Author: Bloody Mary
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"Yes, I did sucker punch him, can you bloody get over it?" the Lion snapped. "He was laughing at me and being an ass. Why do I get all the blame?"
"Because you're the Primarch of the First Legion," Horus replied quickly, "as you remind me every single time I'm around."
The Lion growled, the sound quite reminiscent of his namesake. Normally, Horus got along with most other primarchs without particular problems, but there were moments where his people skills failed. In fact he was suspecting that Jonson's lack of social graces was simply rubbing off on him.
"Horus, Lion," Serenity said, just as the Lion was getting ready to respond. "I made some soup. Do you want to try?"
Behind her Mortarion was holding a tray with two bowls. Just as Horus' gaze fell onto them a few bubbles escaped the surface of the brownish green liquid. The Warmaster was quite certain it blinked at him.
"Don't worry, Mortarion tried it already," Serenity said, sounding as if it was reassuring.
Horus was too polite to mention why it wasn't helping in the least, but the Lion had no such qualms. "Mortarion drinks a concoction of deathly poisons as a victory celebration and likes chocolate with pickles. He is not a good judge of food."
Serenity was not as adept at giving upset soulful looks as Persephone was, but she nevertheless achieved a quite staggering effect with a simple pout. Horus was the first to give in and take a bowl.
He gingerly tasted a spoonful, ignoring the ominous bubbling and what could be charitably described as mystery meat floating on the surface. He paused, staring at the wall with a baffled expression, and then proceeded to devour everything.
The Lion surveyed the situation suspiciously, before letting curiosity get the better of him. He spent seven seconds staring at the soup with a baffled expression before saying feebly, "This is quite tasty."
Serenity beamed. "It was so nice of Mortarion to help me, don't you think?"
The Lion and Horus exchanged horrified looks.
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