sweet dreams are made of these, who had a mind to disagree?

[picklesplz]

Who: Kirin, Maya.
Where: Maya's place
When: Uh, the day after this conversation?
Summary: MY PRECIOUS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIES.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No actual babies present in this log. Nataku, stop terrifying Kirin with the thought of parenthood.

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[picklesplz]

The change was very much appreciated, but he didn't make a fuss about it. The more of a fuss he made about things, the more people insisted on looking, and the least he wanted was Maya looking too close on that. Kirin was good at making people see what he wanted to see without having to flat-out lie, he was just that charming, he guessed.

He did blink, unseen, at the mention of rice as glue. In his experience, rice didn't really look like glue at all, so he could only imagine what sort of horror Maya had unleashed in the kitchen to make that. It would explain why he seemed to somehow always end up buying her dinner, though

np <3

[picklesplz]

Kirin wasn't a picky eater, by any means, but Maya's attitude was making him reconsider his whining about buying her food. Maybe it was a trick so that he'd keep buying her stuff, though he doubted it, considering he wasn't particularly stingy about things. He would, however, need to visit the house in Abyss at some point, get some trinkets to sell and buy and start something.

He toyed with the idea of becoming a bodyguard again, but hadn't he left Stea because it was turning more into a killer's job than looking at pretty rocks and putting pricetags on it?

Shaking his head to fix himself in the present again, he decided to spend some time with his friends, whom he'd dearly missed in the past months, and figure out everything else later.

"The problem," Kirin said slowly, inflicting on his voice that pompous, know-it-all tone that tended to make people twitchy, "is commitment." He poked her side, then, grinning, "what could I do with you, if you get scared after a little tousling up?" Unseen by her, he arched an eyebrow, "or are you

[picklesplz]

"...more along the lines of a month. Or two. I realize I'm a miracle worker, but there's just so much I can do in little time." He tilted his head to the side, tempted to poke her again, and refrained when he realized she was likely to smack him for it.

Not that it hurt, but in principle, he didn't like being smacked.

"I wouldn't want you to be... alarmed then."

His lips were twitching though, wanting to smile.

[picklesplz]

"I... guess? Unless you need training on working a nuclear reactor, because what I'll teach you has really little to do with that." Kirin tilted his head to the side. "So... just don't blow us all up, okay?"

He was teasing, of course, but he wondered if she had really been slacking that much. Thoughts of fire hoses came to him, for some reason. Actually...

"When haven't I kept my half of the deal when it comes to feeding you?" He wondered absently, his tone carrying the risen eyebrow hidden behind his hair.

/FAILS FOREVER OTL

[picklesplz]

Kirin watched the performance with amusement, tilting his head back to grin at her. That was one of the things he liked the most about Maya, she made things fun and kept the boredom away. For someone like him, for whom boredom was the greatest enemy, it was quite refreshing, really.

"I will buy you all the icecream in the world," Kirin snorted dryly, "provided I don't have to be within ten meters of you eating it."

He blinked behind his bangs as she studied him, noticing her change of expression. Oh dear.

"...yes?"

♥

[picklesplz]

Kirin might have, possibly, maybe squawked at being molested manhandled about, but when it became clear that - mercifully - Maya was not trying to tickle him, he tilted his head to the side, staring in bewilderment at her.

Then, of course, before he could deliver a killer teasing line, she derailed him with training.

"Actually---"

And then interrupted him with mention of something else entirely.

Kirin was vaguely disturbed to realize that somehow, along the way, he'd completely lost control of the conversation.

"Huh?"