[ He glances up to the damp towel before giving a small nod and plopping down at the table. ]
Ah. Zashiki Warashi are a particularly...
messy
sort of Mononoke.
[ He decides to spare Aoba the specifics (not that he's ever been particularly specific about anything once in his entire life) because quite frankly losing one's appetite after a long day of work probably isn't healthy. ]
I needed to shower afterwards and my hair is particularly reluctant to dry.
Mostly. The nurse outfit requires heels a little bigger than I'd like, but less people attempted to be handsy; I suppose carrying a needle with me is intimidating. I also am a bit sore. I helped the owner move inventory around because his son is in cram school and the other girls aren't really capable of lifting as much.
[Aoba quickly braids her hair to keep it away from the food before they begin their meal.]
[ There's a sympathetic nod. Oh boy has he had that problem before - certainly not nearly as often as Aoba, and definitely not in heels, but people really ought to learn about boundaries. ]
I am sure the needle is a good reminder that paying for one service does not entitle them to others.
It must not have been easy to lift in those shoes. If you like, I have an ointment for sore muscles.
[Once her hair is done she tosses it over her shoulder and begins to start picking at her meal to make sure it's optimal temperature to start digging in.]
[Speaking of food she'll heartily tear into it. She seems content to focus on the food unless he wants to hold conversation while they eat. Her reactions will mostly be a sting of delighted hums and warm sighs at the taste of their dinner.]
[ Far be it for him to interrupt; not after the day she's had. And it's more than a little flattering that she's tackling the meal with such gusto.
But then again, the simpler dishes always seem to feel the most soothing.
He gradually works his way through his own meal, sitting in a sort of comfortable silence with Aoba as sounds of the city filter in. It feels like a nice, lazy night after a long and hectic day. ]
[ He's nearly done with his meal when his ears practically perk at the mention of dessert. A sweet tooth through and through. ]
That does sound nice. Thank you.
[ Once finished, he brings out the rest of the dishes, scraping any lingering bits of food into a bowl to be tossed out later, before getting to work drying the ones Aoba finished. ]
Do you have any plans for the evening? Or would you just like to relax for the night?
[Spirits and faeries are more active during that time, and she's nothing but a trouble magnet. So Aoba stays inside the barrier Ayanna made for the apartment.]
Oh? Not particularly interested in the night life?
[ It does make sense - the world can be a dangerous place and Aoba would be a beacon to ...stranger beings. He is certainly drawn to her well enough.
Maybe another night they'll go out. And he may be inclined to incorporate little lessons on what to watch out for, how to recognize threat from friend from neutral. After all, spirits and faeries aren't necessarily more dangerous than humans; just that the warning signs are different. ]
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tfln for aoba;
[ He glances up to the damp towel before giving a small nod and plopping down at the table. ]
Ah. Zashiki Warashi are a particularly...
messy
sort of Mononoke.
[ He decides to spare Aoba the specifics (not that he's ever been particularly specific about anything once in his entire life) because quite frankly losing one's appetite after a long day of work probably isn't healthy. ]
I needed to shower afterwards and my hair is particularly reluctant to dry.
Did work fare well for you?
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[Aoba quickly braids her hair to keep it away from the food before they begin their meal.]
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I am sure the needle is a good reminder that paying for one service does not entitle them to others.
It must not have been easy to lift in those shoes. If you like, I have an ointment for sore muscles.
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[Once her hair is done she tosses it over her shoulder and begins to start picking at her meal to make sure it's optimal temperature to start digging in.]
It smells so good. Thank you for preparing this.
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[ He smiles, just a little. Not his usual chilly smirk, but there is something a little softer around the edges. ]
deserves good food, no?
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[Speaking of food she'll heartily tear into it. She seems content to focus on the food unless he wants to hold conversation while they eat. Her reactions will mostly be a sting of delighted hums and warm sighs at the taste of their dinner.]
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But then again, the simpler dishes always seem to feel the most soothing.
He gradually works his way through his own meal, sitting in a sort of comfortable silence with Aoba as sounds of the city filter in. It feels like a nice, lazy night after a long and hectic day. ]
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I brought some fruit flavored mochi home if you're wanting any for dessert.
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That does sound nice. Thank you.
[ Once finished, he brings out the rest of the dishes, scraping any lingering bits of food into a bowl to be tossed out later, before getting to work drying the ones Aoba finished. ]
Do you have any plans for the evening? Or would you just like to relax for the night?
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[Spirits and faeries are more active during that time, and she's nothing but a trouble magnet. So Aoba stays inside the barrier Ayanna made for the apartment.]
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[ It does make sense - the world can be a dangerous place and Aoba would be a beacon to ...stranger beings. He is certainly drawn to her well enough.
Maybe another night they'll go out. And he may be inclined to incorporate little lessons on what to watch out for, how to recognize threat from friend from neutral. After all, spirits and faeries aren't necessarily more dangerous than humans; just that the warning signs are different. ]
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[Though that's kind of a Romantic Venture and a little on the boring side so she never makes plans for it.]