real keening for the carnival as he stood there.
He turned and looked at the kitchen island, watching things tumble from the bag Jason has carried in. Now, Misha, he hadn't experienced a lot of things in life, but he'd had cocoa. Not this kind, could be, since his kind had been made with water and something from a packet you shook 'fore tearing open, but he knew the makings of the treat as it spread itself on out over the wood.
But, now, cooking, that wasn't something that was required in Heaven or Bellevue, and Misha took the pot and carried it over to the stove, which he stared at like it spoke some language he wasn't never introduced to. But, it couldn't be real hard, he reckoned, and he set the pot on the front burner. Using the pictures on the back of the stove, he turned the heat on up to high. Now, the boy didn't put anything in the pot, on account of not having been told to put anything in the pot. He just turned, and he looked at Jason. He knew he should say something, but the words just wouldn't come, and that was something happening more recent lately. He wasn't real sure when it had turned easier to be quiet, but it was something he recalled from his childhood, and it came with that same feeling he'd had when trying to talk to Damian's kin on the forums and failing awful.