Thursday, August 24, 2006

((Frozen grapes are teh heavenlyness.

I posted a picture of Kikan, Kentei and Rangi yesterday. I still think Rangi looks too young. -___-' Oh well, what's done is done. Please look at it, for me, please?))

[You made a good choice coming here, my child. If the magistrate comes through looking for you, all you need to do is run in one direction; they'd never find you.]

Oh, shut it, my Lady. And you forget; here, it's the POLICE. Po-li-sss.

[Of course, of course. You know I'm right, though.] The long, thin fingers on Kikan's right hand twitched just slightly as she listened to her mentor's echoing, hysterical laughter. Fortunately, Kentei was oblivious of her ticked-off behavior, even though her fingers were barely tapping the bottom of his skin-tight shirt from all its frantic twitching.

"You've got to be hungry as well. Good thing, 'cause breakfast starts in ten minutes."

She raised a thin, ebony eyebrow. "Are we going to get there in time?"

Underneath that stone mask of hers, she's actually got a sense of humor, I suppose. The thought jolted him throughly, and passed the second he thought of it. Looking at her, you'd think she'd like wandering through dark alleys at night better. "Don't worry 'bout it. If we run, there might be something left for us." He couldn't help but crack into a grin, expecting an outburst of some kind on her end.

It never happened. Kikan turned on her heel (she did that a lot) and proceeded to walk back the way she came. She left him standing in the middle of the hall like a deer in the headlights, until Kentei snapped out of it and caught her shoulder with his hand.

"If breakfast's going to be done by the time we get there, I'd rather cook in my room." Her voice didn't change from yesterday; it was still the smooth, stone-cold silver that she had whispered with yesterday. It held no trace of joking, she really believed what her guide said.

Is she playing with me, or does she really have no idea I was kidding? "It was a joke, y'know, Kikan, an-wait, you cook?" Girl tenants rarely cooked here, having their meals in the dining hall with the rest of the boarders everyday. In fact, as Kentei thought about it, there hadn't been one except for the real apartment manager....where the heck was she, anyway?

[So, you're going to invite your little guide boy INTO your apartment for a meal YOU'RE going to cook? Sounds rather like a courtship to me.]

....What made you think that I was going to cook for him? All I said is that I can cook.

[Oh child, don't tell me you forgot. You had that adorable little-what's it called?-chair, and you would get up on that to reach the stove. On the nights when you came home very late after fighting, you had to cook for yourself so you wouldn't get caught. And the time the egg fell into the fire-]

I get the point. She imagined that her sharp words were an arrow, one that cut off her currently annoying guardian. It worked, to an extent; although the Lady refrained from speaking any further, there was an eerily echoing chuckle, muted as if hidden behind a slender hand.

"I can cook a little. I needed to know how." That was all that the normally silent girl was willing to give her companion; any more, and she might as well surrender who she instantly. Experience time and time again paid off well, especially in front of figures of authority, although he was no figure of authority. Relying heavily on experience was one thing she had learned so long ago.

Every day, the dining hall always had a wide and spacious variety of things to nibble upon, but Kentei was tired of it all. He knew he was pushing his luck, but regardless the lazy bum tried. "D'you think you could, um, show me what you mean by 'cooking'?" He was still grinning, hoping it would appease the new tenant enough to convince her to cook.

She brushed past him again, "Child's Play" thwacking his shoulder softly, almost teasingly of its own accord, as she moved. "Onward to the dining hall, then." Kentei hung his head briefly in defeat, then followed after her. This seemed to happen a lot, even though he was the one that was supposed to be guiding her everywhere. Man, the food here is boring.

The only reason Kikan let him take the lead again was because frankly, she had no idea where she was going herself. And frankly, Kentei was happy enough just to catch up with her; she was walking so fast he swore the carpet kept lighting burning red and then fading under her moving feet. Pushing aside a door that could've been made out of the legendary Yggdrasil itself, Kentei exaggeratedly swept his hand to his stomach, looking much like a clown trying to be a gentleman. "If you would?" His grin was back, from ear to bloody ear.

-SYC
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