1st // Action

[swordboning]

[Welcome to the wonderful world of Shirou. Oh wait, you don't know where that is? Well, you're about to find out and given two great choices on the matter.

A. Behind our first door, over the next few days, Shirou is going into people's unlocked houses and apartments. He doesn't really know anyone so he decides to just be a masked hero and CLEAN

Comments

A

[redstringed]

*The vampire heard you in her apartment, how could she not?

But rather than immediately disposing of the intruder, she opted to wait, watching from a slightly-open door that led into her bedchambers, until she could catch this figure stealing something of hers. (In which case, obliterating him would be perfectly justified).

However, Rachel paused as he started to... clean? No, this had to be some bizarre ritual for theft. She'd let him dig his hole deeper, but. No, he was just cleaning. Her rubbish bin was the only thing he took, and then he returned for more.

What.*

...Just what do you think you are doing in my domicile uninvited?

[swordboning]

[Setting the can to the side.]

Sorry, sorry. I felt it would be a pretty good gift to wake up to. Having everything cleaned, that is. I was hoping not to get caught though.

[redstringed]

*This is odd. This is very odd. He apologized, but he doesn't seem remorseful at all? He doesn't even seem scared of being caught.* And how am I to be sure that this isn't some impossibly flimsy pretext for a low-life to try to steal my valuables?

[swordboning]

I can see how it would look like that but I don't have any bad intentions. Besides, don't most thieves run away? Or, where would someone run to? I guess I'd be more concerned with hiding my identity since there's no real place to hide. That should prove my innocence.

[redstringed]

It might. It might simply prove your incompetence, or prove that you'd thought ahead for a plausible story when caught.

*She tilts her head to the side. Really, an intruder in her home? She ought to just fry him here and be done with it.

...but wait. No. He's cleaning up, and while he's no Valkenhayn, he's doing a passable job at it, too. And now that that accursed Remilia had her little hound dog...

Rachel slowly and gracefully walked into the main room of her apartment, sitting on a chair and flattening her dress before she looked up at the boy.* Well? Continue as you were.

[swordboning]

Alright!

[And he's actually pretty excited about it. He starts again in the kitchen, scrubbing down the sink.]

Oh, did you want anything to eat while I'm here? If you've got anything you want prepared, I don't mind doing it.

[redstringed]

Have the decency at least to put on a pot of tea, boy. I will not take my eyes off you, and I require something to drink.

[swordboning]

[Looking for a pot and filling it with water and popping it on a stove.]

Do you have any specific flavors around here you'd prefer right now?

[redstringed]

*Wow. He's being surprisingly obedient. She could get used to this.* There are leaves in a container in the pantry.

[swordboning]

[Finding them and putting some in a cup AND boiling boiling water over them. After a few minutes, he hands Rachel a cup.]

Here you go. I hope you find that suitable.

[redstringed]

*She takes it daintily, still just looking at the boy with an expression of scrutiny that is - for Rachel - almost downright perplexed.* We shall see. I very much doubt a child like you could make a passable cup of tea on his first try.

As you were.

[swordboning]

[He looks slightly miffed but doesn't hold it against her since she wouldn't know or anything.]

It's definitely not my first time. I've been cooking for quite a few years.

[redstringed]

Oh? My, have we an aspiring chef in our midst?

[swordboning]

I'm not really trying to be a chef but it's something I'm good at so I don't want the skill to go to waste.

[redstringed]

Hmph. You do as you will, then. *Even if it's not a bad thing, really. She sips the tea.*

...I will say this; it is not undrinkable.

[swordboning]

That's good enough for me but if you don't like it, I don't mind trying again.