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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

His shock wasn't difficult to see - his state unwavering but filled with disbelief, the fact that he was taken aback dominating his exterior. It was almost humorous - had she remembered what it was like to be able to laugh at something. Maybe even chuckle. Smile? Her expressions remained dull - dead. He merely hadn't expected her response - the tension in his bodice obviously expecting a more hostile reaction to his suffering. Strange how some people could create such needless emotions.

He couldn't look at her - again. She supposed it wasn't a problem. Still residing in her wolven form, she lightly brushed her alabaster fur against his leg, keeping her serene presence known. Following that movement of grace, she reopened a gap between them, seating herself down - completely oblivious to the fact that sitting herself down in such a manner made it even more obvious how little care she took of herself.

Her lobes flickered, tail shifting to rest along her paws. "Memories. Ones that should not belong to you, but somehow they do," her volume was hushed. She too had grown defensive of her restless slumber as a younger wolf, and while she felt little emotional connection to them at this point, old habits died hard. "A pain that exceeds that of losing just family - a pain of losing the entire world. One that should not be familiar but is more so than even the breath of kin," her moonstones darkened, her mind struggling to tell her that she was miserable rather than numb - and failing to faze her. "A passionate struggle, desperate and hopeless - dominating your mind through a life you should not even know."

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
'Til we lose control into a raging fire
Into a raging fire"

The man let the quiet slip between them for a few moments even though he nearly lept out of his skin again when she touched him. Strange how her contact startled him badly enough to cause such reactions, but then again, she was still new.. He was used to physical contact, but usually only when he instigated or saw it coming. Not when he was slightly shutting himself down.

Shaking it off as she spoke he allowed emeralds to slowly slip back over to the female instead of staring off to the side, swallowing softly. Worry plagued him at seeing how unkempt she was, but he knew better than to comment on a women's appearance, even if he felt she would not mind all too much.. "That's... exactly it." His words were soft, slow, trying to process how she could understand so easily. It didn't make sense.

"...How do you know that?" Seiko murmured softly, turning back to fully face her finally. "How.. Can you understand so easily?"

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

His response, the confirmation that she was correct, was to be expected. She had expected such; he was familiar, too familiar to be coincidence, the moment she had seen him earlier on. As he questioned her, she merely cast him a slow blink; her moonstones glowed almost ominously, despite their dullness. "We are alike," her tone was almost matter-of-fact, although she herself did not quite comprehend the precise reason. That was all she knew; they were similar in this way, that they were never left alone by these tragedies.

She shifted slightly - her ribs now protruding slightly less as she motioned in preparation to sit up straighter if she ever felt the urge to. Strange, honestly, how she had the instincts to seem taller, despite her conscious train of thought never corresponding. What good was there to stand tall when all she wanted was to lie down and rot?

When he went to face her, she returned the glance. "Something haunts us." That something, she would have liked to say, was fate - something she believed in, but did not appreciate in the least. To break fate was something she always wanted to do, to merely die and rid herself of such predestination - but, alas, circumstances favored the universe; that was a given. Bitterness attempted to seep into her range of sensation, failing miserably; her physical body merely dulled her gaze furthermore in response to another unconscious emotion.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?
"

Hesitating at the statement the femme made a hand moved to run through his silver curls, a soft sigh slipping past his lips as emeralds closed. Yes, they were alike, but they were so, so different. He.. was alive. He loved life. Did he occasionally hate what happened? Yes. But his heart still beat. He still loved. He still had reason to be here. Amaya though... seemed dead. She seemed like there was nothing to live for. She seemed as if she was a walking corpse, waiting for the knife that would end her life. Perhaps that's why he'd clung onto her so strongly. He didn't want her to go.

The man saw her stand taller, but at this point he didn't want to read into body language. He was done with it for now. He just wanted to ... be there. Not examine, not analyze. Just listen. "Something does.. has since I was young." Aimiya's words were quiet whispers before he physically shook himself, drawing in a steadying breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a depressing topic. I should be making you dinner like I said I would." A small smile slipped to his lips at that before he turned to the stove to do as he'd said, wanting the momentary distraction from the distressing thoughts even if he kept his body posture open so she knew she could continue speaking of the topic if she wanted to.

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

Despite the hesitation, the masculine seemed to have calmed down, his thoughts roaming to slightly lighter thoughts. Perhaps if she was more lively, curiosity would have had a much stronger effect, but instead, she merely sat quietly. The dark whispers in her mind the only company in the silence. Then he spoke - and his lyrics too were whispers, but they were much brighter, much more lively, than the black in her thoughts, despite its lack of steadiness until he took a breath. Her only response was a nod, confirming the similarity in their prolonged struggles.

At his apology, her head tilted the slightest bit. "Depressing?" she whispered under her breath, probably not audible to his ears. How long had it been since she could place a sensation to that word - a sensation other than pure logic?

Towards the end of his apology, her subconscious mind wished she would react. A smile. A chuckle. Anything. But she merely padded closer, slowly pulling up her humane form after he turned away. That smile he had. So familiar, the memory of a similar smile, on the expression of a much colder, darker wolf. Very close to him.. Her thoughts shattered as she stood nearly beside him at the stove. Without much thought, her fingertips grazed the back of his hand. "Would you like help?" While there was no emotion at all, her conscious mind could only guess physical contact was her way of reassuring that she was not upset.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Let the world leave us behind,
Let your heart be next to mine"

Keeping his eyes on the stove as he listened to her movements the wolf swallowed softly, knowing she said something but not entirely certain what it was. Probably muttering to herself how stupid he was being.. But no. She wouldnt do that. He knew she wouldnt.

Seiko heard as she was walking towards him, so he tensed up slightly, expecting to be touched on the legs once more. Perhaps to be brushed or nosed. However, when instead his hand was grazed lightly by the female's, he shuddered heavily, his breath catching silently. Hell, she didn't know.... And those words. Yeah. His mind warped them entirely differently, and it wasn't her fault. She didnt know about his hands.

Shaking off that feeling which he knew was entirely childish and beyond any realm of what she was meaning, not that htat stopped the heavy coloring to his cheeks, he gave a small nod. "I-If you'd like. ... Do you like mashed potatoes?"

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

His movement was different - a strange shudder, one that normally would have thrown her off considering he didn't show signs of being threatened, but she merely noted it as 'vexing' and mentally placed it aside. Her fingertips, now that she had obviously gotten his attention, now folded back slightly, toward her palm. She caught his gaze now, and at this point, she noticed his color was changing. Darkening - reddening. What was that.. blushing? Her reaction was practically null - she lost her ability to recognize such emotional things, let alone how to react to such.

As he nodded, inquiring on a certain taste, her moonstones flickered toward the stove and tabletop. Did she like mashed potatoes..? She had resided in human life before, even serving as a waitress for a temporary job.. But those memories had grown faint for a reason; she could not remember her tastes. "I.. do not know." She scanned over the ingredients. "Honestly, you may need to show me where to start," there was lack of any feeling, as always, although she was admitting that she could not remember much of anything. If he could just show her where to begin with preparations, she probably could remember..

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Before the flame goes out tonight,
We can live until we die"

Drawing in a silent, steadying breath when she drew her fingers back he nearly wanted to sigh in relief. Only Kiki knew about his hands, fingers and wrists. Only she understood the reasoning behind his being particular with certain touches to them. And he would rather keep it that way as he tried to fight his blush down.

Watching her grays flicker about he looked back to the steak he was seasoning, gently pressing certain seasons into it to try and help the taste take when it cooked. However, at hearing the inquiry for help the silver haired brute couldn't help but blink, greens flicking to her in surprise. He had never quite taken her as the type to ask for help. ... "O-Of course. ... Let's make some fresh. Those are better than the boxed anyways." Murmuring to himself he moved to lightly tap a cupboard with his foot that was near the ground. "In there, take out.. four or five potatoes and rinse them off. I would but.. Well. I have meat hands."

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

While his sigh of relief had gone unacknowledged, his abrupt movement to look at her caused the slightest bit of instinctive surprise for her. What with a short, quick movement in her peripheral, her body unconsciously made her tense slightly, preparing to back away. Quickly determining that such a reaction was a nuisance, she shrugged it off; there was no threat.

He seemed much shakier, probably due to her physical contact. That wasn't quite what she had intended, but nothing could really be done at this point. As her eardrums focused on his lyrics, she lowered her head subconsciously. At his directions, she nodded and motioned toward the cupboard, movements silent as ever. When he explained his reasoning for not rinsing them off, she supposed that a chuckle or laugh should have occurred, although she did not. At this point, washing the potatoes thoroughly, she wondered if he had grown accustomed to such lack of life around her.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?"

The male noticed how she seemed to tense at his movement, and he nearly cursed himself. Right, he had to be slow around her. To not spook her.. Though he'd hoped she'd trusted him enough to not flinch with his actions. Then again, it'd only been a few months.... if that.

Watching to make sure she grabbed large enough potatoes he nodded in approvement as he returned to the meat before placing it into the pan he was going to sear it in, remembering to keep the heat low so he didnt cook it too much. "Once you have them all rinsed off ... hm.. the easiest thing to do would be to cut them up into pieces and then bake them for a little bit to cook them. If you want to season them feel free to come and grab some seasonings. Garlic is usually a good one to add, but italian can be sometimes too."

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

As the noise and scent of the steak beginning to cook rose to her senses, she figured that her body ought to be excited, the fact that a regular source of nutrition was remaining. Yet, subconsciously, she had mixed feelings - her unconscious torn between wanting to grow accustomed to frequent meals and wanting to continue to starve. That was not on the forefront of her mind, however, as she finished peeling the potatoes.

Listening quietly to his suggestions, she nodded. Seasoning.. Honestly, she never really paid much attention to taste, not after leaving her life corresponding to humans; she was almost uneasy with too much, and she lacked the memories of how much of which seasonings were good and how much they could affect the taste. In order to keep it simple, she murmured, "I hope you do not mind bland." Funny. Like her existence.

The maiden began to set everything up to prepare the potatoes, slowly taking out a knife. For a moment, she paused and merely watched the blade, still in her hand; a vision flashed, her pallid bodice throwing itself throughout a forest of knives, killing her slowly as her blood splattered... She blinked, and the memories were gone. Her body nor mentality had reacted; they were mere memories. So she began to cut. However, a minute or so into the action, she paused. Her knife hand stilled, she lifted her other hand a little ways toward her face; her index finger had a small cut, blood running slowly down her finger. ".. Oh.."

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?"

A soft smile slipped to his lips as he heard that the had finished peeling the potatoes. For some reason, the fact that they were cooking together seemed... well. Not new. Yet.. Had they done this before? He didnt think so. He had made her meals before, considering it appeared she wouldnt do it for herself or constantly forgot to, but he couldnt remember when they mightve cooked together. ... Shaking it off at hearing her speak he blinked, glancing back at her as he gently turned the meat over. So technically they were going in the wrong order and the potatoes would be done long after the steak. ... Oh well.

"Do you not like seasoning?" A prickle of worry surfaced at that ,and he looked back to the steak. After all, he had seasoned it. What if she didnt like it because of that? Had he messed up? Wonderful job, moron. Trying to stiffle those thoughts before they took strong hold he returned back to the steak, turning the heat down even more in a vain attempt to make it cook slower.

However, as the scent of blood reached him he immediately turned, concerned she'd seriously injured herself. It was his protective nature flaring, and he knew it, but he couldnt stop himself as he turned the heat off and moved the steak from it, a moment later stepping up next to the woman with a paper towel. "Here, let me." Aimiya spoke in soft, gentle tones, reaching for her hand before gently taking it to wrap the paper towel around it carefully after dabbing the trail up, glancing up to her with a small smile. "You're supposed to be careful. Not knick yourself." Keeping his tease gentle so she knew he wasnt actually mad he fave her a small tug, signalling she could step back if she wished.

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

She had allowed him her hand, and the amount of tenderness he treated her with was familiar, prodding at the edges of her consciousness. That smile again. What was it like to be able to smile so often? The gentleness he exhibited was different from hers; his was genuine concern, and hers was lack of concern. He did not want to harm others - she wanted an existence that was weaker than the faintest breeze. Blinking, she glanced up from her finger to his face at his tease. It was unfamiliar to her, but it didn't seem to be malicious in manner. "My apologies," her voice was low; feeling his light tug, she took a step back. It was probably best that she didn't trust herself around knives.

It was strange. How much he cared.. The numbness that enveloped her being had drained so much from her, even the love her mother and sister had poured into her. She couldn't remember accurately what it was like to be cared about so much. She leaned lightly against the tabletop. "And it is not that I dislike it," she stated, referring to the seasoning question, "I do not know how to care for it."

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
'Til we lose control into a raging fire
Into a raging fire"

Allowing his head to tilt the slightest bit when the woman apologized for injurying herself he let his cranium shake a moment later, the smile remaining on his lips. "No need to apologize. I just dont want you to injury yourself badly and require stitches." Leaving off the reasoning behind why he wouldnt want to stitch her up as he watched her step back he gave a small nod of approval before stepping in to take her place, moving to clean the blade off before continuing to cut the potatoes up with rapid efficiency. Velvet Gold did, after all, also sell food. And their home-made beer battered fries were one of their best sellers.

Perking as he heard her speak once more he glanced over his shoulder to the woman, offering another small, lop sided smile. "Then I'll split the batch in half and season one how I enjoy it, which admittedly is a bit heavy, and I'll do one a bit less so for you in case you don't like mine. Does that sound alright?" Turning back to the potatoes as he waited for an answer he swiftly finished cutting them up, moving to spread them on a sheet. "Can you flip the steak for me though? There's a prong on the counter, but be careful. The pan is hot."

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

His concern brought the slightest nod from her, acknowledging his troubles. The efficiency in which he worked was almost humorous; she had never had to cook, let alone learn to cook so quickly. She only served, so her pace had begun slow, and now that her numbness had seeped into her life, her speed had slowed even further. She continued to lean, watching in what appeared to be an absent-minded manner.

When he glanced over his shoulder to speak again, her moonstones shifted upward slightly, enough to catch his emeralds if he did fully turn. She nodded again, with a slight, "Mmm," to signal that it was fine by her. She really didn't mind anything, and he probably would learn that really quickly.

At his request, she straightened from the counter and motioned toward the prong. Be careful. Right. She knew how to do that - she glanced down at her wrapped finger - it was just a matter of actually doing it that proved incomprehensible from time to time. Considering she didn't want him to have to keep worrying, she heightened her caution this time around, successful in flipping the steak.