>>6093536“Of course. Redis, good to see you've recovered well.” you say to him, then turn to Redis and address the woman you'd nearly killed. Twice. Her eyes narrow at you, but she doesn't say anything, the woman who has seemingly been eating well turning and ducking under his arm to walk inside the house. As she turns, you notice a dull gleam, the light catching on a ring around her left hand's ring finger. You feel a stab of pain in your guts, one of jealousy and regret, but steel yourself against it. You made your choices, foolish as they were, and these are the consequences. “Haaaah.”
“Let's discuss things inside.” he says, you noticing several dozen people looking at you, hearing faint whispers you can't decipher from them. No doubt recognizing you, and decide to make this less awkward for Raditz in his little community here and go inside. You walk through the door, Raditz closing it behind you as you look at the simple, rustic home. The building is made of wood logs, decorated with simple wooden furniture and the floor covered in thick rugs cast about. You remember the times you'd talked, how he said he wanted a little home out of the way that he'd made himself, you recognizing several features he's told you he wanted in his home when you two were together. The small stove, fireplace in the living room with a well-built, comfortable-looking padded couch. Redis goes back to the stove with three pans cookin, returning to her cooking that smells surprisingly good. It isn't quite to the same level as Dreadzone's professionals, much less Silver's godly meals, but easily one of the best meals you've ever smelled.
“I'm surprised you invited me, after how things...Ended...” you say, turning to him. As you turn, for a split-second you see a hint of some sort of furious expression, but his face becomes a mask as you turn. For a moment you think it was a trick of the light, your mind playing tricks, but you know the truth. He's still furious, still clearly hasn't FORGIVEN you, but that just makes you wonder more: WHY has he invited you here. “So, how've you two been? Life out here treating you well?”
“We have been doing well. Please, take a seat.” Raditz says, going over to the table and pulling out a chair for you. As he does your instincts suddenly ping warily, your eyes shooting over to Redis. Whose hand has a death grip on her wooden spoon, the wood faintly groaning as she crushes it in her grip. She REALLY hates you, moreso than Raditz still does. You turn back to him and give him a small nod, sitting in the chair and pulling up to the well-crafted table, Raditz sitting across from you. Saying nothing, and looking at you. His face still an unreadable mask.
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