[scott has been living with isaac for a week and isaac has no idea what to do. lydia tells him it's bad news, that he shouldn't be alive, that he should have left the death be.
but he couldn't, even if lydia doesn't know that. scott had been his best friend, and without him-- well, without him, life wouldn't be life anymore. he ignores lydia's protests and tells her it was worth it. he also has to ignore allison's curiosity and and general interest in the fact that scott mccall is around now. except isaac can't tell her it's scott mccall, because scott mccall is dead.
he's not used to cooking for more than one person in the morning, so he just leaves a box of whatever cereal he has at the time out for scott when he wakes up most days. in the kitchen of the pie hole, isaac busies himself to distract his mind from the situation. it's not that he has doubts-- he just has no idea what the hell he's done. it was a spur of the moment kind of thing that lydia glowered about for a week. then she kind of moved on. keyword: kind of.
isaac is making apple pie today, movements like clockwork. he keeps looking at the door because he expects scott to come down, but he hasn't yet. his pies will not be as delicious as they usually are today, there are too many distractions. it doesn't help the heath inspector is coming today, either.]
[ scott doesn't even think about coming into the kitchen, really. he just starts smelling apple pie and follows it, because any place with pie is a place he wants to be. and, of course, there's isaac, surrounded by rotting fruit, which is kind of gross but also genius.
he makes a point of smelling the pies when he pads in. there's something about dying that makes you want to appreciate everything life's got to offer, including pie-smell. especially pie-smell. ]
Reese's Puffs are awesome. [ is the greeting isaac gets. he says it with enthusiasm, but he's been saying a lot of things are awesome lately — pies are awesome, you're awesome, life is awesome — so it might not mean much more than "buy more, please". because he totally just finished that whole box even though there was way more than a human being should eat left. at least he had the good sense to feel guilty about it when he considered that isaac might actually have wanted to eat some, too.
scott leans against the counter, watching isaac's movements. he's like a machine. it's kind of intense. ] I was thinking I could help you today? You're kind of under-staffed. [ it's just allison, after all. and he just really wants to interact with people who aren't isaac, lydia or allison, even if they might say you look just like that dead boy. ]
[isaac snorts when scott comes into the kitchen, because he knows that means he's just eaten the entire box. he pauses his usual routine to grab a piece of paper from his apron and a pen from that he keeps nearby in case he needs to write something down.
in this case, it's a grocery list. he hands the pen and paper to scott, then arches a brow at him when he finally catches up to what his friend is saying.]
Uh- [he doesn't know what to say. he hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and presses his lips together. he doesn't want to say no, but he knows he can't really say yes. what if today is suddenly busy? somehow? or something. he doesn't know.] I dunno if that's a good idea? What if someone recognizes you?
[okay he may not know what to say but he doesn't really want to say no.]
[ scott jots down reese's puffs in big letters on isaac's grocery list. he might also draw a smiley face next to it. what can he say, reese's puffs make him happy. he would probably write rp + sm in big letters surrounded by a heart surrounded by smaller hearts if inspiration struck.
he places the pad on the counter gingerly and purses his lips. ideas not being good has never stopped them from implementing them before. ]
I don't know.
[ which is a great indicator of how well-thought out this idea actually is. ]
[isaac glances to the pad of paper and adds in a few more things, glancing around the kitchen to be sure he isn't running low on ingredients. they could probably use more sugar and flour...
and then his head shoots up to look at scott.]
[the idea baffles him so much so that he has to take a step back and look at scott with such dismay he isn't even sure if he heard him correctly.]
What.
[it's not even a question. he's that shocked.]
That's not an option. That will literally never be an option. You'd land me in some experimentation lab and I really don't feel like going through something like that.
a queen is never late everyone else is simply early!!
[ okay. so. not a good idea. he can see isaac's complete and total disapproval clear as day, so he puts that one away. he doesn't like isaac's dumbfounded expression and definitely doesn't want to start up any sort of disagreement, even if he doesn't like lying.
he wants to tell himself that what isaac expects is probably a worst case scenario. he's not even entirely sure the experimentation lab thing is legal, but then again, this isn't exactly something that's happened before. there isn't a precedent for what to do with people like isaac, because there aren't any people like isaac, just person. so what he said sticks in scott's mind until he's actually sort of worried about it, eyebrows furrowed and mouth turned down into a frown. ]
You don't actually think someone would do that, do you?
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but he couldn't, even if lydia doesn't know that. scott had been his best friend, and without him-- well, without him, life wouldn't be life anymore. he ignores lydia's protests and tells her it was worth it. he also has to ignore allison's curiosity and and general interest in the fact that scott mccall is around now. except isaac can't tell her it's scott mccall, because scott mccall is dead.
he's not used to cooking for more than one person in the morning, so he just leaves a box of whatever cereal he has at the time out for scott when he wakes up most days. in the kitchen of the pie hole, isaac busies himself to distract his mind from the situation. it's not that he has doubts-- he just has no idea what the hell he's done. it was a spur of the moment kind of thing that lydia glowered about for a week. then she kind of moved on. keyword: kind of.
isaac is making apple pie today, movements like clockwork. he keeps looking at the door because he expects scott to come down, but he hasn't yet. his pies will not be as delicious as they usually are today, there are too many distractions. it doesn't help the heath inspector is coming today, either.]
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he makes a point of smelling the pies when he pads in. there's something about dying that makes you want to appreciate everything life's got to offer, including pie-smell. especially pie-smell. ]
Reese's Puffs are awesome. [ is the greeting isaac gets. he says it with enthusiasm, but he's been saying a lot of things are awesome lately — pies are awesome, you're awesome, life is awesome — so it might not mean much more than "buy more, please". because he totally just finished that whole box even though there was way more than a human being should eat left. at least he had the good sense to feel guilty about it when he considered that isaac might actually have wanted to eat some, too.
scott leans against the counter, watching isaac's movements. he's like a machine. it's kind of intense. ] I was thinking I could help you today? You're kind of under-staffed. [ it's just allison, after all. and he just really wants to interact with people who aren't isaac, lydia or allison, even if they might say you look just like that dead boy. ]
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in this case, it's a grocery list. he hands the pen and paper to scott, then arches a brow at him when he finally catches up to what his friend is saying.]
Uh- [he doesn't know what to say. he hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and presses his lips together. he doesn't want to say no, but he knows he can't really say yes. what if today is suddenly busy? somehow? or something. he doesn't know.] I dunno if that's a good idea? What if someone recognizes you?
[okay he may not know what to say but he doesn't really want to say no.]
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he places the pad on the counter gingerly and purses his lips. ideas not being good has never stopped them from implementing them before. ]
I don't know.
[ which is a great indicator of how well-thought out this idea actually is. ]
I could tell them the truth?
1000 years late omfg
and then his head shoots up to look at scott.]
[the idea baffles him so much so that he has to take a step back and look at scott with such dismay he isn't even sure if he heard him correctly.]
What.
[it's not even a question. he's that shocked.]
That's not an option. That will literally never be an option. You'd land me in some experimentation lab and I really don't feel like going through something like that.
a queen is never late everyone else is simply early!!
he wants to tell himself that what isaac expects is probably a worst case scenario. he's not even entirely sure the experimentation lab thing is legal, but then again, this isn't exactly something that's happened before. there isn't a precedent for what to do with people like isaac, because there aren't any people like isaac, just person. so what he said sticks in scott's mind until he's actually sort of worried about it, eyebrows furrowed and mouth turned down into a frown. ]
You don't actually think someone would do that, do you?