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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 6, 2013 16:58:33 GMT -5
I stopped dead.
"What? You what? Why? Namine, what's going on?" My still-groggy brain suddenly turned over all the worst-case scenarios and became suddenly, incredibly suspicious.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 6, 2013 17:05:05 GMT -5
Blink. Blink.
"You said you'd go shopping with me."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 6, 2013 17:11:18 GMT -5
Blink.
Blink blink.
"After school, I said after school, Namine."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 6, 2013 17:17:03 GMT -5
"Well," I give a sly grin. "Now that you don't have any school it is after school~."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 6, 2013 17:19:27 GMT -5
I headwalled. Then sighed.
"Alrigth, alright," I said, shaking my head. "But give me like, half an hour to grab a shower and get ready, alright?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 6, 2013 17:26:08 GMT -5
"I shall have breakfast done by then~," And I skipped off to make breakfast while Neku gets ready.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 6, 2013 21:04:38 GMT -5
Showering with wings is an interesting experience - that's all I have to say on the subject. Clean and dressed in a shirt with a back that was probably a bit too low to look 100% straight, but allowed my wings to be free at least for breakfast (after which I'd turn 'human' again and throw on a hoodie), I headed into the kitchen to see what Nami had made this morning. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.
"What's cooking?" I asked, running a hand through my wet hair, fluffing it back into shape.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 7, 2013 0:14:10 GMT -5
I giggle before humming that same tune I've been humming forever now, keeping my eyes to myself and my work so I don't... well... act a fool too early in the morning... My spatula scrapping below the white eggy part of the french toast I've been making, nothing like bread drenched in egg whites to start your day off right~.
Jerking my head to the already piled high plate next to me I reply smoothly, "French Toast, my love... Although I fail to see what's so French about this... Maybe its the cinnamon?" Shoulders shrugging I add. "There is a bowl of home made syrup made from pears and apricots, don't I spoil you~?" A light giggle leaves my lips as I finish off the last slice of French Toast and gently lay it on the serving plate, turn off the stove top, and then skip over the fridge and frown to myself.
"We need something else... how... about... milk!" And I pull out the milk, shaking it a bit as I show it off to the orange haired beauty I finally lay my eyes on, dammit, clean thoughts Namine! Humming to myself once more as I await his response. "Whatcha think?" The plates to eat off of are already set out and only need to be filled, same goes for our glasses for some form of drink... Besides, coffee will make me dependent again, I'm good with out it for now~.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 7, 2013 1:55:33 GMT -5
She'd been acting odd ever since that night when things had finally gone just a little bit too far between the two of us, and I shook my head with a small smile. "Nothing like milk to keep the fangs sharp," I said with a sarcastically chipper note in my tone. I started to dish myself and Nami some food, taking over that duty for once before she could step in and stop me. A comfortable routine, even though she'd let me sleep in today - more like our weekend routine, and I sighed a little to myself. She wouldn't let me close. I missed the old, sarcastic, teasing Namine - but... that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Letting her... well... get me to do it was probably the worst thing I could've done. That was my only regret.
I smiled, giving her an appraising look before busying myself with the food again; she wouldn't appreciate it. Dammit, Neku, why are you such an idiot?
I put the first plate in front of her usual spot before dishing myself some more, letting her pour the milk because doing everything for her made her feel useless, which I knew from her pre-forgetting-Angel days.
Goddamn jackass. I wanted to put my claws through his eye sockets.
I shook off the demonic thought and added another slice to my plate, then set it in front of the stool I'd been using and sat down, ready to spread homemade jam on it.
"So what's the occasion for the homemade stuff?" I asked her.
Green eyes looked back at me from the reflection in the milk glass; I picked it up and took a drink so they wouldn't have to look back at me. My appearance still unsettled me, just a little bit.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 7, 2013 2:15:23 GMT -5
Humming I take my seat once done pouring my milk, glancing up at Neku once he asks a question, disgust clearly drafting from him to me... But I write it off and give a small smile before speaking, "I felt like cooking today." Completely true, none of my other motives are behind this act, so he won't see anything wrong with it... except the fact I don't normally make homemade breakfast on school days... usually its 'here's your defrosted pancake with some fruit for eyes and a smile all smothered in syrup hair' or 'get your own damn cereal, can't you see I'm cramping?' or even 'oatmeal is in the microwave'. This a rarity and better darn well appreciate every bite of it too!
Speaking of which.
I take a large bite of my food and resort to mental communication, Eat up and don't get used to it... And I sip at my milk before returning to my toast. We've a big day ahead of us.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 7, 2013 2:28:05 GMT -5
"Shopping for a romantic dinner is a big day?" I asked with a smile, smothering the french toast in syrup. "Sounds like we'll be getting more than strawberries and Martinelli's."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 7, 2013 2:36:46 GMT -5
Blink.
"Actually I was thinking white wine and lime and bit of apply juice," Is my simple response before shrugging. "We may do some other browsing as well."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 7, 2013 2:44:09 GMT -5
"You do know that I'm not of age to buy alcohol even in this city, right?" I pointed out with a smile.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 7, 2013 2:51:03 GMT -5
"You seem to forget I am old enough and have an id, so, neh!" A small smile graces my features before I finish off my food and sip at my milk again, I hate the taste of milk.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Jan 7, 2013 2:52:09 GMT -5
Why are we drinking it if neither of us like it? I asked silently as I started scarfing down French Toast.
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