[A continuation of
this thread from the Conrad's destruction post]
Hiroto's frowning at the contents of his fridge. There's enough in it, sure, but he doesn't know what the fuck this little thing that's asleep on his couch actually eats. That and he's still not entirely sure how he's going to take care of the demon. Wanderer. Demon. She registers as wanderer, but the blood on her and the heat off her skin when he carried her into the taxi tells him otherwise. And if there's anything he's not going to do, it's deny another one like himself their identity.
She was asleep through his showering, through cleaning off his coat and staring at the television (he wasn't quite tired enough to fall asleep again) for an hour or so. He's not sure if she'll just sleep forever or what, but he figures if he's going to make food, he might as well make her some. That's what you do, right?
That's what he did for Akane, even if she didn't always come home until hours after he made it. It hasn't been so long that he's not had something to take care of -- though really, Akane had been able to take care of herself for a good six or seven years, with the exception of a few instances and his money, by the time he'd fallen through. So he hasn't had a lot of practice beyond making sure there's enough food for two and occasionally training. Or giving them money when they ask for it.
Whatever. He pulls a pizza out of the freezer and puts it in the oven, then makes his way over to where he dropped his weaponry when they got back to his room and picks up his katana and sheath. They're both going to need a lot of cleaning. He'll do that while he waits.