Levi ducked his head a little. "I normally eat three times a day." He didn't know why he was trying to keep Eerie from worrying. The protectiveness was nice, in some kind of way. A very strange, 'why the heck are you doing this', kind of way.
Eerie grunted in disbelief. “I’m going to make sure you do, then. I don’t want you to die or pass out for something as meek as forgetting or not wanting to eat.” He took another bite of his food.
It wasn't like Levi would stop him. It was pretty much set in his mind that he would do whatever Eerie asked of him without complaint. Still, he knew how to be hungry. Food wasn't much of an issue for him because when he didn't have it he didn't need it. "Okay."
Eerie grunted again and finished his food. “What do you wanna do today, Levi?” He finally decided to bring up Levi’s question. Judging by how Levi reacted when he brought up doing nothing, Levi liked to stay busy.
Levi shrugged. He didn't know what there was to do, and he wasn't the best at making decisions for himself. Life was so much easier when others told him where to go and who to fight and everything else he was supposed to do. "Whatever you want to do."
Eerie sighed. “I was thinking we could go swimming.” The shore was just a few moments walk. He’d been teeming to go down, but he wasn’t sure what Levi liked and disliked.
Levi froze, fork in hand and fear in his mind. Fuck. He couldn't. Whatever had happened on the boat would pale in comparison to the panic attack he had when he was tossed into the water. Still, he wasn't about to make Eerie give up something he wanted to do just to cater to Levi's petty fears. A few deep breaths later, he was ready to respond. "Okay."
Eerie caught his frozen movements and long silence.
“We won’t go down. I’ll go by myself later tonight.” Eerie wasn't afriad to go down to a beach by himself in the dark. In fact, he’d probably love it. The low tide with the moonlight shining on the waves…
"Okay." His tone was overly grateful, but he couldn't bring himself to care. No beach. No water. No freakouts. Levi wracked his brain for things to do, coming up empty. Thinking wasn't his strong suit. "Does this manor have a TV? We might be able to watch a movie."
Eerie grinned a little. He was glad he made the right decision. “It might. There’s a lot of movies down in the den, too. It has a theater screen with leather chairs. And a popcorn maker!”
That sounded really fun. Levi enjoyed movies, especially documentaries. Not that anyone had ever asked. Plus, leather chairs and popcorn were amazing. "Lead the way… if it's not too much trouble."
Eerie nodded and set the plates in the sink before walking back over to Levi.
“Did… did you wanna hold hands?” He didn’t want to accept that his hands were still very cold.
Well. That was awful… couple-y. Not that Levi would ever say no to anyone in his life. He grabbed Eerie's hand, hissing when he felt how cold it was. How the fuck did he go around with hands like ice all the time? "What kind of movie do you want to watch?"
Eerie ducked his head when Levi hissed softly. He tugged his hand back with a muttered apology.
“Whatever you want is good. I’m not really picky.”
Levi frowned when Eerie pulled away. What had he done? Did Eerie think his hands were too sweaty? He rubbed them over his pants quietly, just in case. "Do you like documentaries?" Although he liked documentaries, most other forms of film bored him. Fantasy was too unrealistic, realistic movies weren't exciting enough, he couldn't find the humor in most comedies, and romance always made him feel uncomfortable.
“Documentaries are fun. I like the ones with the big cats or savannah animals.” He smiled a little. He liked documentaries but never watched a lot of them. His mom was a stricler with boring movies.
Levi nodded. Nature documentaries were interesting but he'd always had a soft spot for history. Especially the ones that focus on wars. They were interesting in a way nothing else really was. "I like ones about history."
Eerie put his still cold hands in his pockets. “We can watch one, then. I like those a lot, too.” He smiled a little. “Do you wanna go to the den now?”
(I'm heading to bed. Goodnight.)
"If you're ready." Levi rolled his shoulders giving the tiniest of grins when he felt a series of satisfying pops. He wondered what documentaries Eerie had. Specials about historical figures? glimpses into time periods passed? The stories of old wars brought anew by modern narrators.
(Night.)
Eerie led him downstairs and into the den. He looked around the large shelf and picked out a few disks, walking over. “We have overlords, prehistoric times, wars… which one do you want to watch?”
Levi perked up when he heard the word war, but decided to defer to whatever Eerie wanted. "Which do you prefer?" The war documentaries still beckoned him, but he could always come down here later when he wouldn't disturb anyone.
Eerie glanced up. “I don’t care. Which one do you want?” He held out the movies, beckoning him to choose one. He wasn’t a big nerd for history, so he didn’t want to choose the wrong thing and bore Levi.
"Anything will be great. I… I do like war documentaries, though." Levi would be more than happy with any documentary. He hadn't watched anything entertaining in months. Maybe even a year. As long as Eerie was okay with the movie, he would be too.
“Then war documentary it is.” Eerie grinned and trotted across the room to the DVD player to insert the disk. Once he did so, he walked over to a rustic-looking popcorn maker, poured in kernels, and butter, then started the machine. It whirred for a few moments, gathering heat to pop the kernels.
Levi stood off near the wall where the movies sat for a few minutes before trotting over to one of the high-backed leather chairs and plopping down in it. He didn't really know what to do now that the movie was picked out. Did he make conversation? Did he sit in silence? Did he stew until the movie started and then hate himself for not doing anything? "So… What's the movie called?"
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