Bad Joke (Jason King )

[hualord]

"Hey, you're welcome."

He disengaged the locks on the vehicle, and seriously thought about walking her to her apartment, or whatever. He got out of the car, like the gentleman he was, and walked around to the other side, opening the door for her, letting her out. What a nice guy.

Maybe I should walk her up?

"Do you want me to walk you to your door?"

If yes, then he'd go up with her. If no, then he'd caution her, and leave. Making sure she got in before going anywhere. Friends were there for friends, they didn't stab you in the back like family did sometimes. Once he had received a dollar gift from his aunt for college. Well, she wanted it back, and it was thousands. That kind of thing really hurt, well.. not the pocket these days. But it hurt the heart. Sad really, how people turn on family.

[Oki W. Nanda]

She nodded slowly, smiled, "Yes, please. Oki would appreciate the company..maybe she could treat him to some onigiri."

She got out- more than willingly and seemed to have come to terms. Something tangible, something to hold. Cursed. She smiled, worn though almost genuine and checked her pockets, finding the keys. Then walking at least to the building doors, after linking her arms with his.

[hualord]

"Onigiri, never had it, never heard of it."

He said completely serious. Why would he have ever seen japanese food if he's never been exposed to it? He walked up with her, sort of leading, but letting her lead at the same time. As she had the keys, and she knew which way to go. He wouldn't possibly know, and wasn't about to guess to make himself look stupid.

"So what is it? Ball-o-rice?"

Sounds quite interesting.

[Oki W. Nanda]

Oki looked up, stopping at the top of the stairs, she never took the elevator, smiled, "Onigiri 御握り; おにぎり, sometimes called Omusubi おむすび, , is a snack of Japanese rice formed into triangle or oval shapes and wrapped in nori...edible seaweed in English. Traditionally, the onigiri is filled with pickled ume fruit, umeboshi, salted salmon, katsuobushi, or any other salty or sour ingredient."

She nodded, opening the door to her penthouse, "Oki's been making them since she was little. Very good and easy to make. Come in please. Shoes off just inside the door."

She took her shoes off, walking inside- looking about, "Hello, My Prince." Mikon gave a feathery purr, big blue eyes sleepily opening and closeing- then settling on the new man.

[hualord]

"Ah."

Sounds.. delicious and disgusting at the same time. Kinda like that feeling I get from super rich chocolate.

He does as she told him. Taking off his shoes after just stepping inside, revealing black dress socks. He commonly wore them. His shoes were placed next to her, and he closed the door, checking to see if it was locked. He stepped inside, and looked at the cat. Fur ball, with eyes and claws. That's what he thought of cats, usually. That was unless the cat won him over and didn't try to claw his eyes out.

"Nice. Penthouse suite right?"

[Oki W. Nanda]

Oki bobbed her head, emptying her pockets into a small jar. She sighed- what was she going to do. it would be impossible to hide it after too long. The doctor had said maybe a month now- a whole month and she hadn't known...or guessed. She covered her mouth for a moment- pressing away a sob.

The Siamese's eyes looked towards is female. She seemed to be under some sort of..spell. He had not seen his human look so sad since the tall man had left- or before that when his sister died. Yes, Mikon used to be paired with his sister, a chocolate Siamese while he was more beige. His blue eyes rested on the other male, he rose- a little bigger than a corgi would be, this was a huge cat. He walked over to the new male, sat right infront of him and gave a warning stare. Demanding this mortal give him his respect. HE WAS TO BE GREETED BY ALL AT ENTERING. This was after all HIS territory and HIS human. Who was this one to enter any differently than she?

Oki uncovered her mouth, the wave of sadness fading away, she lifted her eyebrows, smiled, "Don't forget to say hello to Mikon, he gets a little testy with new males. He's the jealous type."

She began to putter in the kitchen, pulling this and that out- starting to play with what would be dinner in a few hours...she hoped Dion liked potstickers and teriyaki chicken with grilled fresh pineapple. "Maybe he would like to stay for dinner as well? Oki is sure Dion wouldn't mind- it's just been us for so long, it'd be nice to have another body about."

[hualord]

"Hello Prince Mikon, I hope you'll grant me entry into your territory."

He said tipping his hat, and leaving it off. He strode past the cat now, and stood in the middle of the room. Not making himself at home, because he hadn't been instructed to do so. And he wasn't about to piss off a cat, and a pregnant woman. That just wouldn't be smart. As the cat had claws. The reasons why pissing off a pregnant woman is obvious; they're emotional, and can be violent. And he wasn't about to try to hurt his friend, who happened to be pregnant.

"Sure, I'll stay for dinner if you'll have me."

If this cat doesn't maul me that is. I don't want to have to clean out any scratch wounds today. I'm just not up for it, not after the last time that happened.

The last time it happened, it was bad. His Aunt Clare's cats, all four of them, decided he was the mortal enemy of God, all at once, and attacked. His arms, and face and legs were so scratched up, in some areas bleeding. It took him weeks to heal completely. Damn cats.

[Oki W. Nanda]

Mikon gave a purr, rubbed against his legs and Oki poking her head into view smiled, "Quick friends. Wonderful request. Jason King- make himself comfortable! Oki will not have her friend standing in the middle of a room looking lost."

She giggled, "While the rice cooks, would he maybe like a tour of Oki's home? It's a bit flashy she admits, had to tap into some saved away sources- but with a godson and taking in those who need a home-" she shrugged her shoulders, "Oki believes it will be big enough," her hand rested on her stomach- a habit to be formed, "for everyone...else Oki will have to buy a house."

She made a face, she honestly didn't want to be THAT settled down- a house...unmarried...not even a boyfriend...her sisters were going to tear into her like they did dimsum and green tea mousse.

[hualord]

He made himself comfortable on a couch until she came out and asked if he'd take a tour. Which he agreed to, and stood up without hesitation, walking towards her. He believed the room he had previously been residing in, was the living room.

"Sure, I'd love a tour."

It is a rather nice place. We shouldn't let it go unloved should we?

He listened to her carefully, she had laughed, and he smiled. It was good that she could still laugh. She wasn't that lost or depressed. That's what that meant. He thought she was doing quite well for herself.

"Well Oki, with all things considered, you're doing quite well for yourself and Dion. I don't think your current family count would need a house, unless everyone starts rubbing against each other too much. That's when you know it's too crowded, and up sizing would be a good idea."

He certainly wanted to settle down one day. Get married eventually, sooner rather than later, but not so soon to the point where he wasn't ready. Maybe have a kid or two, that was the extent of his ambitions so far.

"If you guys need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

[Oki W. Nanda]

Oki showed his the rooms, the artifacts in the living room, where the bathroom was, the bedrooms and delighted in showing him her books- the ones she had written, the ones she was writing and the ones that should have been in a museum- she showed them carefully with gloves- as skin oils are deadly to the texts.

She smiled softly at his words and after showing the books, removing the gloves, took his hands, "Oki would appreciate a more permanent dinner guest," she blushed, quickly letting go, smiled, "He's too skinny anyways- plus, Oki can cook anything. Just give her the recipe and she'll make it."

[hualord]

"Oh nice."

Now that he had the titles, he was going to pick up her books in the bookstore and add it to his collection. He was quite impressed by the books she kept. He was a fan of literature and the written word, and her love for it apparently reflected his own. Though her comment on him being too skinny made him think for a moment.

If I'm too skinny... my cousin is a stick.

"Well I'll have to take you up on that offer then. I don't have much body fat, but it's enough to keep me warm during the winter months."

Like there was any need for body fat to keep one warm during said winter months.

"How good are you at making spaghetti and sauce?"

He asked, wondering if she could make the sauce as well as his mother. Who was not to be questioned on her skill in the making of sauce. It had sausages, and meat balls in it. As well as great spices, fresh tomatoes. He was getting hungry thinking about it.

[Oki W. Nanda]

"M- depends on if he likes fresh vegetables, plenty of meats and spices," she nodded, "Oki can't say she's proud for knowing how to make it, but she can say she's glad she knows how. Such a simple food to make.." she gave a small smile, "Depending on how 'over the top' one wants to go."

She bobbed her head- thinking. The quickly returned to the kitchen to check the rice and start making the natto and a few other things to put into it, "Make himself at home! Blue Eyes, off the counter please."

The Siamese lept to the floor and strode gracefully to the new human. He sniffed at him, didn't smell like the other one- wasn't...touching his human who had, to him, looked like she'd been stung when she had taken this humans hands. Hm. He yowled at the man, ears forward, blue eyes watching- he waited to be picked up. He had best be able to give a good petting or he wouldn't let him have peace much longer.

[hualord]

"Hnnnnn."

He picked up the cat, because it wanted to be so. But he was very cautious, looking at it's eyes before setting it on his lap. Stroking it from head to tail. The fur was pleasant to feel but nothing out of the ordinary to him. He had been around cats before, some mauled him, some didn't. Cat's were weird, which was why he was always wary of them. They didn't have a true constant, like some animals did.

"Do you clean it all on your own?"

He asked her while she was in the other room, he was settled on the couch, once again. And had made a fine point to remark it's quality in the back of his mind. He liked that couch, it was comfortable enough to sleep on.

It's like the couch at home... except it's not at home.

[Oki W. Nanda]

She answered, as she flipped meats and pulled a few vegetables from the refrigerator, "Every morning at four. Oki cleans the house before everyone else is up- even Mikon. With Dion's schedule being as it is..and his homeless friend coming and going as he pleases- Oki decided was best to keep it clean just in case of surprise company."

She lay out some bamboo mats on the counter, started setting everything up to make the- making sure to find the seaweed. Humming lightly as she did, she missed- she missed Zack. Hated herself for admitting it- she had a guest- a good friend, right there in her home and she felt lonely. Biting her lip she fought tears, why couldn't she just come to terms with this? He was gone- she wiped her eyes on a towel- bottling her sudden wave of emotion for later.

"Jason..the rice and meat are ready- does he want to help Oki make them?"

[hualord]

"Sure... but I don't know how to make this stuff."

I think she's going to teach me anyway....

Without a doubt he'd upset Mikon by getting up and walking to the kitchen. Without saying a word to the cat. He stopped petting and got up, and walked away. What an cuss. What kind of pugnacious bastard would get up, and forget Mikon like he was cat on a stick?!

Jason would, because of his disposition towards cats.

"I'll help if I can."

He said, reaching the kitchen. He wasn't sure about how well he'd make japanese food. Italian food, yes, he could make that. But he couldn't make japanese food. Never tried.