Post by Alexykai on May 10, 2016 21:29:17 GMT -5
There was a table with two chairs at it in the living room, not especially comfy chairs but they did their job. Kai's house wasn't made for visitors to come in and spend time, really. She hummed in thought as she got to work on a quick casserole, considering everything that she could talk about with this stranger. What was his name again? Her nose wrinkled as she tried to remember. She was 90% sure he'd said it. Bah. She scowled at her hands as she worked with her ingredients, silent for a few moments while he settled in.
"They're proud of their history. And they have every right to be, of course. But they're a bit stuck in it, really. Not willing to make new history, because they think it will ruin the old. But then, who am I to judge..." She was stuck in her own history, and she knew it, even as she considered again the idea of wearing gloves to hide those scars on her hands. "As for me and Shinigami, since you asked earlier, I don't really have many reasons to actually hate them, and I don't hate them. Or anyone, really. Especially not as a group. One of my teachers hated them because they made him a monster without telling him that's what they were doing, and the other had a tense dislike of their tendency to crawl up the ass of anyone who kills Hollows. Because apparently they'd rather let a Hollow eat a bunch of people than let someone kill it and lose the soul."
Her hands worked easily at the ingredients as she spoke, spreading cheese over vegetables and some breadcrumbs over the top of that. Once she finished with that, she set the dish full of food in the oven and she turned to watch him, leaning back on her kitchen counter. It was a small house, not cramped but comfortable. One could converse with another from any room of the little house. It suited her needs well, though. An oven, a table, and a bed. And plenty of shelves, for nick-knacks and souvenirs, and of course all of her cookbooks. Her little touches added plenty of color to the otherwise drab building, and it was definitely easy to tell that she lived there, and had lived there for a while.
"They're proud of their history. And they have every right to be, of course. But they're a bit stuck in it, really. Not willing to make new history, because they think it will ruin the old. But then, who am I to judge..." She was stuck in her own history, and she knew it, even as she considered again the idea of wearing gloves to hide those scars on her hands. "As for me and Shinigami, since you asked earlier, I don't really have many reasons to actually hate them, and I don't hate them. Or anyone, really. Especially not as a group. One of my teachers hated them because they made him a monster without telling him that's what they were doing, and the other had a tense dislike of their tendency to crawl up the ass of anyone who kills Hollows. Because apparently they'd rather let a Hollow eat a bunch of people than let someone kill it and lose the soul."
Her hands worked easily at the ingredients as she spoke, spreading cheese over vegetables and some breadcrumbs over the top of that. Once she finished with that, she set the dish full of food in the oven and she turned to watch him, leaning back on her kitchen counter. It was a small house, not cramped but comfortable. One could converse with another from any room of the little house. It suited her needs well, though. An oven, a table, and a bed. And plenty of shelves, for nick-knacks and souvenirs, and of course all of her cookbooks. Her little touches added plenty of color to the otherwise drab building, and it was definitely easy to tell that she lived there, and had lived there for a while.