[I Shot the Sheriff]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He did a bad thing today. It's rather sobering but he did it...and it was easy. It felt good, but at the same time so horrible.

BUT

He knows the old man will regenerate with a more focused anger than before, and frankly, Snake isn't ready to take the brunt of that.]

Sshhhhit.

[Snake wanders back to the bar, sits down, and hangs his head, thinking, trying to figure out what to do for when the old man returns. He could use some help but he's got no one. He's not surprised by this, or even all that saddened. He knows he did it to himself and he's not surprised that he finds himself alone again.]

((ooc: Snake is an idiot. Oy vey.))

Comments

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I don't remember.

[He looks at her.]

_{Don't let go?}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

...

I won't, as long as you promise to try and eat something if I make it for you?

[She was trying her best to put on a brave face, but she hated seeing him like this...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...alright.

[He furrows his brows, unsure about this, but what does he have to lose? Her friendship if he doesn't comply, that's what.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[More like being subjected to her fretting and stubborn nature.]

[As promised, she kept her arms around him as she gently eased off his lap, encouraging him to stand.]

I haven't stocked up on food in a while. You mind if we head to the kitchen instead?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He gets up slowly on somewhat shaky legs. He's still not feeling so well from what he's done.]

It's fine. Yeah.

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Her hands motioned down to clasp into Dave's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze and then began to take a slow stroll back out into the hallway in search of the kitchen.]

What can you stomach right now? I'm not that great of a cook, so simplistic is better. _{Especially since I don't want to poison you on top of this.}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. I'm not hungry.

[Right now, he's just happy to walk with her.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Snake. You said you'd eat something.

[She stared at him with a frown, but kept their hands clasped together. Another squeeze, followed by the gentle motion of her thumb massaging his knuckles.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright...

[Seeing her pouty little frown breaks his heart.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Maybe a liquid-based product, or something bland so it won't upset your stomach. If you haven't eaten much of anything, it's best not to force a three-course meal down your throat.

[Halie coaxed Dave into the kitchen. She encouraged him to take a seat on one of the more comfortable seats and immediately started checking cupboards.]

Spaghetti? Or uh... noodles... Spaghetti noodles?

Or a broth-based ramen. The slurpy texture should help. They're pretty filling. Hmh... or just a sandwich?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He slumps in a nearby chair.]

Anything is fine, Halie. I'm not picky.

[He sighs, sounding a bit tired and defeated.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Alright...

[She breathed out a bit, grabbing a packet of spaghetti noodles. She opened out the packet, and then found a pot of tomato puree for the mix. It was instant because she didn't trust her own cooking. This was better than nothing anyway.]

[She turned to look for a pan and added some water into it, before bringing it up to heat on the stove.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He looks over to what she is doing, watching her with some interest.]

_{Hn. Is that tasty?}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She stirred the spaghetti and the puree together, mixing it up and tried to make it as tasty as possible. She added a pinch of salt and pepper, and then found some basil leaves to mix in.]

You wanna try some?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He lifts his head, but just barely.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She collects some onto the wooden spoon and offers it up to his lips, an intent look on her face. She purses his lips, almost mirroring his actions.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He takes a tentative lick.]

Mm. Not bad.

Pretty tasty, actually.

[He finishes off that spoonful.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Yeah? As long as you're enjoying it, Snake!

[A smile breaks onto her face as she witnesses her friend taking the entire spoonful.]

How's the pasta? Do you need it in for a little longer?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Mmh, no. It's perfect.

[He really wants to eat it now that he's got a taste for it.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay!

[Halie laughs at the eagerness in Dave's voice, but it pleases her to hear that he may have gotten his appetite back. She grabs a bowl and takes the pot off the stove, before emptying the contents inside.]

Here we go... [She hands him his meal with a smile.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He takes the bowl and immediately begins consuming it, eagerly yet reserved in his speed. It tastes good and Halie made it for him; that is motivation enough for him to try and eat.]