Did I interrupt something important like your sleep again? Six in the morning is way too late.
[ Says the one who doesn't sleep. ]
The occasion is: I said so, I want you to try my cooking, and I want to hear more about the City. Y'know. Things that we talked about in our last conversation, minus Malkuth.
[ A screenshot of their last text thread follows. ]
I want to hear what you have to say about it. From what I've put together, you two are from different eras, or something to that effect. By default, that makes both of your takes unique and interesting.
This isn't any of your business. If I want to talk about the hellhole we lived in, I want to do it on my own terms. I don't want some stranger I just met to drag it out of me just because he happens to be close with someone from it.
Furthermore, I probably can't tell you everything. I'm bound to a contract, and my employer is here. There will be consequences if I break it now, and said employer always keeps his word.
I can't fault that logic. I'm just a pushy, nosy sort. Doubly so for people who I'm interested in.
How about lunch with no frills, then? I still want you to try this dish. I tastes a little funny with all the synthetic ingredients... But I think it's okay.
[ He makes no comment on her employer. Not yet, anyway. It's definitely worth clocking. ]
[ Power ratings... It's a topic that comes up more often in Kaito's home life than he'd care to admit. Much like politics, he tries to keep well away from it all. ]
And I wasn't planning on leaving base. Neo Tokyo's interesting, but I'm a little wiped after everything that's been going on... Cafeteria at... whenever? Before or after twelve, I don't care. I'd just prefer to dodge the lunch rush.
[ There he is, also in long sleeves loungewear... and a pair of leather gloves! He's drawing something in a notebook with an orange pen sporting a little kitty on the top end.
Across the table sits a dome-shaped metal lid, likely covering the food he mentioned. Kaito doesn't look up, but he does wave with his free hand once she's close. ]
[ On closer inspection, the open pages are covered in notes and small sketches of... food? Pots and pans?
Reaching over it, Kaito plucks the lid up and sets it down next to what it's been hiding: a mug that's been filled most of the way with a thick, piping-hot liquid. Chunks of white 'meat' sit mixed with some sprinklings of greens. A wide spoon sits next to the cup, alongside a small dish of crackers. ]
Clam chowder. Back home, some might designate this as New England Clam Chowder, after a small region.
[ ...Why does he sound like a professor reading off his prompter? Kaito gestures to the cup with his pen. ]
Please, go ahead.
[ Fortunately, this isn't all poisoned. Or laced with laxatives. In fact, it's delicious—like the ingredients were freshly gathered this morning.
[ the last thing she wants is being mansplained to while eating. this guy is so weird...
but like most sinners, she can't say no to free food. so she takes a sip, her eyes momentarily lighting up. it's not the most amazing thing she's ever eaten so far, but it's good, and she takes a couple more spoonfuls before noticing kaito's intense staring. ]
Can you not stare so hard? You're making this weirder than it already is.
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Six in the morning is way too late.
[ Says the one who doesn't sleep. ]
The occasion is: I said so, I want you to try my cooking, and I want to hear more about the City.
Y'know. Things that we talked about in our last conversation, minus Malkuth.
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Also, why the interest about the City? Malkuth is a Librarian; she should know all about it.
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[ A screenshot of their last text thread follows. ]
I want to hear what you have to say about it.
From what I've put together, you two are from different eras, or something to that effect.
By default, that makes both of your takes unique and interesting.
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This isn't any of your business. If I want to talk about the hellhole we lived in, I want to do it on my own terms. I don't want some stranger I just met to drag it out of me just because he happens to be close with someone from it.
Furthermore, I probably can't tell you everything. I'm bound to a contract, and my employer is here. There will be consequences if I break it now, and said employer always keeps his word.
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I can't fault that logic. I'm just a pushy, nosy sort.
Doubly so for people who I'm interested in.
How about lunch with no frills, then?
I still want you to try this dish.
I tastes a little funny with all the synthetic ingredients...
But I think it's okay.
[ He makes no comment on her employer. Not yet, anyway. It's definitely worth clocking. ]
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[ and a lot stronger too. malkuth could easily kill her if she wanted to. ]
Do we have to go out? If it's at the cafeteria, I can drop by there.
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[ Power ratings... It's a topic that comes up more often in Kaito's home life than he'd care to admit. Much like politics, he tries to keep well away from it all. ]
And I wasn't planning on leaving base.
Neo Tokyo's interesting, but I'm a little wiped after everything that's been going on...
Cafeteria at... whenever?
Before or after twelve, I don't care. I'd just prefer to dodge the lunch rush.
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[ she does wait for after the lunch rush is over, before heading to the cafe in her usual loungewear and ponytail. now where's that guy... ]
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Across the table sits a dome-shaped metal lid, likely covering the food he mentioned. Kaito doesn't look up, but he does wave with his free hand once she's close. ]
Yo.
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Well? What's for lunch?
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Reaching over it, Kaito plucks the lid up and sets it down next to what it's been hiding: a mug that's been filled most of the way with a thick, piping-hot liquid. Chunks of white 'meat' sit mixed with some sprinklings of greens. A wide spoon sits next to the cup, alongside a small dish of crackers. ]
Clam chowder. Back home, some might designate this as New England Clam Chowder, after a small region.
[ ...Why does he sound like a professor reading off his prompter? Kaito gestures to the cup with his pen. ]
Please, go ahead.
[ Fortunately, this isn't all poisoned. Or laced with laxatives. In fact, it's delicious—like the ingredients were freshly gathered this morning.
...Don't mind Kaito staring intently. ]
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but like most sinners, she can't say no to free food. so she takes a sip, her eyes momentarily lighting up. it's not the most amazing thing she's ever eaten so far, but it's good, and she takes a couple more spoonfuls before noticing kaito's intense staring. ]
Can you not stare so hard? You're making this weirder than it already is.