Gravity works slowly; [OPEN]
Characters: Kyuzo & anyone who feels like bugging him.
Content: In ur kitchen, bein' socially awkward.
Setting: The 4423, somewhere in the depths of the food area.
Warnings: Overuse of blatant apathy?
( If you notice it at all; )
Content: In ur kitchen, bein' socially awkward.
Setting: The 4423, somewhere in the depths of the food area.
Warnings: Overuse of blatant apathy?
( If you notice it at all; )
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He pulled his head out of a cupboard, a carrot in one hand and a quarter-cabbage in the other, finally spotting the other man. He looked the messy-haired samurai up and down as he slid the chopping board out from its rack and fished a knife out of a drawer.
"You looking for something?"
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"Something to eat," he replied blandly, as if it wasn't on the top of his list of priorities.
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Burrowing back into the cupboard, he came out with an onion, which he held up with a triumphant grin before turning back to Kyuzo and awaiting a response to his offer.
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"Sure."
He was sure now that this was the person he'd spoken with briefly earlier, who managed to get some sort of a scolding for not being happy with Kyuzo's lack of conversation. He wondered how long it'd be until he caught on too.
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It took less than two seconds for her to recognize another presence and a handful of restraint to automatically assume the worst about him. Walking over silently, she tilted her head at the blond-haired man with his head in the cupboards before clearing her throat to make her presence known.
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He was mildly surprised to see it was a woman, though she was one he didn't recognize. He didn't say anything, instead simply looking at her as if it would give her permission to speak first. It wasn't a stare or his usual glare, though in the back of his mind he was already preparing a response for a misinterpretation of the look.
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She kept her words brief and curt, already realizing that whoever he was bore a new face on board. Although Naoto didn't take much time to familiarize herself with every member of the ship with her anti-social nature, so she tried not to be too suspicious, choosing instead to eye him carefully.
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"...something to eat." he said. His volume was at a mumble, though his words were well-enunciated and distinct against the relative quiet of the large room around them. He always talked like that--he could recall dozens of underlings surprised to get a leader who didn't shout his orders.
He wondered if he'd met this woman before through the journals and just couldn't recognize the voice yet. Or perhaps she hadn't been using the voice option... He couldn't say.
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...That, and food in general. That's what happens when you don't eat in days.
Well, not eat much in days.
She had simply wanted to go into the kitchen and get some food for herself...just a bit, not enough to really be noticeable...
On her tiptoes, she snuck into the kitchen, glancing inside...
don't let anyone be here, don't let anyone be here...oh GOD, don't let anyone be here...
...But a flash of blonde hair and a rather unfamiliar presence destroyed THAT notion immediately.
..."AAACK!"
...And what was it with her tripping and falling these days. Must have been getting that huge load off her back. Speaking of Heihachi, she needed to do something for him to thank him for listening to her.
He liked rice, so...
But the more pressing issue was that she was flat on her face.
On the kitchen floor.
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Looking like an idiot.
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...Though while most people would have been alarmed, or at least concerned, with a girl falling on her face right in front of them, Kyuzo appeared entirely unfazed, as if he'd seen it coming. He hardly moved, save for relocating one of his feet a little closer towards his center in case the fall dislodged something he needed to avoid.
"...you all right?" he said without much apparent concern, the inquiry coming a little late anyway.
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His motions slowed, then ceased as he got the feeling he knew exactly who was watching him. He straightened from where he was and turned his head, just able to piece together the image of the man from the corner of his eye. It didn't take long to put a name to the face; Shimada Kambei, the entire reason he was even on this ship.
He forced down the rush of excitement and anxiousness upon finally seeing him again. Kambei was alive and he would still get his battle. All the wandering and the long weeks away suddenly seemed a little more worth it. It was, perhaps, enough to tide him over for just a little longer.
"We still have a score to settle."
He spoke quietly, and as always, his face betrayed nothing.
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“Yes, I know.” The white clad samurai said as he entered into the kitchen , glancing about at some of the empty shelves that still haven’t been stacked properly with food as of yet. However, there where a few things that Kyuzo could eat scattered about in the kitchen but Kambei knew that food would come second to their conversation now.
“How did you know I was here?” Kambei asked with no emotion shining through in his tone.
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His scowl grew just a little longer. The other man made it sound like he'd been purposely hiding away, avoiding his promise. He didn't need to know, as far as Kyuzo was concerned. He had his methods, and he didn't want to let Kambei know what they were in case they had to part ways again. It was a battle for who could remain the more composed and unreadable of the two. He supposed, as his eyes narrowed, that he was the one losing.
"Don't forget." He muttered darkly in warning.
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