The Empty Apartment

[Jenna Scorn]

"..H-Heh. C-C'mere, th-then.. w-want t-to sh-show y-you w-what w-we'll b-be s-serving.."


She smiled, no, grinned. Beamed at him. Could hardly contain herself. Licking her slower lip as she slowly stood upon her feet. She almost felt like flying, hovering on over to him. But her feet found themselves gently padding across the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Joining him, crooning into him almost. He was cooking, they were cooking.


Together.

And now, as time seemed to stand still...Johnathan was singing to her.

The two of them gently swaying.



Heaven.

Heaven.

Heaven.



Now, seating herself at the table.

She'd let her palms rest against the tabletop.

Blue eyes glancing over at Johnathan with a soft smile.

"..T-Thanks f-for h-helping me out there..."

He's so cute!!!

A smirk spread on her lips.


"Meh, no problem."

[Winters]

Dinner And A...

Just feeling little bit of.. yeah. No need for words.. just now. She was cute. So amazingly cute. The little tilt of her head, that little smile she did.. the way she could look at anything with those deep blue eyes of hers..

"Meh, no problem."

Right hand went behind his ears, tucking the hair behind his ears, as he allowed himself that frugal smile at her. Because he didn't smile for just any reason. Not for stupid things. The point was in saving your emotions, so that.. when you do finally say something.. you know they will listen.

..Or so he hoped.

Because.. right now.. almost all his attention was on her. Eyes continued to flick up to her face, as he settled a pair of serving spoons and ladles into the dishes. Still standing over the table, he used a pair of these serving spoons on the noodle-like Spätzle, grabbing up a good portion of it, and putting down a medium portion onto Jenna's plate, before doing the same for himself. Sliding the Spätzle to the side on their plates a little, he put those two spoons back into the noodles.

The Klöße. Four potato dumplings on each plate. And finally.. Kartoffelsalat. Warm German potato salad. Aromas wafting up a more decisive smile came upon Jonathan's face, without himself knowing. A hobby and a passion of his.. he enjoyed cooking for others. Only hoped that she'd enjoy it as much as he enjoyed cooking this..

A snap of his finger, as he whisked himself away, walking hurriedly to the refrigerator in a vaguely professional manner..

"..E-Ey.. y-you w-want Apfelsaftschorle, o-or Spezi? Apfelsaftschorle i-is a-an a-apple j-juice m-mixed w-with s-sparking m-mineral w-water. S-Spezi i-is a-a s-soft d-drink m-made f-from c-cola a-and l-lemonade. I-Imported b-both f-from G-Germany.." he said opening up the fridge, crouching down to it.

..It was strange.

Strange because, in a few days... this fridge would also be filled with canisters of saved up cans, given to him by Mr. Asiv. When he would become S.H.C.P. But, how would she react? However.. at this moment.. he cared for nothing else.

..Just these next few hours.

Time spent with her.

Jenna.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..E-Ey.. y-you w-want Apfelsaftschorle, o-or Spezi? Apfelsaftschorle i-is a-an a-apple j-juice m-mixed w-with s-sparking m-mineral w-water. S-Spezi i-is a-a s-soft d-drink m-made f-from c-cola a-and l-lemonade. I-Imported b-both f-from G-Germany.."

"Mmmmmm..."

She thought for a moment. Licking her lips before flicking a few strands of pink hair form her face.

"The first one! I love apple juice!"

Sitting forward in her seat, her hands folding against once another as she sat impatiently.

She could hardly wait to try the wonderful food he had prepared for her. She'd never had anything like the dishes before her.

Smiling, looking at Winters silently now.

He's so cute, so silent.


So alone.

It was true.

He was alone, and as Calamity sat there she'd feel a little sad. Glancing to the side, almost felt bad for him.

Really bad.

[Winters]

OOC: Sorry for the delay, and lack of info, but.. it's been a while, since we touched on this thread, so.. ja. Also, apologies for shortness!

Pondering

Things are not always as they appear. Life has made things so unclear that it is always foggy. Will you take the time to take it step by step, fanning away the fog? Will you jump in with two feet and trust yourself to know the way? The path, after all, is scarcely ever straight and right before our eyes, just a few feet, a few miles away. Branches become crooked, and twist and writhe in paralyzingly painful ways. Yes, it is easy, so very easy, to go forth with your own strength, to try and gallantly go and clear your own path. But... as all people are like good intentions, they can become so easily awry, twisted, forced against what they had initially sought out to correct or destroy. Ideals become broken. The foundation crumbles. And all hopes and dreams become crushed. So often it is, that when one traveler stumbles upon another that.. they try to protect them for as long as they can, to keep that person from being so twisted. But they don't always do this, nor can they always save those fellow lost souls. Of course... not everyone has the same destination in mind. So, what can be expected?

So, was Jonathan one of these lost souls? Knuckles bent, his fingers curling around the Apfelsaftschorle for Jenna, he hovered about grabbing a second one as well... but instead, chose the Spezi. Mind was clicking, things were reworking. Had some serious thoughts on his mind, in actuality. Aye.. however, the nature was.. not something that would probably be normally thought up for a normal conversation. Wasn't his style, never really was. Dismissing it mentally for the moment, he turned about, and began to walk over with the drinks in his hands, over to Jenna.

..To find her... looking back at him?

...

Two thuds. Subtle ones.

For a while, Jonathan stood over the table. A neutral look in his face, a ponderous look in his eyes, as he seemed to ponder over something. Realizing he was looking at the table, just standing over it for a few moments, he shook his head. Out of the little trance. "..E-Er.. s-sorry. C-Come o-on, l-let's d-dig i-in.. w-was j-just t-thinking o-over s-something i-is a-all.."

A little embarrassed, he quickly moved to his chair, and sat down. Though.. he held his head down for a little, muttering something under his breath, his hair falling before his face a little, before he abruptly moved it back up.

..Aye. A prayer.

However, there was little to no concern on his face, irregardless of what Jenna believed in, and he abruptly went to opening his Spezi can, as if everything was normal.

...So of course, a lot of things were going on, craning the gears in the back of his head.

[Jenna Scorn]

The two small thuds were only a gentle form of ruckess upon her ears. She'd look at the drinks for a moment, eying them with blue eyes. Now, glancing up at him. Looking at him yet again, like she had before.

He seemed lost.

No.

Rather...stuck.

Stuck in place?

Stuck in something?

Stuck on something?

Craning her head forward a bit, blinking her eyes up at him as to catch his attention.

Licking her lips.

"Hmmm?"

"..E-Er.. s-sorry. C-Come o-on, l-let's d-dig i-in.. w-was j-just t-thinking o-over s-something i-is a-all.."

Blinking her eyes, looking to the side.

Wondering.

Wondering what was in his mind.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Licking her lips again and giving a gentle nod.

"Care to talk about it?"

Looking at him.

Those large, almost unrealistically large eyes peering at him.


Had she done something wrong?

[Winters]

Thoughts About...

"Care to talk about it?"

Huh?

He'd barely just lifted his fork, actually... was hoping to get something to eat, but... it was his fault that she reacted this way, after all. Not surprising at all, in that manner. Still wasn't used to having other people worry about him, though.

Moved uneasily in his seat...

Fork slowly came up irregardless, and came to one of the dumplings. "..W-Well... i-it's n-nothing l-large. B-But, p-please. E-Eat. I-It's a-all s-still v-very w-warm, y-you s-see." And it would be a waste to abuse food in it's prime, after all. Smiling a little bit, some peace returned to his eyes for a moment, as his head bowed over the plate, and he took a bite into the dumpling.

...Delicious.

Texture, the hearty texture, swimming into his mouth, he took care to savor it as best as he could. After all, he did not make this, solely by himself. There was a little bit more in the food that made it taste a little bit better then normal.

"...I-I'll s-start w-with a-a q-question t-to y-your q-question.." he said, after a bit of time, his left hand going to his Spezi, and taking a quiet sip from it. He was, to say the least, a bit of a quiet eater, in spite of how much his stomach demanded that he eat faster. No, he'd rather take his time, for the time being. Hair covered up his left eye, as he slowly shift his head to one side to move the hair to cover his other eye instead.

"..H-Have y-you e-ever d-desired.. s-strength?"

No. It was a typical guy question, you might say. Or, more rather, typical of Jonathan. There was more relevance in what he was asking in terms of how she would respond, that would ultimately decide his decision about his current situation, with her right now. Right now... he already had his goals set. What if her goals were different? Did she understand how men felt, about silly things as this?

But ah, ah, getting far too ahead of myself here.

What say you, Jenna?

Quietly swirling around his Spezi, he took another sip, as he slowly began to pick up the pace in his eating...

[Jenna Scorn]

"..W-Well... i-it's n-nothing l-large."

Nothing large?

She smiled to herself, watching him as he spoke. Of course it was something large, it always was when you denied such a thing. She almost gave a soft giggle, but now letting her eyes rest upon him as he spoke."B-But, p-please. E-Eat. I-It's a-all s-still v-very w-warm, y-you s-see."

A small nod, looking at her food. Gently stabbing at one of her dumpling and now letting her teeth enclose about it. The flavor would linger upon her taste buds for a long moment before she'd smile at Johnathan.


"Mmmm, absolutely wonderful!"

Reaching for her drink, lifting it to her lips and taking a gulp.

"You'll have to cook for me more often!"

A small tease, smiling in his direction still.

"...I-I'll s-start w-with a-a q-question t-to y-your q-question.."

Thinking about it for a moment, bringing more food into her mouth and then nodding.

"Ok, ask away."

"..H-Have y-you e-ever d-desired.. s-strength?"

She had been raising her fork to her mouth, and now stopped. Fork in midair, mouth wide open waiting for the food. Blue eyes large as she stared at him. She soon closed her mouth, resting the fork against the plate and letting those blue eyes fall to the side.

Strength?

A sad reflection playing in those eyes, it was almost as if her very shoulders had sunk in, looking so sluggish in that seat now. She'd take a deep breath in. Thoughts of her father running through her mind.

She had desired strength, desired power.

And it was the very thing that had gotten her into so much trouble, gotten her father killed.

Looking at Winters now.

Licking her lips and giving a small nod.

"Desired strength?"

A small nod.

"That I have."

[Winters]

Decisions, Decisions...

"That I have."

...For a while, Jonathan had just watched her in her responses. Lack of vigor, lack of strength. The strength that he needed in his goals. Blunt? Well, yes, but as he slowly forked a dumpling, and popped it into his mouth, chewing rather slowly, his eyes weren't fully open, keeping a rather serious tone to it.

There was reluctance in her face. As if the thought of 'power' disgusted her.

"...T-Taking a-a g-gamble, a-and l-losing. T-Taking a-a g-gamble a-and w-winning. A-Always a-a g-gamble. A-Always. Y-Yet, i-if y-you r-risk n-nothing, h-how c-can y-you g-grow?... I-If y-you o-overcome n-nothing, h-how c-can y-you s-succeed? A-After a-all, th-that's w-what v-victory i-is, i-isn't i-it? V-Victor m-meaning... 'conqour', i-in G-Greek. C-Conquest... o-over s-something... y-yes.." he slowly began muttering to himself, just barely audible, yet loud enough so that she could hear his thoughts, as he spoke to himself, his eyes somewhat, at this point.. a little more lucid---No. Not lucid. Disappointed. But, he bit the tip of his tongue. What to do now then?

...What to do?

She'd opened up his eyes... yet, she didn't hold the key to his greatest desire.

...

Power.

Intoxicating. Alluring. What everyone desires and fears. What he wanted to attain. What he wanted to offer the other people as weak as himself. To grow strong. To become stronger. Reach limits. Surpass them. Idealistic? Oh, most certainly, most certainly. But if you aim so low, how can you ever hope to hit the target? If you're reaching the sun, how far will the tallest mountain take you, before there's nothing but dirt? Is that not why man took the planes, jets, and helicopters? Soaring above the ground, and into the sky? And why people ascended to the Heavens above? To reach the moon? Back in the Cold War, with the fear of nuclear missles being attached to satellites, and fired anywhere on the world. Full of possibilities. The world could've become a different place, if World War III had set off. But then, power was never handled wisely, power was ever always corruptible. But, power remained just that: Power.

Was it a sin?

Was it a sin to strive to attain something?

Intentions to share.

...No. He did not intend on holding back for only himself. That was selfishness of the greatest level.

But self-justification. Aye. He was justifying himself. Why?

Why though?

...Because of that.

Yes. That.

Because of what he'd seen. What he'd heard. What'd he smelled, what he breathed, what he felt... that guilt. How to amend it? By paying back to society. How to do that? By becoming powerful to do it. How to attain power? ...Now, that was the trick question.

But now.. Calamity... Jenna...

His eyes rose up. Very subtle. An air of seriousness... almost choking, surrounding him. Filling the room.

"...I-I k-know n-not o-of w-what m-may h-have h-happened. A-And I-I'm a-aware o-of r-risks. B-But p-power i-is w-what I-I s-seek. M-My q-question t-to y-you i-is th-this. N-Not v-very p-polite, b-but h-honest:"

"...W-Will y-you h-help m-me? W-Will y-you d-do n-nothing? O-Or w-will y-you d-drag m-me d-down, h-hold m-me b-back, o-or t-try t-to s-stop m-me?"

His left hand stirred into the noodles. Eyes lowering, as he took a sip of Spezi, in a fairly normal tone.

"I-I h-have b-been v-very d-docile... v-very q-quiet... v-very p-polite. A-All m-my l-life. B-But I-I c-cannot l-lie t-to y-you. Y-You've s-showed m-me m-many d-doors, wh-when w-we m-met, y-yesterday... b-but I-I've m-mapped o-out m-my p-path a-a l-long, l-long t-time a-ago, a-always d-double c-checking, b-but, a-apparently, i-it i-is m-my c-course I-I'm d-directing m-my l-life. I-Intentions w-will m-mean n-nothing, c-cannot b-be f-fulfilled, u-until I-I c-can a-attain s-strength.. N-Not p-physical. B-But t-the a-ability t-to g-give s-strength t-to o-others... w-will y-you th-then... Jenna..."

Will you then... stay with me?

Stop me?

Or just watch?

He stopped there. There was nothing more to say.

Nothing at all.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..T-Taking a-a g-gamble, a-and l-losing." Eyes had casted themselves silently against the table.

Blue gems wondering, lingering over her plate of food.

His hands had made this.


Johnathan's hands had made this....

But what else were his hands capable of?


Was Johnathan capable of fighting?

Attacking, tearing, ripping?

Was he capable of murder?

Most certainly...

She'd met Thrush after all...


"T-Taking a-a g-gamble a-and w-winning."


And that beast was most definitely capable of using those monstrous hands of his to tear a pour..innocent human...no...girl to shreds.

Innocent...

A small smirk pressing against her lips.

Ah, yes.

"A-Always a-a g-gamble."

Innocent.


Innocent Calamity...

Johnathan's hands were capable of more then just death...

they were capable of...

Thrush...he was capable of devouring her innocence.

"A-Always"

Now, blue eyes peered up at Johnathan.

Always.

"B-But p-power i-is w-what I-I s-seek. M-My q-question t-to y-you i-is th-this. N-Not v-very p-polite, b-but h-honest:"

Blue eyes gazed at Johnathan as he spoke, blue eyes focussed on him, but more or so his lips.

"...W-Will y-you h-help m-me?"

Jenna had danced with a powerful man before, tangled in his web of lies and deceit.

And she had paid dearly for leaving that man.

"W-Will y-you d-do n-nothing?"

She swore to never go back... but that was then.

Back whens he had something to hold, to love.

"O-Or w-will y-you d-drag m-me d-down, h-hold m-me b-back, o-or t-try t-to s-stop m-me?"

Now, the very thing she wished to hold and love was the very thing, the very man who wished for such power.

And the only thing that changed now was that she had nothing....

Only her mother... and honestly...that wasn't enough from keeping her straight laced.

Jenna's father couldn't protect her.
He hadn't stood a chance against Daisuke and his men.

"B-But I-I c-cannot l-lie t-to y-you. Y-You've s-showed m-me m-many d-doors..."

Johnathan?

"B-But t-the a-ability t-to g-give s-strength t-to o-others... w-will y-you th-then... Jenna..."

Jenna?

That name?

Blue eyes beamed into his, head tilted forward.

There was a feeling, a large feeling that swelled up inside of her.

And now as she looked at him, her heart was pounding deep against her chest.

Johnathan was different.

He was strong.

She could feel it.

"Johnathan, I can..and will do anything you ask of me."

Her right hand fell flat against the table, her palm feeling the cold table top beneath it.

"I'll fallow you to the ends of earth, to the depths of hell below..."

Eyes darted up him yet again, fixing on him.

"As long as you love me..."


Can you do that?

Are you capable of that?

"Thats all I ask. And in return you will have the most loyalest companion in the world."


I swear it!

[Winters]

Hell Is Rather Lonely

"Johnathan, I can..and will do anything you ask of me."

Oh now?

"I'll fallow you to the ends of earth, to the depths of hell below..."

...

"As long as you love me..."

..?

"Thats all I ask. And in return you will have the most loyalest companion in the world."

She was... leaning over the table. Table underneath her. He slowly stood up in response. Eyes grew soft, as his left hand slowly clutched the edge of the table, forgetting about the food for the moment. Right hand reaching over to touch at the cheek.

"..Y-You s-see... th-the o-only i-issue w-with th-that... i-is th-that I-I'll h-have t-to g-go t-to H-Hell a-alone. B-But... I-I w-would l-like s-some c-company o-on th-the w-way d-down.." he said a little softly.

I think.. I hope I can say... that I am a good man.

...A good man with every ill intention in the world. There would be no point in harming you, in killing you. It would only be one less smile that the world would have. How will I know if I will love you forever? But care will forever remain. And for now... love... infatuation... whatever you call it. That IS present as well.

Very present.

Thumb stroked the cheek again.

I have many personal defenses. You'd have to shatter each and everyone of them to know the real me.

A light kiss.

So, if you intend to know me... I ask that God make you strong.

...Strong.

The kiss was pressed.

So what will you do, Jenna?

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Y-You h-hurt th-this g-girl, a-and I-I W-WILL k-kill y-you."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa... no. No, Master. She's all yours. I find nothing to love in her."

"..W-Well, a-aren't y-you t-the m-morbid l-little f-fool..? B-But th-then, I-I d-doubt y-you'd u-understand."

"Hah. A woman who lets herself get knocked down so easily? Terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE."

"Y-You're a-a f-fucking p-prick.."

---

"---..G-Gack... g-gack.. s-STOP IT! STOP IT! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I TAKE IT BACK..."

"..G-Good... I-I h-have n-new o-orders f-for y-you, a-anyways."

"..Ja? Vell, SPILL IT OUT!"

"I-I w-want y-you t-to d-draw o-out th-the P-Pillars, u-until th-the S-School C-Captain f-finally p-pops o-out."

"...Ooooh... alright. What if I run into the same pillar, though?"

"..R-Run a-away. W-Without h-hurting y-yourself b-badly, th-though, r-retard. Y-Your u-usefulness t-to m-me i-is a-almost a-about t-to r-run v-very th-thin..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... alright. Alright. I understand, master. So, what method shall I use to draw them out this time? Shall I defile some boys? Shall I beat over a group of kids and cum all over their bodies---?"

"..N-No. Th-That's a-all c-childish, a-at th-this p-point. F-Find a-a g-girl. A-And b-begin e-eating h-her."

"Or a.... wait, what?"

"..I-I w-want t-to e-experiment w-with y-you t-to s-see h-how m-much y-you c-can e-eat, b-before k-killing a-a g-girl, th-therefore r-rendering h-her u-useless. I-I d-daresay, th-that w-would l-leave a-a l-lot o-of p-pain, w-wouldn't i-it? Y-You'd b-be s-sated f-for a-a v-very g-good l-long t-time."

"........."

"...W-Well?"

"..Men, yes, but, women... sure. You KNOW I can shit around with them.. but.."

"..TH-THIS I-IS A-AN O-ORDER. D-DO I-IT."

"Alright, alright, alright!.. J-Just give me time to get into the proper mindset... alright?"

"..F-Fine."

"..And... I think you forgot to mention to her that.."

"...I-I'll e-explain i-it t-to h-her, s-some o-other t-time."

"..Yes sir...."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

[Jenna Scorn]

"..Y-You s-see... th-the o-only i-issue w-with th-that... i-is th-that I-I'll h-have t-to g-go t-to H-Hell a-alone. B-But... I-I w-would l-like s-some c-company o-on th-the w-way d-down..."A small nod, eyes falling down to look at the table. A small feeling, a small voice was now whispering to her.

Not enough.

It wasn't enough



Was this true?

yes.

She now felt it.

She hadn't said what Johnathan had desired to hear.

But it was all she had, her love, her loyalty...that was all she had to give him.

Her lids fluttered open, like a shivering butterfly to reveal those sparkling blue eyes to him.

His thumb softly touching her, touching her ever so softly as they looked at one another.

She wanted to speak, speak to him, say anything and everything.

Prove herself to him, prove anything to him.

She wasn't enough, and Johnathan must have seen that.

His lips were pressing against her's now, kissing her softly.

When the kiss ended she'd look away.

Face towards him, but eyes drifting to the right.

She was ashamed, slightly embarrassed.

".............I gave the wrong answer..."

A soft breath.

Eyes focusing upon him.

"Didn't I?"

She swallowed.

"B...but...Johnathan...my loyalty...i...its all I have....certainly...yo...you would understand that?!?"

She was frantic, almost it would seem, glaring at him now, slightly angry.
Of course she was overreacting.
But he was all she had.

Her only friend.

She'd lost everything.

She couldn't lose him.

"I...w...what do you want from me!!?!?!?!"

Her hands gripped the edge of the table as she spoke, almost pleading with him.

"What do I have to do to show you...to prove myself to you!!!"

Her heart was pounding her chest, but why?
Why was her heart going so fast?
Why was she so angry?

[Winters]

OOC: Sorry, short post, but I hope I retained quality.

Selfish Request

".............I gave the wrong answer..."

An eyebrow raised. And she was looking back at him, intensely. Frustrated? Well, he wasn't always clear with his words..

"Didn't I?"

For a bit, Jonathan would keep quiet. Had to. Had to know how she would react, how she would take this in.

"B...but...Johnathan...my loyalty...i...its all I have....certainly...yo...you would understand that?!?"

..You underestimate yourself. His eyes returned the glance, pressing her to speak more, the stern air around him intensifying.

"I...w...what do you want from me!!?!?!?!"

Such longing in her eyes. The way her body held onto the table as if holding onto dear life itself. Desperation. She was asleep still, that was the only explanation for it.

"What do I have to do to show you...to prove myself to you!!!"---

---...And for a moment... Jonathan snapped.---

"WOMAN, YOU COMPLETELY UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF..."

Completely un-stuttering. The thought so strong in his mind that it didn't need to be any more obvious. A clear message that rang out in his head. But, from there, he still had to think of what point he was trying to drive into the nail-board here. Jonathan's face did not change from the stern look, but his eyes were livid with disgust.

"..Y-You s-say y-you o-only h-have l-loyalty? B-Bullshit, m-my d-dear, b-bullshit. Y-You a-are c-capable o-of f-fighting, o-of l-love. Y-You h-have t-talents, c-can s-speak n-normally... A-AND A-A F-FUTURE B-BEYOND T-THIS S-SHIT H-HOLE... B-BUT Y-YOU M-MUST W-WAKE U-UP! W-WAKE U-UP, A-AND G-GET D-DOWN T-TO B-BUSINESS..."

Wake up... and the smell the ashes. His tongue was sharp and cold. In truth, loyalty was typically more then enough than all that he could ever ask for. But she seemed so depressed, so reliant. How could she get stronger, by only acting on these self-destructive emotions? Sadness? Happiness? Sadness and depression he had known. The epitome of selfishness. Thinking only about yourself. Happiness? Unless it included bursts of energy, you would not be striving to boost yourself mentally and/or physically.

Wake up, and smell the ashes, Jenna. They're burning around me. And I'd like some company, before I'd say good-bye. Your potential is amazing, but, ultimately, I cannot force the desire to become strong into you... that must be your own desire. Otherwise, it's manufactured and unreliable.

"...W-Wake u-up... a-and f-fufill y-your p-potential... b-because y-you h-have th-the w-whole w-world b-before y-you. Y-You j-just h-haven't w-wakened u-up. A-And b-being s-stuck w-with m-me w-will n-not m-make y-you s-stronger. Y-You h-have y-yet t-to d-draw o-out y-your o-own s-strength, b-but o-only y-you c-can s-seek th-that o-out, a-after a-all...."

His voice, immediately contrasting, becoming infinitely softer, his eyes simmering down.

"..W-When I-I s-said I-I l-love y-you.. t-that i-in i-itself i-is a-a p-promise o-of u-unbreakable f-friendship. I-Irregardless i-if y-you w-work w-with m-me o-or n-not. B-But a-as t-to h-how f-far a-a p-physical r-relationship w-would t-take u-us?.. I-I d-don't k-know. I-I h-haven't h-had a-a ch-chance t-to c-cool m-my h-head a-and th-think l-logically, s-since I-I've m-met y-you, y-yesterday..."

A little smile..

Sad, perhaps?

"..I-I a-am b-being h-honest w-with y-you."

"B-But th-that d-doesn't m-mean I-I w-wouldn't l-like i-it, i-if y-you w-were a-around.."

..Quite the opposite, actually. And no, he wasn't looking for a 'fuck buddy'. He wasn't that terrible a person. What was terrible... well... that was to be seen.

[Jenna Scorn]

Her lips parted, to spit something else in his direction but as he spoke, she'd grow stiff, looking at him, blue eyes blinking.

"WOMAN, YOU COMPLETELY UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF..."

Brows narrowed, brain working hurriedly on some sort of witty remark but she gave up quickly. Watching him silently.

"..Y-You s-say y-you o-only h-have l-loyalty? B-Bullshit, m-my d-dear, b-bullshit."

I know

"Y-You a-are c-capable o-of f-fighting, o-of l-love."


I know.

" Y-You h-have t-talents, c-can s-speak n-normally... "

Speaking normally has nothing to do with this...


"A-AND A-A F-FUTURE B-BEYOND T-THIS S-SHIT H-HOLE... B-BUT Y-YOU M-MUST W-WAKE U-UP!"


Wake up?

"W-WAKE U-UP, A-AND G-GET D-DOWN T-TO B-BUSINESS..."

"Wake up?"


"...W-Wake u-up... a-and f-fufill y-your p-potential... b-because y-you h-have th-the w-whole w-world b-before y-you. Y-You j-just h-haven't w-wakened u-up. A-And b-being s-stuck w-with m-me w-will n-not m-make y-you s-stronger. Y-You h-have y-yet t-to d-draw o-out y-your o-own s-strength, b-but o-only y-you c-can s-seek th-that o-out, a-after a-all...."

Listening to him, her palms smoothing against the fabric of her tank top. Pressing sweaty digits against the fabric and now letting herself slowly sit.

Seating her rump upon the chair, hands gently resting in her lap as she listened to him. Trying to take in everything.

"..W-When I-I s-said I-I l-love y-you.. t-that i-in i-itself i-is a-a p-promise o-of u-unbreakable f-friendship."

Calamity would peek up at him, strands of hair falling into her face before she'd brush them away with the back of her right hand.


"I-Irregardless i-if y-you w-work w-with m-me o-or n-not. B-But a-as t-to h-how f-far a-a p-physical r-relationship w-would t-take u-us?.. I-I d-don't k-know. I-I h-haven't h-had a-a ch-chance t-to c-cool m-my h-head a-and th-think l-logically, s-since I-I've m-met y-you, y-yesterday..."

Now, so many thing remained, swimming along inside her head. Finger's stretched and pulled nervously at the hem of her shirt. Tongue lining her lower lip.


"..I-I a-am b-being h-honest w-with y-you."


"Oh, I would assume so..."

Her hand would go back, snapping against her jacket that rested upon the backside of her chair. Readying to pull it upon her shoulders in one fellow swoop but he spoke again, blue eyes watching him closely.

"B-But th-that d-doesn't m-mean I-I w-wouldn't l-like i-it, i-if y-you w-were a-around.."

Fingers twitched against the fabric of her jacket, and her grip would loosen. She'd swallow, a deep breath and now return her gaze to him.

A small nod, all she could manage for now. Turning right in her seat, letting her hands rest against the table top.

".......Will you be needing help with the dishes?"

[Winters]

Help With The Dishes

".......Will you be needing help with the dishes?"

In truth, he liked doing his chores by himself. Didn't like burdening others with things. And besides, when she left, he'd have nothing to do. But... something was telling him, well..

"..S-Sure. I-If i-it d-doesn't t-trouble y-you t-too m-much. B-But a-are y-you e-even d-done e-eating y-yet? I-I s-sorta s-still a-am.."

..Maybe he'd prepared a little too much. But, that would buy him time to be with her. Just.. hang out. Didn't know what to talk about just yet. There didn't seem to be much to talk about. Could always say what he was 'overheard' from other people.. but yeah.

Fork went to serve himself some spatzle. Twirled it around a bit. Why was he keeping her around? He slowly engulfed the mass of noodles in his mouth. Because she was his friend. ...And to say he loved her, when at this point, it was still infatuation was possibly a mistake, but, he was exploring himself.

..And maybe her, a little.

Inside his mind, he would mentally roll his eyes at himself.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..S-Sure. I-If i-it d-doesn't t-trouble y-you t-too m-much."

A soft smile.

Glad to hopefully be of some assistance to him. She'd felt like such a burden, and not just to him.

But that was another story.

" B-But a-are y-you e-even d-done e-eating y-yet?"

"Yes, I am. I'm just...trying to change the......subject...and doing a horrible job at it."

She loved his food, tasted so good!
She didn't want him to think she didn't like it.

"It's very yummy! ...The food."

Letting her eyes softly settle on him.

Now, looking down at her plate, licking her lower lip and swirling her food around a bit. Strands of hair fell into her face, and without even thinking she'd tuck them behind her ear.

She'd learned so much about him within just a few hours...

A soft smile as she'd scoop some of the food into her mouth.

Chewing.

Looking at him again now as she'd dab her lips with a napkin.

"We'll have to do this again sometime. Maybe at my place?"

She paused, setting her napkin down upon the table.

"If your willing."

A meek grin.

"Thrush can come to if you'd like!"

Tilting her head to the side as she beamed at him.

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