grimm cmo

[vigilantics]

for all of your post-grimm shenanigans! 💕🔪
notes: she went back to gotham with hikage and belph, can world hop, got the leggy back

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[melancoffeea]

[ don't you dare

how is yona doing? they didn't talk much about current affairs. sandalphon has never been very interested in prying—which he realizes means that he's poor company. ]

She seemed fine. The way she carried herself was different . . . She'd cut her hair, too.

[vigilantics]

Oh, that must look cute...

[ carried herself differently though... maybe something happened? hm. ]

I could bring others to come see you if you want.

[ why would he want that ]

[melancoffeea]

[ why would he want that ]

No. [ the response is given quickly. ] You don't have to do that. I'm not good company.

[ at least he admits it. ]

[vigilantics]

Eh, so your social skills aren't the best. Who cares?

[ ... i mean she isn't going to lie and say that they are. ]

[melancoffeea]

It's not just that. You may not realize it now, but this crew is always on the move. I don't have the luxury of entertaining one of you every time you appear.

[vigilantics]

I mean, I think we're all busy back home. I know I am. So we could always just drop by again when you're not busy.

[ or just get sucked into the adventure which is how gbf seems to work anyway ]

[melancoffeea]

[ sandalphon snorts, softly. ]

It might be years before that happens. I doubt anyone wants to wait that long.

[vigilantics]

Okay, fine, then we'll visit when you're busy.

[ problem solved. ]

[melancoffeea]

[ no. ]

Where does that reasoning qualify as sound? Besides, don't you have business in your world?

[vigilantics]

I can step out between cases.

[ she isn't the only costumed vigilante running around gotham. ]

[melancoffeea]

[ and he's the only supreme primarch running around the sky realm. his shoulders sag in a silent sigh while he waits by the counter for the coffee to percolate. ]

Do as you please.

[ obviously, she's not going to leave him alone. ]

[vigilantics]

[ he can't even use his full powers like

it's fine? ]

Don't worry. I'll be good.

[melancoffeea]

[ it is not fine. none of this is fine. ]

I'm not worried.

[ he grabs an assortment of supplements for the coffee—sugar, milk, the works. then he grabs a pair of cups, pours the finished brew into them, and offers one to stephanie. ]

It's been a while. I don't know how you like your coffee.

[vigilantics]

It's fine, I won't force you to ruin it with your own two hands.

[ he seems like the kind of guy who might drink it as Pure as possible??

meanwhile, steph is gonna add both milk and sugar. ]

[melancoffeea]

[ ?

he stares for a moment, unsure of what she means, before he adds sugar himself. countless years of practice have improved the taste of his brew. enjoy. ]

[vigilantics]

Hm. You seemed like the kind of thing who'd take it black and strong.

[melancoffeea]

I do, sometimes.

How is yours?

[vigilantics]

It's pretty good.

[ she takes another sip. ]

It's kind of funny how no matter how different all our different worlds can be, we still have similarities like this.

[melancoffeea]

[ . . . okay. he'll bite. ]

I suppose it is. How did coffee originate in your world?

[vigilantics]

I think it came about a couple of centuries ago? Somewhere in Asia.

[ she pauses. ]

Or Africa? I don't think historians are exactly sure which.

[melancoffeea]

I see . . . A couple of centuries, huh. It's history is rather young.

[vigilantics]

It could be older, but I think that's as far as recorded history goes.

What about you?

[melancoffeea]

Who knows? All I can say is that I first tasted coffee two thousand years ago.

[ he is a senior citizen. ]

[vigilantics]

Ah.

How old are you again?

[melancoffeea]

Mm? About as old as that time. Why?