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[A.) action; 1667 Nelson Street]
[Usagi mumbles something about food in her sleep, turning over in bed. That's when a pesky ray of sunlight hits her square in the face, making her wake up. She blinks a few times, absolutely positive that she'd gone to sleep in her own bed that night. And she was in her pink pajamas with the bunnies, not - was that ( Read more... )
[Usagi mumbles something about food in her sleep, turning over in bed. That's when a pesky ray of sunlight hits her square in the face, making her wake up. She blinks a few times, absolutely positive that she'd gone to sleep in her own bed that night. And she was in her pink pajamas with the bunnies, not - was that ( Read more... )
He'll be busy making a simple breakfast that morning: scrambled eggs, bacon, some pancakes. Something simple even he knew. He'll wait for a bit to see if the girl will come down into the kitchen during her confusion and wait to talk to her there. If she doesn't, he'll head up to her room and very gently knock on the door, a plate of food in hand.]
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Mmmm....oh, that smells yummy...
[And her stomach rumbles. Loudly.]
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[His voice and demeanor are warm. Pleasant. The usual act he puts on that throws people off before they find out what he really is. He just smiles and takes a second plate out, as if he's surprised to see a second person here and had no idea one had arrived.]
A new arrival, hmm? Sit down. I'll make you a plate and we can talk.
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[FOOD. Food solves everything.]
Aah, thank you!
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No thanks needed.
[And then takes a seat after getting his own plate.]
It's my house, in a way. As long as I'm here, at least. And since I don't know how long that will be, I suppose I SHOULD assume it to be my house.
[Huh. He never even thought about that before. Hiding in a secret bunker in South America for fifty years kind of kept him from the idea of ever even assuming he could get a house. Not that he particularly cared.]
I'm afraid neither you nor I will be leaving any time soon.
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Mmm. This is really good, thank you.
And yes. If you live here and your name is on the mailbox, that means it's your house. [It makes sense to her.]
Ah, my name is Usagi. It's nice to meet you! But - not leaving? Why...?
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I suppose that is, in fact, true!
You may call me the Major, and it is a pleasure to meet you as well.
Ah. Let me put it this way. You know a birdcage?
Imagine a birdcage with no door. That's what we've been put in.
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Mm. All right, Mr. Major.
...a birdcage without a door...that's sad. It's really sad...
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Mmm. I suppose it is. And yet, it cannot be denied that birds with clipped wings can, on their own, possess a form of beauty.
Of course. That depends on their not being any cats in the house, either.
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[Crybaby? Yep. Usagi manages to keep her tears back, though, at the thought of sad birds with their wings clipped.]
...I guess it does. I guess...but what do you mean, 'cat'?
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A predator, of course.
And in this case, there are several of them in the cage along with the birds.
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I'm sorry to say, but concern would be intelligent. There are some who are, to be quite blunt, killers [Like himself.]. Some aren't even human [Also like himself, but he'd never say or think that.]
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