[ Patience used to be a virtue she possessed, but now all Rogue feels is anxiety, a nervous thrum in her chest as she begins pacing. There's an urge from the symbiote to be make this peace, but more than that, she needs it. But she also needs a distraction, and so she passes the minutes by finding them some tea, pouring two hot cups and waiting with them in one of the corners of the room. ]
[ It takes him less than "a few minutes". By now, he knows a handful of shortcuts throughout the encampments -- from docks to the "Carbauschian" barracks barely takes him a minute, if he walks fast and nobody stumbles into his way. He enters backwards, his arms full of two, semi-damp baskets, one weighed down with enough eel-like creature to feed at least half of the nest. The half that isn't absolutely sick of seafood, that is. ( He's not; he comes from Japan, after all. The food may be alien, but it's a familiarity. As long as there's spice to go with it, he'll eat it until he's sick of it. ) ]
All right. I'm here, what do you want to say?
[ It might be petulant, but he sits on the floor with his basket of eel and begins to peel off his robes. Unraveling them, exposing blonde hair and red eyes. Broad shoulders and lean arms, before he purposefully begins to prep eels for consumption. ]
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[ Patience used to be a virtue she possessed, but now all Rogue feels is anxiety, a nervous thrum in her chest as she begins pacing. There's an urge from the symbiote to be make this peace, but more than that, she needs it. But she also needs a distraction, and so she passes the minutes by finding them some tea, pouring two hot cups and waiting with them in one of the corners of the room. ]
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All right. I'm here, what do you want to say?
[ It might be petulant, but he sits on the floor with his basket of eel and begins to peel off his robes. Unraveling them, exposing blonde hair and red eyes. Broad shoulders and lean arms, before he purposefully begins to prep eels for consumption. ]