semi-closed; cozy leisure time

[lapislazily]

WHO: Black Order members and anyone else they want to invite.
WHERE: Arcadia apartments, in the rec center!
WHEN: Forward-dated to 5/6
WHAT: While POKEGO fights over nerd shit, the Addams Family has a potluck.
WARNINGS: Language, but I'll update if there's violence over the potato salad.

[There are several long tables pushed together to accommodate a small crowd, and all are draped in crimson and gold tablecloths. Two are set up with enough space for all the dishes people are bringing. It should be an impressive spread, if only because no one wants Velvet to eat them instead of the food... There are plates and silverware on the ends, and napkins. For drinks: there's a quick boil tea kettle and a more traditional one for people who insist on having their tea a certain way, some kind of fruit punch, water, generic brand soda, and whatever else people decide to contribute.

The other two tables are for people to sit at. Someone has taken the time to fold extra napkins in a stupidly fancy way and set them as decoration. As for chairs, there are twelve and then some, just in case someone wanted to bring a friend. Unfortunately, the Black Order can't count so who knows if that will even get noticed.

It's not high class, but with all the food spread out... it sure looks tasty.]

[ooc: Threadjack away!]

Comments

[infezione]

Oh, it's not an intrusion at all!

[Is Fugo surprised Zhongli has a kid? Oh, absolutely, but that's not important right now. He can process that info later.

He smiles as he motions for Xiao to sit nearby.]

Patrizio Fugo. It's nice to meet you, too.

[alatum]

[ xiao spares a glance towards zhongli before shifting his weight, taking the seat beside fugo with a soft thank you. don't mind that he sits somewhat awkwardly, as though he hadn't really thought of what to do past the point of introducing himself... because he honestly didn't. ]

[infezione]

[Well, Fugo's the last person who'd comment on any awkwardness--he's a pretty awkward person himself, and frankly, the situation doesn't help.]

What sort of stuff do you like?

[As he helps himself to some of the fried rice. It's, uh... pretty to the point and far from the best ice breaker but it's the best Fugo's got at the moment.]

[alatum]

[ it's certainly difficult, despite how determined xiao is to at least make some form of attempt. even before zhongli he had very little experience in socializing, brought out of the dark only when he master needed him for one thing or another. his gaze flicks between the people gathered, his father, and fugo as the other speaks again and xiao blinks, almost surprised to be asked a question. ]

In regards to what exactly? [ food? drink? hobbies? fugo you can't just ask such a broad question!! ]

[infezione]

Well, food and drink is probably more immediately relevant, given the situation... but I'm curious about what hobbies you like too.

[alatum]

Oh.

[ that should have been obvious, shouldn't it? xiao's expression becomes almost sheepish for a moment before he clears his throat. ]

I... like almond tofu. [ a beat. ] I have little love for most food, but the taste and texture of almond tofu is pleasant. [ is that a satisfactory answer? he doesn't know but he's being honest at least! ] As for hobbies... I enjoy playing music sometimes.

[infezione]

Almond tofu, huh? Alright, I'll remember that.

[He perks up a little at the mention of music.]

What instrument, if I may ask?

[alatum]

[ he can't help but be a little suspicious about that but chooses not to say anything about it, head tilting in an almost bird-like way. ]

Flute. [ a beat and xiao pulls out a flute from his jacket. ] A dizi to be exact. My father taught me how to play when I was still young.

[infezione]

[Don't worry about it, Xiao. Food just tends to be Fugo's go-to gift.

Though, his eyes light up a bit when Xiao pulls the flute from his jacket.]

That's so cool... I've read about those, but I've never heard one played before.

[alatum]

[ he is gentle with the way he handles it, fingers gently brushing over the flute. ]

Perhaps I can play for you sometime. [ not here, not today. he tucks the flute away. ]