It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state {Active}

[lyricalsummons]

Character(s): Lenne, The Doctor (Eleven)
Content: The Songstress and The Doctor do brunch… followed by investigating~
Setting: Yuna/Tidus/Eleven’s apartment, then… the Netherworld???
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None, at the moment, will update when applicable.




Lenne felt surprisingly confident about heading out to meet a man she didn’t know (who was living with her closest friend), to see what could be done about… the state of things. The situation called for action, and she’d had just about enough of secluding herself away with nothing but nightmares and indecision. So, she took a chance, and before she could lose her nerve she was heading out on foot across Paixao, until she wound up at the door of Yuna’s apartment.

Lenne raised her hand to knock, and hesitated as a flash of guilt coursed through her as she realized she was here to see someone else, when she should have been in contact with Yuna much sooner. She let out a heavy sigh, took in a new breath, and knocked with what she hoped was a confident cadence.

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[shout_geronimo]

The Doctor grinned enthusiastically as he closed the door after them, leading Lenne to the dining room, where he pulled out a chair for her. To be honest, he'd probably gone overboard, what with all the food he'd made - but what the hell, that's what leftovers were for. Then again, he'd made brunch, so it was only natural (or so it seemed), that he'd made an abundance of food. "It's no trouble," he assured her with a wave of his hand. "Brunch is a fun word. It sounded like crunch, only I didn't make a lot of crunchy foods. Well, I dunno, I suppose the bacon's crunchy." Brunch didn't really lend itself to crunchiness unless you included things like celery. They'd been out of that.

Brushing away the thoughts, he pushed in Lenne's chair for her once she'd sat down and moved to the opposite side of the table, moving some food onto his plate. The tea and juice he'd made were in the center (orange was a popular choice for breakfast juice, wasn't it?), in a clear spot so it was easy to reach - they really didn't need the juice being buried under the waffles.