14th Blood

[makemebreakfast]

[Phone]

That was kind of horrible, but I think I'm better now. Sorry if I snapped at anyone...that was pretty crazy.

Uh...I guess that's all I have to say?

[Action]

[Arcueid will likely be spending most of her time at the Malt Shop in town, rewarding herself for getting her blood craving back under control again...she freaking LOVES malts.

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[mustnotdrink]

[o-on the street?]

Ah.

...How have you been feeling?

[The words she wants to say, "ever since the incident," are written on her face, but she doesn't say them.]

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid still has a malt to go in her hand. She slurps at it for a long moment as she stares at Sion. She obviously doesn't pick up on the unspoken words.]

I've been feeling just fine. How about you?

[mustnotdrink]

Unpleasant. I have been thinking about things I should not be thinking about.

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid just gives her another look for yet another long moment, slowly pulling from the straw.]

...like what?

[followyouthere]

[Just entering the malt shop because sometimes she prefers coming here after school rather than home, freaking drone sister. Stopping to stare at not!mom because she hasn't seen her in a few days.]

Arcueid?!

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid turns at the sound of her name, the straw for a malt glued FIRMLY into her mouth. Very firmly, because she speaks around it rather than take it out of her mouth.]

Oh, hi. [She says with a smile...around the straw...which she promptly resumes drinking from.]

[followyouthere]

[This? Is so weird.]

Are you fucking okay?! You've been -- I've been -- I've been worried.

[makemebreakfast]

Oh, yea, I've been alright.

I just had to hide for a little while...no big deal.

[artwithknives]

...everything fine now? Sheesh, I was worried.

[makemebreakfast]

Yep, nothing to worry about.

[She sounds as if NOTHING EVER HAPPENED the entire time she's been here.]

[artwithknives]

Don't do that again, okay?

[makemebreakfast]

Well, it's not like I could help it, so I can't promise that.

[mokorilove]

[You're about to buy your malt shake? Ryo expertly passes a folded bill the man's way to pay for yours. Because he's so. flippin'. suave. He's using his deep manly voice nao.]

Ah, the pretty lady has a sweet tooth?

[makemebreakfast]

[All that suave-ness is likely to turn into a headache with someone like Arcueid. She looks up at him, somewhat from the corner of her eye.]

Mmhmm. It's been awhile since I've left the house, so I figured I'd indulge a bit.

[mokoriluv]

[He smiles, prepared to read and balance himself based on her responses. Patience, Ryo. Don't startle this one! Nice chit-chat, to start.]

It's always nice to leave the house! Though, Mayfield is a little harder to walk around in, considering how strange so many people act.

[makemebreakfast]

You think so? I don't think they act so strangely.

Just the drones I guess.

[redorblueshot]

[In the malt shop]

Ah, hello there.

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid, unsure if the voice was speaking to her, turns on her stool to look...the straw for her malt still planted firmly in her mouth.]

[She stares at Kohaku for a long moment before finally speaking around the straw.]

Do I know you? You look kinda familiar.

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[redorblueshot]

[That voice. For a second, that blond haired foreigner sounded just like IT.]

[redorblueshot]

[IT referring to a certain neko mascot. But, chills as she realizes No, that can't be.]

Maybe? Your voice sounds familiar at least.