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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 29, 2006 3:48:59 GMT -5
She blinked as he returned fairly promptly, leaning against her counter, eyes glittering with suppressed amusement. This guy was a riot–hard to think he had broken her arm only two months ago. He took her hand, and her wrist unexpectedly throbbed, as the arm had taken to doing inexplicably. It had been like this ever since she had gotten her damn cast off. Urgh, painful. Still, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the precision he took to bandage a simple cut. "You, my friend, are the biggest dork I have ever met." Rolling her eyes at his pout, she pushed him off to go cook eggs, laughter in her voice. "I'll spare you the torture of kissing my rough, calloused hands. Because I'm so thoughtful. Now cook, manslave!" Crack that whip girl! Mwah~ Cleaning her foodstuffs and equipment off, she resumed her duties, smelling delicious eggs and sweeping over, dumping in the leftover meat from last nights takeout, the FANTASTICAL onions, jalapeños and so forth into the pan. "It shall be like an omlette, but SCRAMBLED! And therefore better. Do not question my logic, for I am the alpha and the omega, omnipotent and all knowing! Also, amazingly cute to boot. That's right, you can be jealous." +10 to ego!
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 29, 2006 3:56:13 GMT -5
He had noticed the spaz of her wrist, though of course, being the person he was, he ignored it as though it were nothing and went back to his eggs. "Yes mam... Sheesh you're sooo demanding..." Continuing to watch as she dumped in all the stuff that had just been mentioned, he blinked a few times as his hands began flying again, one of the jalapenos almost flicking out over the edge but his quic reflexes snatched it out of the air with the spatula and plopped it back into pan. God he was amazing. Or so he thought of himself. "I dare never to question YOUR logic..." He stopped messing with the eggs for a bit before he turned to face her in silence and thought. "I dont think you can even call it logic... More like..." He waved the spatula in the air trying to think of a word, going back to the eggs. "Maybe intuition... But... I dont know... Ill just stand here and be jealous then..." He was having fun, it was rather a surprise to him, spending time with this girl was beginning to change who he was, never believing it possible.
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 29, 2006 4:03:21 GMT -5
Woo, fast reflexes. She would have complimented him, but then she might have appeared to not be egotistical and self-centered. Gasp! We can't have that. She tilted her head, all-knowing smirk spread across her lips as he turned to face her. "Good answer," she answered crisply, and looked at the eggs intently. Cook...cook you little buggers! The kettle began to whistle loudly, and Kei jumped. Oh right, tea! In a flurry of movement, she had a teapot out and was heaping loose leaf into it, grabbing the kettle and pouring swiftly. Oh yes, there will be tea. "Oolong okay with you?" She called over her shoulder, placing the lid on the teapot and setting a nearby egg-timer...thing for five minutes. Mmmm, oolong...
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 29, 2006 4:12:56 GMT -5
He was unable to let his smirk die in her presence, she just somehow kept making him smile without meaning to and it was beginning to make his cheeks hurt. They both apparently had jumped at the same time, both of their sudden movements easily noticeable. "God... Scared the living hell out of me... Cant be doing that now... I need to have some of that in me to be meee..." After she had set the timer, he reached up again and turned the stove down to simmer before he made sure they were in a good position to leave them alone for five minutes. After she was beginning to pour tea, he nodded almost reflexively at her words. "Oolong is perfectly fine with me missy... So miss Kei... Just you and your mother live here? Must be lonely..." He nodded somewhat as he now leaned up against the counter, his eyes keeping to the floor.
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 29, 2006 4:21:28 GMT -5
"What, so you're made up of living hells? That's a little strange. I will have to conduct experiments, oh yes..." Fufufufufu... Kei was fairly surprised at how he kept up with her banter, and brought actual genuine smiles to her face. She was used to faking it for everyone, to keep them happy, and yet...now she felt like she could smile because she wanted to. It was...nice. She pulled a few cups from the cabinet, waiting for the tea to steep. Turning round, she seated herself on the counter, swinging her legs like a child. "Not really...I know, it sounds strange...but when I lived with my father...well, I had nine sisters to compete against for attention, you know? And my sisters are really pretty, have lots of awards tagged onto their names, are prestigious and I'm more plain and normal. Gasp, normal? Relatively speaking then. But here...I guess smaller ocean means I'm a bigger fish." Rockin metaphor, amirite?
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 29, 2006 4:34:50 GMT -5
"oooo experiments... What kind of... 'experiments' are we talking about now? Might we play... Doctor?" Grinning just a bit this time, he just glanced at her feet, his head shaking in disbelief. What a freeeeaaaak. But thats ok, he was talking to himself in his mind and going over stuff he had done that was just as weird. "Hmm... That's quite a bit of sisters... Not one brother? Hmmm sounds weird to me..." Shrugging, he also waited for the tea himself. "I had an older brother once... Although we were twins... But he was born first... just 3 mintues apart..." Nodding, he yawned just a bit before letting his gaze continue to stare at the floor, his arms folding tightly over his chest. "He died 3 years ago..." Closing his eyes, he just shrugged a bit and reached up to scratch his cheek like it wasnt a big deal. "He was in the wrong place at the wrong time... I felt completely responsible too... He had asked me to go and get something for him, but I just didnt want to... So he went... I can't help but feel responsible for it all..." His entire tone had changed to one of compassion and sincerity, almost out of lonliness. "Im sorry... Im getting ahead of myself here... So let's see where were we... Sisters that's right... So whaaaat are you the youngest or how does this work?"
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 29, 2006 4:43:59 GMT -5
"Pfft, more like Mad Scientist than Doctor. Never liked doctors. Ugh, shots, blood tests, worst things ever." She smiled, but the expression dwindled into thoughtfulness, a quiet musing. "Nope. No brothers. It drove daddy batshit. He always wanted a male heir..." She chuckled hollowly, shaking her head. "He was big on the whole tradition thing." Listening attentively, she bit her lip. Died...? Tentatively, she reached out to touch his arm, feeling her own heart ache. "I'm sorry for your loss..." She wished she had other words, but Kei had been a sheltered child, and had never lost someone close to her. Biting her lip, she looked away, reclaiming her hand. "Ah...seventh born, third youngest. Um...I think it was Daddy's...second...no, third wife. Well, my mother wasn't the wife, she was the affair. Uh, yeah." She shrugged her shoulders, scratching the back of her neck. She had never enjoyed talking about her role in the family as the bastard child. It always made her feel guilty for splitting up Daddy's widely accepted happiest marriage.
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 29, 2006 4:52:15 GMT -5
A small smile spread over his features for a few seconds as though he was utterly greatful for such a gesture. "..." After a few more seconds, it was as though he had completely forgotten about it, now thinking about her. "Seventh born... Hmm.." His fingers fiddled in the air as she told him the things, trying to link things to people, though he easily got lost and gaze up. "Meh... So yea... Eggs should be about done... He shifted his weight and returned to the stove, shaking the eggs from side to side in the pan as he turned off the stove. "Alllll done...." He smirked as he then began scouring the cabinets for plates, finally catching sight of them and grabbing out two for the both of them. "Let's eat" He filed up her plate before doing his own, grabbing just a bit of salt to add to his plate. "How's the tea coming?" Everything changed again. He was determined not to remain on one subject for too long.
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 29, 2006 5:01:31 GMT -5
Kei blinked as he repeated 'seventh born' and tilted her head. He seemed to forget all about it though, and moved on, much to her delight. Mmm, eggs! Sliding off of the counter, she gathered cutlery, and blinked. Ah. She checked the tea, swirling a spoon about and pleased to see a rich amber spill away from it. And the smell...an earthy smell of woodlands that wrapped around her like the comforting arms of a grandfather, someone that could be trusted. She closed her eyes, smiling as she indulged in the scent, before straining the liquid into the cups with the ease of practice. Suddenly, all those lessons in tea ceremony paid off. Go figure. "Ah...sit anywhere, we don't really have a dining room." Balancing her cup on her plate with her cutlery, she moved into the adjacent living room, plopping on a large beanbag to eat. Mmm, food. "Hey, wow, the eggs rock," she offered, remembering to swallow before she spoke. Good girl Kei, you're learning!
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 29, 2006 16:12:57 GMT -5
Carefully taking his cup of tea, he smirked and followed after her gratefully. Continuing to stand while he ate, he just smiled while popping a few bites in here and there. Taku was always one to be polite with the people he did know, though when it was a first chance meeting, he would surely give them the cold shoulder and act all defensive. But he knew Kei now, and she knew him so it was all good. As he popped in a few more bites, he nodded in agreeance with her words. "I must say... They are my best yet... I usually never cook... But I suppose when Im given the chance... I can really do wonders..."
**nuuuu icky shortness... Its getting boring though... -whines-**
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 30, 2006 4:05:23 GMT -5
[[If it is getting boring, make it not boring! Explosions! Drama! Whatever! : D I myself am totally voting for some random asplosions/violence. Kekekekekee~~]]
There was quiet for many moments, Kei eating dutifully. It was one of the few moments were she ever shut up in a day. Force of habit, she guessed. Dinner with the Yoshikawas was always loud, but Kei had never spoken up much. She'd offer occasional conversation (mostly in terms of 'please pass the ___'), and would respond if it struck her fancy. But aside from that, she was usually silent, content to eat and drink and be done with it. And her plate slowly cleared, before she rested her cutlery on it and set it on a nearby coffee table, throwing back the tea as though it were alcohol. If she had been anything but a goodie-two-shoes, she might have been tempted to start tonight. ...new school tomorrow. Dammit, she mused. Now is not the time for an anxiety attack. Closing her eyes against the world, she reclined further into the beanbag, groaning. She only just realized that she had been on her feet all day, and hadn't actually slept for the past two nights in a row. She had no idea what time it was, but it was probably late as all hell. "Saa..." Expelling the breath, she opened her eyes, gazing morosely at the ceiling, before flicking her gaze over at him. She studied him intently, and glanced at the window. Damn snow. "You're welcome to crash in the spare bedroom if you like. I have no idea what time it is, but it is probably too late to make you walk home, especially in this weather." Closing her eyes again, she sagged back into the beanbag, feeling exceptionally weary. Too tired. She hadn't been this exhausted in weeks. It was like leaving a bubble of muted colours and thin air, having wool pulled away from her eyes, into a world of vibrancy and noise, of living. The delirium of adjusting was horribly wonderful.
[[...I don't know what I'm writing. I was going to work in explosions, but I guess not.]]
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 30, 2006 4:21:41 GMT -5
**Yea... I guess... Hmmm... -thinks of things-**
Taku had basically fallen asleep on his feet, his eyes shut tight as he swayed in place ever so slightly. When she spoke, his subconscious was snapped back into reality and he awoke again with a start, unsure where he was for a few seconds until he remembered again. His eyes seemed to glaze a bit before he shook his head, drinking what was left of his tea. One final sigh later, they were both done, a silence befalling them. "Hmmm... Id say its probably about 12:38..." He nodded as though he was confident beyond all reason, heading over and taking her plate and cup from her before heading back into the kitchen with the items. Yawning softly, his mind began to become hazy with complete fatigue. "I suppose I can crash here... As long as you dont mind hun..."
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 30, 2006 4:41:32 GMT -5
Kei grumbled a bit, but slipped out of the beanbag, grabbing her jacket from the nearby floor and huddling into it. Lovely. Looked like the landlord had just turned the heat off for the night. That jerk. "It's going to get pretty damn cold in here. Landlord is a cheap-ass who turns the heat off at night. Facist grumpy-pants..." Nodding in thanks for him taking her plate, she smiled, and yawned. Aw, shit. She has school in the morning too. Suckage! "Well, follow me." Stumbling down the minute hall, she slid open a door, navigating her way into her room. It was cluttered, and every square inch of space was either covered with photographs, or shelves with all varieties of carvings on them. Hopping over her futon, she slid open another panel, revealing a spare, austere room. Clean and devoid of all the mess of Kei's room. "Whoever laid out our apartment is a dickwad." She explained. "Thus the conjoined rooms. Sorry about that." Concealing a yawn behind her hand, she gazed blearily at him. "My alarm clock is set for a hellish hour of the morning, so sorry about that. I'll be gone at about eight. You can bum around here, whatever, I don't give a shit." As Kei gets more tired, she becomes more blunt and apathetic. Poor girl.
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Post by Takamatsu Takeda on Dec 30, 2006 4:55:30 GMT -5
"Cold... Oh great..." He suddenly felt a pang of guilt as though it was somehow his fault that it was like this. Dammit. His conscience was catching up with him. Following after her, he raised a brow in utter curiousness as she stumbled a bit, realizing she was more tired than she let on. He on the other hand was perfectly fine, or so he thought, although if he were to relax, he would most likely pass out in a heap. "Well that doesnt make much sense... Why would they turn the heat off at night instead of day... Itd be a smarter move both economically and publicly...." He really couldnt think of a word at the moment that dealt with the public, so he spoke the first word that popped into his feeble little head. Bah. Dammit he was doing it again. "Conjoined rooms... Interesting..." Stepping over things here and there, he smirked a bit before turning to her, his head shaking. "I appologize in advance... Dont ask... You'll see tomorrow..." And with those last words of mystery, he stepped into the other room cautiously, looking around almost like a dog trying to get comfortable.
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Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 30, 2006 5:04:50 GMT -5
"I know, lovely, isn't it? Our landlord is a cruel, cruel man. He is rich, and I suspect he enjoys watching the less-wealthy suffer. Either that or he's going senile. Or both. Or maybe he's a robot. Never know." She smiled weakly, shrugging her shoulders. Her cheeks coloured (yes, conjoined rooms, astute observation sherlock now she couldn't blast her music, and if she had another one of those goddamned recurring nightmares, she was fucked). Blinking up at him, a sense of unease fell over her at his smirk. What did he mean, apologizing in advance? She took a step back as he neared, almost subconsciously. Kei couldn't quite forget how he had snapped her arm like a toothpick. And though she genuinely liked him now, found him to be engaging and hilarious...it was difficult to forget The Incident. "Little Lord Enigma indeed," she mused to herself, pulling the door closed. Without much ado, she let herself flop on her futon, head pounding. She should change, but she couldn't find the energy amongst all the lethargy.
[[Timeskip around or noes? O: ]]
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