[The only response that Abbacchio gets is a bunch of heart emojis, and then--
he has to wait for an hour before Avdol shows up, finally. Look, it takes a long time to fix your hair and get your chickens gathered since they all hid in the shop at the first sign of anguish! But the hour passes and he knocks a little less jauntily than normal (an announcement more than anything else, since he has a key and all), and the girls come flooding in ahead of him.
That hour didn't really do much, to be honest. He still looks like shit; several knots are about to come undone, his necklace is lopsided, and there are several large damp patches on the front of his jellabiya, but that's just how it is on this bitch of a planet.]
Leone? I brought egg tarts. They're a day old, but I've kept them cold so it'll be alright.
[Fuck, he kind of. Decided to keep himself huddled up in his bedroom after he dumped the wine. It was stupid, he shouldn't have gone out to buy it and he knew it was a bad choice, but it could've been worse. At least he didn't make any other stupid decisions other than be horribly sad on the network and at Avdol. He's done way worse, like trigger a whole stupidly naive idea in the first place. He knew it was naive and hopeless but it was nice to chase after it for awhile.
Well. Anyway. He hears Avdol and the girls, so he gets out of bed and reluctantly peers out, because he does feel like a mess. Makeup running down his face and everything! It's very emo.]
Hey. No, that's... that's fine. We'll put 'em in the fridge, have them when we're not feeling like complete garbage.
[Sure, they're both a mess, but he's going to pull Avdol into a fierce hug anyway. So there.]
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he has to wait for an hour before Avdol shows up, finally. Look, it takes a long time to fix your hair and get your chickens gathered since they all hid in the shop at the first sign of anguish! But the hour passes and he knocks a little less jauntily than normal (an announcement more than anything else, since he has a key and all), and the girls come flooding in ahead of him.
That hour didn't really do much, to be honest. He still looks like shit; several knots are about to come undone, his necklace is lopsided, and there are several large damp patches on the front of his jellabiya, but that's just how it is on this bitch of a planet.]
Leone? I brought egg tarts. They're a day old, but I've kept them cold so it'll be alright.
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Well. Anyway. He hears Avdol and the girls, so he gets out of bed and reluctantly peers out, because he does feel like a mess. Makeup running down his face and everything! It's very emo.]
Hey. No, that's... that's fine. We'll put 'em in the fridge, have them when we're not feeling like complete garbage.
[Sure, they're both a mess, but he's going to pull Avdol into a fierce hug anyway. So there.]