[RP] tell me where the puzzle pieces fit, where to start and when to quit

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[A continuation of this thread from the Conrad's destruction post]

Hiroto's frowning at the contents of his fridge. There's enough in it, sure, but he doesn't know what the fuck this little thing that's asleep on his couch actually eats. That and he's still not entirely sure how he's going to take care of the demon. Wanderer. Demon. She

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Scout's asleep for a long, long time--she rarely if ever sleeps this long. If Hiroto knew, however, that she spent upwards of four or five hours throwing herself at rocks, clawing at walls until her nails bled and smashing her head against splinters of foundation, he might forgive her her exhaustion. Then again, maybe not

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Hiroto looks up when she snarls herself awake. He'd been aware of the dreams, but, well, he didn't really care. It's not like any of his family didn't have nightmares and he knows how dangerous it is to wake up someone in the middle of them. He's almost got the katana itself clean by this point, if not the sheath. That will take a bit more work.

So they get to stare at each other for a bit, while he figures out what to do now that it'sshe's awake. The pizza's not done yet, so he can't just tell her to eat something. He glances over at the rest of his weapons, then back at her. Maybe she could help him with those. ...after she cleans herself up. That'll work.

"There is," he gestures toward the bathroom with the katana, "a shower. Food soon."

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Scout takes a good minute and a half to look at him. She's still a little bit out of it all, so comprehending it all takes a little more time than normal. She does get it, though. She nods and climbs to the floor, taking a moment to make sure she can stand.

She goes into the bathroom and spends a few minutes just staring at the shower. Scout doesn't like showers. They remind her too much of being held under freezing, drippy water, the words she needed to say repeated into her ear again and again, held in place by arms that couldn't feel how cold it was. So instead she peels off the large shirt she was wearing and turns on the faucet to the sink, clawing at large hunks of dried blood under the flow until she can see her own skin again.

Her stomach rumbles. She can't wait for food.

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Hiroto had been fighting with cleaning the sheath for a bit, and is perfectly glad to put the stupid thing down when Scout comes back out of the bathroom. She hardly looks better, but at least her arms aren't smeared with blood anymore -- her shirt, however, is a different matter entirely.

He puts both the sheath and the katana on the island separating the kitchenette area from the rest of the studio, and goes over to his dresser. He doesn't own a lot of clothing -- never needed to, really -- so it's mostly empty, but he pulls out a shirt and tosses it to her. Hopefully she'll know what to do with it.

Then he goes to the kitchen to check on the pizza. It's making the apartment smell good, and he's also starving. Probably not as starving as her. But that's of no consequence, really.

"What is your name?" he asks. If she has one, he'll call her by it. Unless it's stupid. If she doesn't, he'll give her one.