"A lot?" She echoed in a moment of disbelief, her body stretching a bit with the weight of the world on her shoulders as she watched him carefully. The way his dull blue eyes mulled over her body drove her crazy, and forced her to keep her cool as she gave a slow smile, his eyes slowly moving back up to hers as he agreed to join her at her place. It was about time he knew where to find her.
His towel suddenly dropped as her mind wandered around about food for a moment, her eyes suddenly sending the message to her brain as her pupils dropped, and her eyebrows raised in a moment of pleasent shock. His body turning away from her as she looked to the side, scoffing a bit to show her amusment as she shook her head and pushed her body away from the counter as he disappeared.
Man, he drove her crazy.
Unlike Saemon, Kitanai lived in a single roomed apartment in the slums, save for the bathroom and a few closets, of course. The apartment appeared virtually untouched--because it was. The kitchen was spotless, the mirrors didn't have a bit of oil on it, and the double bed was made. The only thing out of place was the cot on the ground at the head of the bed--that was actually where Kita slept most of the time during her stay there, as she gave Orinan the bed out of sympathy and politeness. He was, however, not home.
"Home sweet home," Her tone was slightly sarcastic as she immedietly moved to a closet, openning it and pulling out a new set of clothes as she pulled off the dirty clothes she had worn the day before. The new outfit was by no means anything special, as neither was his. In fact, the oversized grey sweater and black shorts could have been called uncharateristically boring for her. It was neither form fitting, nor sexy, but rather showed off her long legs and slim size. All in all, she was just tired of being uncomfortable.
"Seriously grab whatever you want out of the fridge," She called as she pulled the shorts over her toned rear, "I have so many already made meals that I never have time to eat. Warm it up and enjoy!" She laughed from the hall, pulling the sweater over the rest of her body, and letting it hang loosely over her form and past the shorts as she threw her braid over her shoulder and walked out, her fingers tied together in front of her as she smiled. "Find anything good?" She inquired, moving over to the fridge to open it and take a look for herself.
His towel suddenly dropped as her mind wandered around about food for a moment, her eyes suddenly sending the message to her brain as her pupils dropped, and her eyebrows raised in a moment of pleasent shock. His body turning away from her as she looked to the side, scoffing a bit to show her amusment as she shook her head and pushed her body away from the counter as he disappeared.
Man, he drove her crazy.
Later. Ijimeru Residence.
Unlike Saemon, Kitanai lived in a single roomed apartment in the slums, save for the bathroom and a few closets, of course. The apartment appeared virtually untouched--because it was. The kitchen was spotless, the mirrors didn't have a bit of oil on it, and the double bed was made. The only thing out of place was the cot on the ground at the head of the bed--that was actually where Kita slept most of the time during her stay there, as she gave Orinan the bed out of sympathy and politeness. He was, however, not home.
"Home sweet home," Her tone was slightly sarcastic as she immedietly moved to a closet, openning it and pulling out a new set of clothes as she pulled off the dirty clothes she had worn the day before. The new outfit was by no means anything special, as neither was his. In fact, the oversized grey sweater and black shorts could have been called uncharateristically boring for her. It was neither form fitting, nor sexy, but rather showed off her long legs and slim size. All in all, she was just tired of being uncomfortable.
"Seriously grab whatever you want out of the fridge," She called as she pulled the shorts over her toned rear, "I have so many already made meals that I never have time to eat. Warm it up and enjoy!" She laughed from the hall, pulling the sweater over the rest of her body, and letting it hang loosely over her form and past the shorts as she threw her braid over her shoulder and walked out, her fingers tied together in front of her as she smiled. "Find anything good?" She inquired, moving over to the fridge to open it and take a look for herself.