a diclonius and a spoiled brat try to make soup

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Who: subject_seven and proxysearch
When: Thurs, November 25th.
Where: Raul Creed's place.
Summary: Nana's trying to make soup and Re-l goes to help her (since it's not hard to make soup from a can). No, she is not Raul's wife.
Warnings: Cuteness, I suppose, is inevitable.

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Nana had wanted to do something nice for Mister Raul. After all, the man had taken her in after Mister Hughes had disappeared and she'd been living by herself for a few days. He'd taken her to a party, gave her a sister in Pino and all in all, took care of her. In a way, she thought, it wasn't really fair to Mister Raul. After all, he already had his daughter Pino. Why would he need Nana?

But, for some reason, he still kept her around.

So Nana had decided to make soup for Mister Raul. It would be warm and tasty. The only problem was that Nana had never made soup before. Thankfully, Miss Re-l was here to save the day (and the kitchen from impending doom) and so Nana had taken the pot off the stove and turned it off, waiting patiently for her to arrive.

The knock and voice meant she was here and Nana hurriedly ran to the door, almost tripping over her false limbs in the process. Unlocking it with a smile she stared up at the lady with pretty eyes.

"Hello!"

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She'd only briefly seen Nana in person at the party at Lion's Gate, long enough to get a good idea as to the girl's body structure and how she carried herself, but not much else. She was tall for her age - or, really, her mental ge - and those horns were very obvious up close. Still, they looked more like a birth defect, maybe even cat ears, than horns. Why people would immediately liken her to a demon or a devil, she had no idea.

Re-l smiled down at her and bent a little so they were closer in height. "Hello, Nana. How are you? I brought what I promised." Four cans of Alphabet Soup were sitting in her bag and she held them up, walking inside with the girl and closing the door on her own. Sure, Raul didn't need that much, but in case she wanted to make more later...

"What did you do with the pot you had on the stove?"

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"Nana is okay. How are you Miss Re-l?"

And she was okay, really, if not a little bored. Practicing letters and reading and piano only went so far. After all, despite her height and physical looks, Nana really was only six and naturally, had the attention span of any six year old.

Nana was all smiles as she let her gaze wander to the bag.

"Ah, Nana poured the water in the sink and turned the stove off. The pot is in the sink, Miss Re-l."

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"I'm fine, thank you." She glanced around and then followed her to the kitchen, taking the pot out of the sink and putting it back on the stove. She grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned the bottom of it so it wouldn't stick. "Where's Raul?"

Damn man shouldn't leave his "children" alone, after all. She grabbed one of the soup cans and read the directions, making sure it only needed more water after it was poured into the pot. She'd make two, just so everyone had enough, even if Pino didn't eat.

"Do you know how to use a can-opener?"

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"Mister Raul? Ah...Nana's not sure. Mister Raul is either sleeping or maybe he went to the store...?"

She shook her head, watching Re-l intently as she dried the pot. A can-opener. Can-opener...what was a can-opener again?

"Um...No. Nana doesn't."

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It figured. He was out doing something while the poor girl wanted to make him something nice. She'd have a word with him later if she felt like it. For now, there were more pressing matters.

Re-l turned to the drawers and rifled through them for a few minutes until she produced a hand-held can opener, one just like the one she had back home. She took the girl by the hand and led her to the counter with the can. She showed Nana how to hold it.

"Now clamp down hard and hold it; turn that knob with your other hand until it goes all the way around."

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"Ah, okay!"

Nana could do this. She could use the can opener. It was a new experience for sure, as she tried her best to imitate the way Re-l had held the device. Clamping down on the can like she'd been told, Nana furrowed her brow in determination.

She could do this. It wouldn't be hard. She just had to be careful turning it to make sure she didn't break it thanks to her vectors.

One crank, then two, then three. Nothing broken, thankfully. "Ah, it's easy!"

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The girl learned quickly. Good. Re-l kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she was careful so nothing happened to her. Nana may have been strong but she was still just a girl; she didn't want her hurt.

"See, there you go. Now just a little more... Careful, easy." She almost had it, just like that. "Be careful of the jagged edges when you finish."

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If there was a downside to prosthetic limbs it was the fact there was no feeling attached to them; there were no pain receptors. So once Nana had opened the can, nodding cheerfully to Re-l, she grabbed the sharp edged lid with her hand in a way that would surely cut anyone if their hand had actually been fashioned from flesh.

Naturally, of course, this proved to be not a problem to Nana. She couldn't feel it, nor would it cut.

"Now what should Nana do?"