Talking about Things

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It was amazing how fast things went back to 'normal' as soon as a crisis had shown up and gone by. It hadn't been that long since Anzu had come to live at the GameShop, and it already felt like the young woman had lived her whole life here, as natural and familiar she went around the house, and interacted with the other people living in the

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Anzu had been apartment-hunting.

Well, she'd at least been looking through the newspaper and calling places, trying to avoid buildings where she would run into people who -- perhaps didn't want to see her? Well, maybe she didn't want to see them -- well, no. She would love to see them. It was definitely the first option. She'd try to be as cordial as possible with the usually rather strained manager, often writing things down in a notebook as she heard them (and just as often putting the pen she'd just been writing with into the hurried bun her hair was up in and losing it). She'd never really liked shopping for apartments, but, she seemed to always be at it

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He was notorious for ruining pancakes and omelettes, but soup was something easy enough, even for Yami, and he added some more vegetables to the mix. A nice, hearty vegetable soup, everyone's favorite, right? He was so occupied with his own thoughts (as usual filled with a thousand and one other things, ranging from strategy guides on ancient Final Fantasy games to the latest dress in an haute couture magazine) that he hadn't heard Anzu coming, yet he wasn't startled when her soft voice rang out to him

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Anzu's gaze drifted towards the knife, and she was silent for a moment, before realizing no matter how uncomfortable her presence might be, Yami was not going to stab her. Hopefully. She turned and opened a drawer near the phone, depositing the pens in it. She'd pretty much taken them all, the drawer had seemed so lonely without the rest of them.

"A little busy," Anzu admitted, idly messing with her hair. She had a feeling it was a little crazy, but ...

"Oh. No. Of course not." She said quickly. "I was ... just coming to get a drink."

And maybe applesauce.

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Pushing the knife as far away from him as possible, Yami made sure he didn't cut himself and picked up a lesser dangerous utensil, a simple spoon, to start stirring the soup as he stepped to the side, opening the way to the fridge.

Should he tell Anzu that she had a smudge of ink on her nose? It seemed a little compared to what he actually wanted to tell her...or ask her, that was more like it. "There's all kinds of fruit juice in the fridge," he said, "iced tea if you'd like, or mineral water."

Yami adjusted the heat source as he didn't want the soup to boil that hard, and continued stirring gently. "Anzu-dear," he started, but didn't know if this was the right moment to start. "Anzu-dear, you know that you don't need to hurry to find an apartment, right? You can stay here as long as you like."