He followed her obediently, like a dog to its master. Or a dog to its master who had ice cream sundaes in store for them both.
Once they entered the kitchen, Rex made himself right at home and sat down on one of the chairs. Naturally, his gaze always lingered on the ice cream, though it passed to Limey once in a while. Other than that, he tried not to look around too much. The teen didn’t want to seem nosy.
"Can I pass on the jam?" Rex eyed the various jars and all their flavours. "I still think it’s blood. I mean, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing in this house." He said pointedly, eyes flicking to the snake peering at them from the cupboards. Of course he’d noticed; it was Providence training that kicked in and always told him to be perceptive of his surroundings.
The E.V.O continued. “Besides, man-” Hey, he could actually call her that now. “-Jam is too healthy. Do you have any chocolate syrup? Or caramel?” He asked, just to be polite. As if he hadn’t managed to fit some small containers of the stuff in his pockets. When it came to ice cream- or any kind of food, anyways -Rex was always prepared.
"Oh, come on. I told you it wasn’t", Limey huffed over his shoulder. "Besides, I already cleaned up the mess from earlier." The snake overhead hissed quietly, as if laughing, and slithered toward the ends of the cupboards. Limey took a small glance up to follow Rex’s gaze, shrugged once, then muttered, "Neither is Doodles."
He was about to hit off on a minor rant on how jam was hardly healthy when it was a mixture of fruit and enough sugar to keep the insides from going furry for as long as they had managed in the basement, but rolled his eyes instead. Besides, he’d found a pair of tall glasses that he figured would be just right for sundaes. Plus there was something else to wonder about:
"Chocolate syrup?", he questioned, standing upright with a glass in either hand. "Chocolate and syrup, as separate entities, yeah, I can get. But chocolate syrup? How does that even work?”
Taking a pause in his confused rambling, he added, “We don’t have that. Or caramel. Sorry. But we do have honey, if you want?”
Guilt began to wash over him at her melancholy giggle. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” Bowing his head he thought on where he had been all that time. “It was crazy back at the castle. I couldn’t get away…until now.”
"It’s okay", she reassured him. "Life happens. Work gets crazy. At least you’re free now!" Squeezing him a hug once more, she stepped back. "What say you to taking a trip London? I’m not sure you’ve visited before?"
Feeling her hands move from his eyes to his middle he shook his head. “At least I can see.” Chuckling he brought his hands to her arms. “It’s been a while, huh?”
"Heck yeah it’s been a while", she agreed with an almost sad giggle. Aw man she’d missed him. "How’ve you been?"
Caught off guard by the sudden lighting change Roxas nearly jumped from where he sat. “Geeze! Give me a break Limey!”
Chuckling, she took away her hands and hugged him. “Yeah, nope. Not happening. Not until hugs are finished.”
Salem looked up at Limey. “Really? Heh, thank you for not laughing. Others in my school did when I was reading.” He felt comfortable around Limey, there was an air about him that kept him relaxed and content.
"Hm, yes it has some romance in it. It’s a series called Strange Angels. This girl and her father are hunters and go after things like vampires and stuff. Her dad becomes a zombie and she had to kill him and it turns out she is a very important type of vampire who gets their powers when she turns a certain age.” Salem could go on, four books in the series and so much to tell but he wouldn’t spoil it for Limey. “There is a love triangle in it between the girl, a vampire, and a Loup Garou, which is a form of werewolf.”
He listened with an expression of growing interest as Salem described the series. While the idea of a love triangle was confusing, he found the idea very interesting. Plus he was curious as to how a ‘Loup Garou’ was possibly different to other werewolves he’d read about.
Eager to read it, he stretched back to examine the book titles surrounding them, scanning them for the title Salem had given. As he did he said, “Musta been pretty crazy for the girl, to find out she was something she had to hunt.”
"I’m so bored," the blond huffed. "Why is no one ever around?"
She slunk over and clapped her hands over his eyes, a sly grin spread wide across her face.
What. What was he talking about? This was too much to take in at once… especially when the boy was talking all in a rush, like everything he’d just said was one big hulking sentence.
Rex immediately pressed a finger to Limey’s mouth- it looked morethan a little weird now that she was a guy -and mirrored the action with his other arm. “No.” He repeated simply, flatly. “No, no, I’m not going to listen to this until I have ice cream.”
"It doesn’t really matter to me if you’re.. actually an alien or something, since I do know Ben now, but-” The E.V.O. paused. “For lack of better words, you’re coming on too fast.”
He looked over at the retreating form of Crow and Amber. “Those two were interesting enough. How about we talk all this over those sundaes? Sugar always keeps me calm, amazingly. And I’ve got a lot of questions.” Rex lifted an eyebrow.
Limey’s reaction was immediate: shushing and listening to Rex talk in silence. Now he was quiet he could figure that maybe he’d…babbled. Badly.
Once Rex’d finished, Limey was silent still for a good few second before pushing away the ‘quiet’ finger and nodding. “Okay. You make a far point. C’mon, kitchen is this way. We can make sundaes there.”
The prospect of a lot of questions made him slightly nervous, but he kept the expression off his face as much as possible as he lead the way through another set of large doors into a long room, which looked like a living room and kitchen pushed together. Shuffling into the kitchen section, he placed the ice-cream on a table between various jam jars, and began rummaging through cupboards, looking for fancy ice-cream glasses such as those he’d seen online.
"You wanna choose what sort of jam you want?", Limey called over his shoulder. "I haven’t finished finding out what flavours there are, but there is strawberry in there. Somewhere."
There was also a feathered snake watching them from on top of the cupboards.
Andy flicked his gaze over at her cards, “Yeah.” he whispered, then shot a suspicious glance over at the suited man at their table. Andy still had a mission to complete, so anything even remotely suspicious had to be accounted for. For all he knew, the man Andy was tracking could very well be sitting right next to him in plain sight.
Glad something was going right, she watched as Tracksuit guy muttered, “Hit” and gained another card, whereas Suit guy casually said, “Stand”, waving away another card.
Limey hummed and ‘um’ed when the dealer looked to her before stammering, “Hit.” She got a six of diamonds, which she flicked over to show Andy.
Salem peeked up at Limey and shrugged. He did enjoy all types of books but those two were his most favourite genres. “Well, it’s kind of stupid. I’m a sucker for romance and I like reading a book and two characters fall in love, it’s a beautiful thing.” His cheeks got even more red, if that was possible. “It’s a little embarrassing because romance is typically for girls.”
"Nah man", Limey chuckled. "I think that’s pretty sweet." Certainly sounded like a legit reason, although he couldn’t figure out why romance was typically for girls. He couldn’t stand the stuff normally.
Feeling like he’d gotten a good conversation line going, he asked, “So is your favourite book a romance?”