[WELL THAT'S EXCELLENT, having his own body back and all, everyone else being back to normal...
So Gilbert's apartment is the first he makes a beeline for, considering A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED and he couldn't do much about it, considering he was stuck floating around as a disembodied voice that couldn't even open doors for himself. In fact, he's taking advantage of the door-opening thing RIGHT NOW to let himself into the apartment again. At least the hour isn't stupid o'clock this time?!]
Gil! I'm coming in!
[He... he says after busting through the door... he's already standing in the living room HI GIL.]
[ for Gil, he really needs to get used to the most inopportune times of being barged in on by Oz. this is proven once again as at this current time he happens to be trying very hard to feed Dinah... because the cat is still here, for some reason. Anyway, it's been something of a standoff, with Dinah up on the kitchen counter, tail flicking with interest as Gil uses a.. uhm, literal shovel to try to get the piece of meat to the cat while maintaining as much distance as possible. It's taken six months for him to get the courage and control to do it this way instead of sneaking around to try bs drop it in her bowl when she isn't there.
Now, at least, the cat is willing to pick the meat up off the shovel and hop down to take it to her plate. But, sometimes she decides if he doesn't do it correctly she jumps into the shove and goes right for his face in joy.
Oz's timing couldn't be better (and by better we mean worse). With Gil already trying to steel himself to not give Dinah the opportunity to harass him on top if getting her meal, he isn't expecting a sudden knock at the door, nevermind Oz just entering.
So, this can only go one way; but there is no one word to describe such. He starts, causing himself to accidentally redistribute his weight but not compensate for the shovel length and weight... so it falters. But, he doesn't want the meat to fall off so he kind of without thinking turns back to try and catch it, meaning he sort of jumps forward... Right into the counter and the awaiting cat. And of course Dinah is all too happy to oblige and ATTACHES TO HIS HEAD.
And Oz will get the only appropriate response to his entrance: Gil screaming in the kitchen before there is a thud and silence.
Yes, entering will have a visual aftermath of Dinah picking up her piece of meat and trotting off to her bowl leaving Gilbert sprawled on the floor and maybe unconscious...
[THAT SURE IS a loud scream and a crash!! Oz would be more concerned, but he's heard this scream before... HIS FAVORITE SCREAM OF PANIC. So he's actually not surprised at all when he dashes into the kitchen and sees Dinah trotting away victoriously. In fact, he goes after the cat first like the truly loving friend he is...]
Diiinah! [Once he gets over to where she's happily chewing away at her dinner, he crouches down to pet her cute kitty head and gently scratch behind her ears.] I'm glad you're being fed well! Gil's doing a good job, right?
[Gil who may or may not be unconscious...
Luckily he's not feeling too sadistic today though, so he'll tromp back over to Gilbert's side soon enough and plop himself down on the floor.]
But this is a really sad sight... How long are you going to take a nap on the floor? [Reaching out to prod at his cheek...]
[ yes, master Oz, your servant and her designated personal head perch is feeding her terribly well. She purrs at the attention, even willing to stop paying attention to her dinner to mew and push her head up a bit against Oz's hand to display extra joy at head pats and ear scratches.
She guesses she will give unconscious seaweed head his space and go back to her meal once Oz goes to plop near him. AS FOR GILBERT...
he's somewhere between in between the two states right now, it's something like shock except he's managing to come out of it so not quite that terrible. Definitely still dazed and confused, though, because he doesn't do much at the prodding. Good thing this isn't an emergency like with Cheshire or anything. He does sort of reply to Oz's question. ]
...Al...ways... cats... wh...hY...
[ nevermind this loser isn't responding to anything at the moment. Sorry you have to see this, Oz. ]
[ well that's one way to do it. regardless of everything suddenly having a difficult time breathing (sure he could breathe through his mouth but it's not like he's actually thinking in this strange state of his. So after maybe half a minute Gil snaps up beside Oz with a nasally 'gAH' sound coming from his throat, both awake and ready to gasp in some air as if he was just dying over there.
He looks to Oz relatively quickly, though, taking another breath before asking. ]
Did you ask for something? [ it was a really drowned far off voice on his head at the time. ]
[A VICTORY. An underhanded victory but who's keeping track, not him!!
He'll mercifully let go of Gilbert's nose as soon as he sits upright, at least, since he might actually end up killing him or something at this rate. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, GIL. Instead, his hands come to rest against one of Gilbert's knees with a gentle pat, like he's reassuring some poor senile grandpa...]
Ah, it looks like your hearing is leaving you in your old age. That's no good! I really can't leave you alone at all, can I?
[He'll need to get walkers for all of his friends at this rate, how tragic...!!
But there is some marginally serious sentiment buried beneath the joking - something that makes his tone sound a little thinner than it might normally be.]
[ and that slight difference is what Gilbert notices, it far more than enough to erase the prickly irritation at being teased about old age. (But yes stop leaving him alone, Oz. He hates that part and will gladly accept you everywhere all the time.)
He reaches over then, bringing one hand to brush affectionately against Oz's hair before resting it on top of his head. There's the smallest smile, trying not to look concerned but hope rather than making Oz potentially shy away from disclosing what's bothering him instead make it slightly easier to open up to him. ]
He probably will be sticking close in the coming days, that said, since being without his body had been a more terrifying experience than he'd like to admit. Stuck in a state of quasi-nonexistence where he could only communicate with people through sound, where he was as good as gone to those who were deaf, not needing to eat or sleep - just... drifting. He can't recall his earliest memories well even now, but he imagines in must have been similar. An existence without any form of self-awareness wouldn't care, but Oz had been struck by how lonely it was.
That's just one of the things that happens to be on his mind, though it's not voiced just yet. His expression softens instead when he feels a hand against his head, reminded of how nice it is to have a body that can interact with the physical world.]
—I'm just thinking about how incredible it is that you would serve a meal to a cat first instead of your master! [Dastardly.
...But Oz came here for a reason today, beyond making sure that Gilbert was all right. He doesn't plan on shying away.]
[ it takes Gilbert a moment to process that, but he once he does he looks a little bit more than 'oh my god' because wow, Oz is right?! (and he doesn't even like that cat, either...!) ]
Erk— damn it, Dinah...?! [ stupid cat...!
Drawing his hand away, he immediately gets to his feet a little less gracefully than he would like to right now (time is of the essence here now), but at least he's on his feet and able to grab his apron and get to putting it on. ]
What would you like? Breakfast? Dinner...? Both—? [ the time is just about well enough for Oz to have whatever he wants. Or, you know, Oz being Oz can usually have whatever he wants, regardless. ]
[LAUGHING like a tyrant, and then following after Gilbert as he gets crackin. He's got his body back, Gil is as easy to fluster as ever, life is PRETTY GOOD. It's almost enough to distract him from the heavy topics that are about to be smacked down onto the counter!!]
Let's have breakfast for dinner! [BOTH. It's probably a little too early for dinner but whatever, they make their own rules here.
Anyway, he's going to be a kitchen helper apparently, merrily moseying his way over to the fridge and popping it open, sticking his head inside.] Do you have bacon and eggs?
[ he's definitely not going to argue, although he glances to the fridge as Oz asks his question, Gil still bringing some bowls down and setting them gently on the counter. ]
Yes, that I can be sure of. [ Dinah and Megumi are like meat monsters, so bacon is sort of a given and eggs he needs for at least just about everything else, even if not on their own, so Oz is pretty much lucky as ever.
...because, you know... it's not as if Gil would just go... GET whatever they didn't have, or anything... yep... definitely lucky... ]
[Gil no... no spree shopping on the verge of an Important Discussion!! Oz will dutifully pull out the bacon and eggs once he's found both, placing them on the counter next to the bowls that Gil's brought down.]
What about toast? Let's have some of that, too! You keep your bread over here, right?
[LIKE HE DOESN'T ALREADY KNOW he's totally making a beeline for it.]
Yeah. [ just another day with oz, it's default to answer him like that so... ]
What do you want with the toast? [ he goes back to the fridge now that oz is away from it, not quite remembering what is in there other than butter, but megumi did go shopping for him sometimes to make sure he magically had all the ingredients she demanded from him. He guesses he might have to thank her in the long run for making this situation much more catered to pretty much most of Oz's requests and any further ones he might have.
[Wow Gilbert, go thank people, it won't kill you!!
But he'll successfully rescue the loaf of bread from wherever it is, taking care to bring it back and place it on the counter wherever Gil's setting up his work.]
Hmm... [Like he really needs to think this over, either?!] What about something sweet? Do you have any jam or honey?
I have both. [ therefore you can have both, Oz!! Which means he'll being them back to set them on the counter, but away from the other ingredients since they'll be for the final touches rather than the eggs or any other prep work. ]
All right, I think we can pull this off without any missing items.
[Oz immediately goes for the jar of honey and pulls it over to himself, unscrewing the cap so he can rudely stick a finger in... He'll continue talking like he's not being a honey bandit, though!!]
I knew I could depend on Gil to be prepared! I haven't had any of your cooking in ages, so let's eat as soon as possible, okay?
[It's probably been like, a day. Maybe two... IT'S NOT RARE FOR OZ TO COME OVER TO DEMAND FOOD...]
[ and yet Oz never not continues to make him feel special, even with his exaggerations because Gil sucks this shit right up. At least, when it's from Oz.
Everyone else can jump off a bridge.
Also Oz, pls, no Winnie the Poohing over here!! But, Gil also doesn't seem to mind that Oz is doing it except for the comment: ]
It'll be fast; so don't fill yourself up on too much of that. [ you don't need that much sugar even in a lifetime for yourself, Oz!! ]
Gil doesn't even say anything, staring at Oz as he walks away to do exactly the opposite of what he just basically said not to do...!!
Which obviously just means Gil is going to turn on double time mode make this food in record time because why waste time telling him no, he needs to just feed his master properly instead of only have the honey available...?! ]
Because he really does grab a spoon and scoop out as much honey as possible, immediately sticking it into his mouth and sealing his cavity and diabetes-filled fate.]
Ah, Gil's moving at the speed of light—!
[HE'S LEAVING AGAIN... this time he comes back with a second spoon?!]
[ oh what a surprise Oz right in his path with a spoon to share in his gluttonous sugar fest with. How can one resist—
But Gil does, determined to finish this because that's way too much honey gone from that jar than when it originally left with you to find a spoon, Oz. Gil weaves the other, bringing the bowl of the uncooked scrambled eggs to the stove to pour them on and start preparing them because it's only GOOD if the eggs look pretty, too. ] ]
I'm okay; maybe after I finish this—! [ just in case Oz needed some reassurance the sharing thought counted ...
he's running by to get the bacon fixed though, just sit in a chair, Oz, he's got this! Or... Make yourself some toast with the toaster to go with your honey... ]
[Yes thanks for the much-needed reassurance Gilbert...
He's also not doing EITHER OF THOSE THINGS. Instead, he just starts tailing Gilbert around while he flits from spot to spot in the kitchen actually trying to get things accomplished. In The Way™...]
Is there anything I can help with?
[He says with the honey jar in one hand, Gilbert's spoon in the other, and another spoon still in his mouth.]
[ oh my god oz no you are making this very difficult..!!
Gil only can forever blame himself, though, because does he ask Oz to move out of the way or be careful of where he's walking/following/being a golden honey bear enjoying his newfound pre-dinner snack?
Not a chance.
Instead, he just works harder to maneuver correctly to not collide with the other in the process without having to slow down too much because haven't you ever been told if you just eat sugar you'll get parasites growing inside of you!! ]
Uhm...! You could start the toast or set the table, if you really want—but, really, you are just fine and don't need to do anything.
[which still includes having to move out of the way. Life problems of a dedicated servant. ]
[YEAH! YEAH!! HELL YEAH he's on a roll now and no one's going to stop him!! He'll put Gil's spoon down on the counter next to the honey jar, though he keeps his with him. Who knows why... just in case he gets a sudden craving in the middle of the Difficult Task that is putting pre-sliced bread into a toaster, maybe??
Which is the first thing he proceeds to do, lining up four pieces in the slots and cramming them down a little inelegantly BUT HEY, it gets the job done... He then goes back to rummaging around in the drawers, pulling out two sets of knives, spoons and forks. After that, he'll flounce off to go set the table, picking two places directly across from each other.]
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So Gilbert's apartment is the first he makes a beeline for, considering A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED and he couldn't do much about it, considering he was stuck floating around as a disembodied voice that couldn't even open doors for himself. In fact, he's taking advantage of the door-opening thing RIGHT NOW to let himself into the apartment again. At least the hour isn't stupid o'clock this time?!]
Gil! I'm coming in!
[He... he says after busting through the door... he's already standing in the living room HI GIL.]
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Now, at least, the cat is willing to pick the meat up off the shovel and hop down to take it to her plate. But, sometimes she decides if he doesn't do it correctly she jumps into the shove and goes right for his face in joy.
Oz's timing couldn't be better (and by better we mean worse). With Gil already trying to steel himself to not give Dinah the opportunity to harass him on top if getting her meal, he isn't expecting a sudden knock at the door, nevermind Oz just entering.
So, this can only go one way; but there is no one word to describe such. He starts, causing himself to accidentally redistribute his weight but not compensate for the shovel length and weight... so it falters. But, he doesn't want the meat to fall off so he kind of without thinking turns back to try and catch it, meaning he sort of jumps forward... Right into the counter and the awaiting cat. And of course Dinah is all too happy to oblige and ATTACHES TO HIS HEAD.
And Oz will get the only appropriate response to his entrance: Gil screaming in the kitchen before there is a thud and silence.
Yes, entering will have a visual aftermath of Dinah picking up her piece of meat and trotting off to her bowl leaving Gilbert sprawled on the floor and maybe unconscious...
Welcome back Oz...?! ]
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Diiinah! [Once he gets over to where she's happily chewing away at her dinner, he crouches down to pet her cute kitty head and gently scratch behind her ears.] I'm glad you're being fed well! Gil's doing a good job, right?
[Gil who may or may not be unconscious...
Luckily he's not feeling too sadistic today though, so he'll tromp back over to Gilbert's side soon enough and plop himself down on the floor.]
But this is a really sad sight... How long are you going to take a nap on the floor? [Reaching out to prod at his cheek...]
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She guesses she will give unconscious seaweed head his space and go back to her meal once Oz goes to plop near him. AS FOR GILBERT...
he's somewhere between in between the two states right now, it's something like shock except he's managing to come out of it so not quite that terrible. Definitely still dazed and confused, though, because he doesn't do much at the prodding. Good thing this isn't an emergency like with Cheshire or anything. He does sort of reply to Oz's question. ]
...Al...ways... cats... wh...hY...
[ nevermind this loser isn't responding to anything at the moment. Sorry you have to see this, Oz. ]
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He'll prod his cheek once or twice more and then graduate to a light slap if he rudely continues to stay in semi-shock.]
Come ooon, Gil! [HE'S NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER HERE.] Dinah's left already. How long are you going to make me wait for breakfast?
[PROD PROD pinching Gilbert's nose shut like a little demon...]
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He looks to Oz relatively quickly, though, taking another breath before asking. ]
Did you ask for something? [ it was a really drowned far off voice on his head at the time. ]
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He'll mercifully let go of Gilbert's nose as soon as he sits upright, at least, since he might actually end up killing him or something at this rate. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, GIL. Instead, his hands come to rest against one of Gilbert's knees with a gentle pat, like he's reassuring some poor senile grandpa...]
Ah, it looks like your hearing is leaving you in your old age. That's no good! I really can't leave you alone at all, can I?
[He'll need to get walkers for all of his friends at this rate, how tragic...!!
But there is some marginally serious sentiment buried beneath the joking - something that makes his tone sound a little thinner than it might normally be.]
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He reaches over then, bringing one hand to brush affectionately against Oz's hair before resting it on top of his head. There's the smallest smile, trying not to look concerned but hope rather than making Oz potentially shy away from disclosing what's bothering him instead make it slightly easier to open up to him. ]
...Something on your mind?
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He probably will be sticking close in the coming days, that said, since being without his body had been a more terrifying experience than he'd like to admit. Stuck in a state of quasi-nonexistence where he could only communicate with people through sound, where he was as good as gone to those who were deaf, not needing to eat or sleep - just... drifting. He can't recall his earliest memories well even now, but he imagines in must have been similar. An existence without any form of self-awareness wouldn't care, but Oz had been struck by how lonely it was.
That's just one of the things that happens to be on his mind, though it's not voiced just yet. His expression softens instead when he feels a hand against his head, reminded of how nice it is to have a body that can interact with the physical world.]
—I'm just thinking about how incredible it is that you would serve a meal to a cat first instead of your master! [Dastardly.
...But Oz came here for a reason today, beyond making sure that Gilbert was all right. He doesn't plan on shying away.]
We can talk while we eat.
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Erk— damn it, Dinah...?! [ stupid cat...!
Drawing his hand away, he immediately gets to his feet a little less gracefully than he would like to right now (time is of the essence here now), but at least he's on his feet and able to grab his apron and get to putting it on. ]
What would you like? Breakfast? Dinner...? Both—? [ the time is just about well enough for Oz to have whatever he wants. Or, you know, Oz being Oz can usually have whatever he wants, regardless. ]
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Let's have breakfast for dinner! [BOTH. It's probably a little too early for dinner but whatever, they make their own rules here.
Anyway, he's going to be a kitchen helper apparently, merrily moseying his way over to the fridge and popping it open, sticking his head inside.] Do you have bacon and eggs?
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[ he's definitely not going to argue, although he glances to the fridge as Oz asks his question, Gil still bringing some bowls down and setting them gently on the counter. ]
Yes, that I can be sure of. [ Dinah and Megumi are like meat monsters, so bacon is sort of a given and eggs he needs for at least just about everything else, even if not on their own, so Oz is pretty much lucky as ever.
...because, you know... it's not as if Gil would just go... GET whatever they didn't have, or anything... yep... definitely lucky... ]
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What about toast? Let's have some of that, too! You keep your bread over here, right?
[LIKE HE DOESN'T ALREADY KNOW he's totally making a beeline for it.]
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What do you want with the toast? [ he goes back to the fridge now that oz is away from it, not quite remembering what is in there other than butter, but megumi did go shopping for him sometimes to make sure he magically had all the ingredients she demanded from him. He guesses he might have to thank her in the long run for making this situation much more catered to pretty much most of Oz's requests and any further ones he might have.
...he doesn't want to thank her, though, ugh. ]
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But he'll successfully rescue the loaf of bread from wherever it is, taking care to bring it back and place it on the counter wherever Gil's setting up his work.]
Hmm... [Like he really needs to think this over, either?!] What about something sweet? Do you have any jam or honey?
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All right, I think we can pull this off without any missing items.
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I knew I could depend on Gil to be prepared! I haven't had any of your cooking in ages, so let's eat as soon as possible, okay?
[It's probably been like, a day. Maybe two... IT'S NOT RARE FOR OZ TO COME OVER TO DEMAND FOOD...]
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Everyone else can jump off a bridge.
Also Oz, pls, no Winnie the Poohing over here!! But, Gil also doesn't seem to mind that Oz is doing it except for the comment: ]
It'll be fast; so don't fill yourself up on too much of that. [ you don't need that much sugar even in a lifetime for yourself, Oz!! ]
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I won't, I won't! [WAVING HIS FREE HAND.] This is really good, though. I think I could eat a whole spoonful by itself...
[He's turning around... he's walking away... he's digging through Gil's drawers to find a spoon.]
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Gil doesn't even say anything, staring at Oz as he walks away to do exactly the opposite of what he just basically said not to do...!!
Which obviously just means Gil is going to turn on double time mode make this food in record time because why waste time telling him no, he needs to just feed his master properly instead of only have the honey available...?! ]
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Because he really does grab a spoon and scoop out as much honey as possible, immediately sticking it into his mouth and sealing his cavity and diabetes-filled fate.]
Ah, Gil's moving at the speed of light—!
[HE'S LEAVING AGAIN... this time he comes back with a second spoon?!]
Do you want some, too?
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But Gil does, determined to finish this because that's way too much honey gone from that jar than when it originally left with you to find a spoon, Oz. Gil weaves the other, bringing the bowl of the uncooked scrambled eggs to the stove to pour them on and start preparing them because it's only GOOD if the eggs look pretty, too. ]
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I'm okay; maybe after I finish this—! [ just in case Oz needed some reassurance the sharing thought counted ...
he's running by to get the bacon fixed though, just sit in a chair, Oz, he's got this! Or... Make yourself some toast with the toaster to go with your honey... ]
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He's also not doing EITHER OF THOSE THINGS. Instead, he just starts tailing Gilbert around while he flits from spot to spot in the kitchen actually trying to get things accomplished. In The Way™...]
Is there anything I can help with?
[He says with the honey jar in one hand, Gilbert's spoon in the other, and another spoon still in his mouth.]
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Gil only can forever blame himself, though, because does he ask Oz to move out of the way or be careful of where he's walking/following/being a golden honey bear enjoying his newfound pre-dinner snack?
Not a chance.
Instead, he just works harder to maneuver correctly to not collide with the other in the process without having to slow down too much because haven't you ever been told if you just eat sugar you'll get parasites growing inside of you!! ]
Uhm...! You could start the toast or set the table, if you really want—but, really, you are just fine and don't need to do anything.
[which still includes having to move out of the way. Life problems of a dedicated servant. ]
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[YEAH! YEAH!! HELL YEAH he's on a roll now and no one's going to stop him!! He'll put Gil's spoon down on the counter next to the honey jar, though he keeps his with him. Who knows why... just in case he gets a sudden craving in the middle of the Difficult Task that is putting pre-sliced bread into a toaster, maybe??
Which is the first thing he proceeds to do, lining up four pieces in the slots and cramming them down a little inelegantly BUT HEY, it gets the job done... He then goes back to rummaging around in the drawers, pulling out two sets of knives, spoons and forks. After that, he'll flounce off to go set the table, picking two places directly across from each other.]
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