(closed) and in that sleep of death, what dreams may come

[graftage]

Who: John Steinbeck and everyone who has the misfortune to walk into his dreamland
Where: Leith and Westerley, everywhere pretty much
When: week 6 - 9
Summary: Steinbeck has some dreams. They're not very nice dreams.
Restrictions/Warnings: Body horror verging on gore, violence, murder, Cthulhu, plants, etc. Basically: MESSED UP STUFF.

[This log is a catch-all log for the dreams Steinbeck will be sharing with others! If you want me to write up a unique dream prompt for your character, just PM me or hit me up at vampirize to plot stuff!]

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[fledges]

[This is a far cry from the dinners Kate had with her family growing up. Everyone is happy to be here—everyone wants to be here, and there's no awkward silences or forced conversation or someone making an excuse to slip away halfway through. His family is huge, too, something she knew, but it's much different to actually experience it. She's trying to keep the names straight in her head when he asks her if he should pass her anything, and she smiles at him.]

I don't have any more room on my plate, John.

[There is an insane amount of food here.]

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Hey, now, if you don't take something, you know my Ma will chew you out for it.

[He says, semi-seriously - his mother is an imposing figure on a good day, and an exceptional cook even when dealing with the bare minimum of ingredients. He can't say getting on her bad side is a good idea.]

Besides - [He winks as he leans over to her.] - I can always sneak stuff off your plate if you're not hungry enough to eat it.

[fledges]

[Kate smiles, kissing his cheek surreptitiously when he leans in. It's quick and very chaste and hopefully mostly unnoticeable. She whispers in response, her tone almost conspiratorial.]

You'd do that for me? What if you get in trouble?

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Believe me, you live in this family long enough, and you find ways to get away with things you're not supposed to be doing.

[With that, he reaches forward for the salt, but secretively uses his arm to cover the fact that he's using his fork to sneak a few pieces of potato off her plate onto his own.]

[He sits back in his seat, winking at her as he offers the salt shaker.]

Need some?

[fledges]

[She watches quietly, still smiling, and then takes the salt from him when he offers it.]

Very sneaky. I'm impressed. What else do you get away with that I don't notice?

[graftage]

[He laughs, a faint blush on his cheeks at the slight compliment. It feels nice that he's about to wow her like that, though the question is...discomforting.]

[He glances, unconsciously, to the dark, dark windows.]

Oh, nothing too worrying. [He says, chewing on one of the stolen potatoes.] Believe me, I'm probably not the best at getting away with stuff. Ma still catches me from time to time.