Heart shaped cookies just for you [Active/Open]

[belliheiress]

Characters: Fiona Belli, Zetsu
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 003, afternoon
Summary: Zetsu and Fiona meet...again.
Warnings: None?

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[belliheiress]

Fiona shrunk back a little as he turned around, opening her mouth to speak before closing it again, still feeling nervous in his presence and unsure what to say to him. It didn't seem as though there was much she could say. The poor man, she'd probably caused him a lot of pain needlessly...folding her hands over her stomach she looked away, forcing out a quiet, stuttering apology, "Um...I-I...I'm sorry..." She felt terrible about it, really. Acting like that beneath her, even if he was of the opposite sex, that was no reason to throw things at him. No longer caring about her earlier plans, she quickly shoved the remaining cookies into the container, wincing and letting out a small, displeased noise once or twice as she hit a particularly hot area, she offered all forty-eight heart shaped cookies to him.

"Um...th-these are...for you..." After saying that it occurred to her that more than likely he'd think they were poisoned or something to that effect. If he was particularly vindictive they might simply be thrown back at her or simply tossed in the trash. The thought was a little upsetting, because of course she hadn't added anything strange and she'd put more than enough time into making them. She tried to tell herself that she was giving it her best effort and that was all that mattered, but it just wasn't that simple. Even if he was a stranger, she didn't want him to have a(n entirely) negative opinion of her.

[weeatbodies]

".....It's fine." Zetsu wasn't sure what else he could say; he knew he shouldn't have taken it so personally. Honestly, it was a stupid thing to do; he should have just gotten the hell over it and moved on. After all, damn near everyone felt that way about him, it wasn't like she was--like that had been--anything special. It wasn't like being electrocuted or having things thrown at him was a big deal.... He was probably just making her feel bad for nothing.

Zetsu was startled from these thoughts as he felt the stinging pain of heat against his fingertips, though he certainly wasn't the one standing anywhere near the oven. So it did translate pain, then? She must have felt the electricity too, then.... He wondered how she had managed to run away. "I--thank you....?" He looked down at the cookies awkwardly, taking a deep breath and letting the air rasp in over his tongue and through his nose, tasting and scenting. He could pick out the smell of female and anxiety, and baked goods.... Deeper consideration of the smells, and he could single out the scents of chocolate, vanilla, sugar....

All normal, healthy things to put into sweets. He couldn't pick up any malice from her, and he couldn't smell or see anything wrong with the cookies. What the hell was he going to do with that many cookies, though? He'd never even had that big of a sweet tooth, though after such a long time without sunlight, he definitely wouldn't mind a little sugar. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now, though; offer them back? Just leave? Talk to her? About what? He wasn't even sure anymore. This was just too far outside his realm of normal experience to know what to do.

[belliheiress]

Fiona couldn't help but continue to feel guilty, even after he'd said it was fine, hands locking over her stomach. Acting in such a manner, what would her father have said? He surely would have been disappointed. Thinking on this, waiting to see what he would do now, she allowed herself to try and get a better look at him. She briefly wondered if those leaves were real before dismissing that question as a stupid one. Why would a person wear fake leaves in a place like this? His eyes had an odd coloration, and his skin as well, but a better sight to see than a not-quite humanoid lapping up vomit off the floor.

But there was something else though. Something about his outfit of all things, that was holding her attention, puzzling her. She felt like she'd seen it before, or at least something extremely similar, but certainly she'd never met this man before. Black and red wasn't exactly an uncommon color scheme, not with the more recent 'gothic' trend that everyone seemed to be into, but it felt like it was more than that. She wondered why that was, but with no one around aside from him to ask she pushed it away for now.

She nodded in response to his thanks, after a moment hesitantly taking one at random from the pile. She wondered if that was rude, but it presently occurred to her that she hadn't bothered to see if they had turned out decently and...well, even if it wasn't likely that he'd even bother with them, she wanted the peace of mind in knowing that they wouldn't have tasted terrible. She was in the same boat as him as to what to do otherwise, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she looked about for something to talk about. Finding nothing, something eventually dawned upon her, "Um...I...didn't catch your name...?" She took a bite out of the cookie she'd stolen back, finding that they'd turned out better than expected. At the very least, that much was good to know.

[weeatbodies]

Zetsu's stomach twisted almost nauseatingly at the guilt; he wasn't even sure if it was his or not anymore, but either way, it was unsettling and made him edgy. Still, seeing her start eating one of the cookies was enough to make him reasonably convinced that she hadn't done anything to them--after all, she certainly wouldn't have picked one so haphazardly if she had. He took one himself and bit into it; admittedly, he wasn't even close to a gourmand, but he knew excellent cooking when he tasted it. The girl obviously had a talent for baking, and for once, the sugar was more than welcome.

.....Oh, right. They hadn't really had time to exchange names before freaking out, had they? ".....Zetsu. Yours?" He wished there was some kind of script for this sort of situation; there were plenty of social norms for other encounters to draw cues from. Why not anything like this?