::Open RP - Welcome to the Confusion!::

[hikikomoriways]

So, the talking hat (which was somehow more intimidating than a talking fridge) had placed Satou in Ravenclaw. The trouble was,he had no idea what that meant, and the bizarre little bug-eyed big-eared creatures he'd seen scuttling around unnerved him too much to try and ask

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[oneof_me]

Unity wasn't here for the buffet, of course, although she thought she would stay for a while and accustom herself to the smells, and maybe eat some bread with a small amount of butter. She just felt like doing something other than knitting.

She'd been knitting a lot, since Amaranth had introduced her to it. It was far more satisfying than painting, which she'd never been able to do quite the same way that humans could. Painting required instinct. Knitting could be achieved by following a pattern. She was very proud of everything she'd created so far.

Which is why she was now wearing a lime green scarf, navy blue hat and gloves, yellow leg-warmers and a bright red cardigan over a silver sequinned cocktail dress. There were a lot more scarves and several hats back in her room, but she couldn't put them all on at once. It would have looked silly.

She crouched down to peer at the young man under the table. "What are you eating?"

[hikikomoriways]

The color combination seared Satou's retinas, but he wasn't about to comment. For all he knew, it was some sort of fashion.

"Fish," he said warily.

[oneof_me]

Unity nodded. "I haven't tried fish. The scent is quite distinctive." She tilted her head. Something about this person was - familiar. "Why are you sitting down there? Surely the chairs are more comfortable."

[hikikomoriways]

"Safer," he got out. Mello had rattled him quite a bit.

[oneof_me]

"Ah." This made perfect sense. The table was sturdy and less vulnerable to attacks, and provided a good place to conceal oneself. "Are you hiding from a specific threat?"

[hikikomoriways]

"Everything," he rasped out. One word was about all he could manage after his confrontation with Mello.

[oneof_me]

Unity was still not especially good at reading body language or tone of voice, or any of the other mysterious signals humans understood without realising it. But Satou's distress was obvious.

She sat down, curling her legs underneath herself, and nodded again, sympathetically. "'Everything' can be overpowering. There is so much of it."

[hikikomoriways]

Maybe she understood, at least a little. "Too many people," he elaborated.

[oneof_me]

"Yes. And all of them different. Each with their own darkness behind the eyes. Not to mention all the animals, and plants, and - bacteria, and rocks..."

[hikikomoriways]

That was a bit much for Satou just then, and he wrapped his arms around his head with a groan.

[oneof_me]

"...I'm sorry. That was insensitive."

The correct thing to do was offer help. She thought for a moment.

"Would you like a scarf?"

[hikikomoriways]

As cautious as Satou was, he did have a weakness for beautiful women. How could he not?

"Your scarf looks warm," he said. And ohhh, it probably smelled good too.

[oneof_me]

"I made eight of them before moving on to more complex items. They appear to be equally warm. If you would like this one, I can always make another in the same colour." She took it off, holding it out to him. "If you cover your face, it will help to cut down unwanted sensory input. You may find it more convenient than staying under the table."

[hikikomoriways]

He took the scarf. It was still warm from being looped around her neck, and soft. He smiled at Unity sheepishly.

"Thank you. That's very kind."

The likelyhood of Satou using the scarf in an inappropriate fashion approached 100%.

[oneof_me]

She smiled. "You're welcome. I hope you find it helpful."

Unity had no idea there were inappropriate possible uses for a scarf. That whole area of human experience was one she hadn't dared to venture into too deeply yet.

[hikikomoriways]

He tried wrapping it around his head.

It did smell nice. Oh dear...