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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 22, 2018 20:30:36 GMT
Nights were always the worst. The darkness that crept from the sky and seeped into Akane's body, slowly starting to strangle the flickering light from her eyes from the inside out. Nothing to do but sit in the silence of her ratty apartment and think. Remember.
She hated the night. Sleeping only invited nightmares. Staying awake held the promise of memories. It sucked, and she loathed the self-repeating cycle, but the harder she tried to stop it the stronger the past became. So instead she flees from her home as soon as the sun goes down, walking the violent streets to escape the merciless onslaught of past images that flickered behind her eyelids.
Akane sighed, shivering at the bitter cold before taking a deep, deep drag on her cigarette. Her lungs ached from the smoke, her brain sizzled from the nicotine, but it was fine because it helped her keep her mind from wandering.
God, she was pathetic. She should be over this by now. It had already been six years since her Brothers (since Freddy) exp-
No. Stop. Don't think about it. Screwing her eyes shit, Akane thumped her head back on the concrete wall she was resting on. Exhaustion spewed from her very core, the bags under her eyes plain as day during the dark night. A tight, tired groan tumbled past her tense lips, jaw locked in place as it failed to contain the noise. Tonight was worse than the others. That morning in front of the Gym she worked at, some idiot threw a dumbbell on the hard tile with a BANG!! that echoed through the building.
It took Akane a full five seconds to realize that she had dropped to the ground, eyes searching for the non-existent plume of dust and smoke. It had been a downward spiral from there. And she had been doing so well recently, too. Car alarms and barking dogs no longer made her body tense as she reached for the gun that wasn't there.
The rattle of a trash-can brought Akane out of her thoughts once again, the hairs on her skin bristling as a cat yowled. This... honestly wasn't the best neighborhood.
Don't get Akane wrong. She was more than capable of defending herself against any assailant who made the unfortunate decision to try and jump her, but it was still a bit unnerving all the same.
A loud shout echoed from the direction of the kicked trashcan, and she could just barely make out the words "give me- -money- -else". Some poor fool was getting mugged.
Akane sighed, flicking her finished cigarette on the ground and stepping on it as she made her way towards the scuffle. Her hands dug into her pockets for a moment, bringing out her carton and expertly flicking out a new one.
The ex-soldier stood tall as she turned a corner, coming across the scene as two thugs had their backs towards them. Akane could barely see a person in front of them, though the shadows were hiding any outstanding details.
She lit her new cigarette.
"Oi. What are you idiots doing?"
This should be interesting.
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Post by Amelie on Jan 23, 2018 2:19:29 GMT
Ow, ow, ow. Why had the world decided to spin so fast tonight?
As the Amelie opened the eyes, the darkness of nighttime felt like a multitude of needles directly into them. This definitely felt way worse than any hangover she had in her relatively short drinking career, the funny thing being that she didn't remember drinking recently. In fact, the last thing she recalled was finishing a mockup, or at least being close to and then... falling asleep.
How had she ended in a dark street from the comfort of her apartment, even? That was a question she preferred to not ask herself at the moment. For now, it probably was better to focus on getting back home, and then take something to ease the feeling her head was about to split at any moment now.
She wasn't bleeding, was she? The pain just felt so real Amelie wasn't really sure. The brunette was extremely careful not to injure herself as her palm went through her head; phew, at least she was safe on that side.
Even if not in the one that showed... a little more outwardly, so to say. her gaze began to course through her clothes, a tiny measure of horror beginning to set it. She wasn't exactly like God has brought her to the world but her clothes left much desired, statewise. Even in the dead of the night and with a killer headache, she couldn't avoid to blush with embarrassment at her own sight.
Alright. Get a grip of yourself, Amelie. Finding something that'd help her know where she was and then get home as fast as she could. It was a good plan, right?
Pity that, most if the time, plans didn't really go as one expects them to.
It happened in an instant, or in what she perceived was an instant. The clang of metal, and the subsequent shout did an awesome job at startling her. One person, and then another spoke up, but everything came off as a dull murmur to her ears.
She was about to be robbed, wasn't she? Not like she had much to offer right now, but these people probably wouldn't have any of that.
A great way to finish the day, indeed.
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 23, 2018 3:43:33 GMT
It was actually kind of funny, watching the inebriated thugs puff out their chests as they turned their attention from their victim- Akane could actually see them now that the men weren't blocking the view so thoroughly, a rather tall, exceedingly drunk girl by the looks of it- to the rather bored-looking woman.
Akane stepped forward, mouth set in a neutral, unimpressed line while her footsteps echoed with a staggering confidence. She took a deep drag of her cigarette. Held the smoke in her abused lungs for a long second.
Then promptly blew it in the tallest thug's face.
"Gotta say, fellas. Pretty unimpressive."
Suddenly the lit cigarette was in the face of the short one, the man grunting as his face screwed in surprise, trying to back up half a step to avoid the smoldering paper on instinct alone. Her fist followed, faster and stronger than the cigarette, and punched him squarely in the jaw.
The tall man's eyes widened as he roared in rage, his eyes aflame as he cocked his arm back to throw a nasty left hook. Akane simply huffed, ducking the would-be-blow and took his arm in her hands, leaning with the momentum and shifting her foot to upset the thug's balance. She threw him- quite literally- at his friend. On the ground they both fell, Akane standing tall over them.
"I mean, really. A drunk girl? A squirrel would have done a better job robbing her than you two just did." She shook her head, sighing. "Maybe you should try pilfering graves. At least those are easier targets." If Akane rolled her eyes any harder than she just did, she would have seen her own brain.
"Go away, before I do something I might regret in the morning."
The men couldn't have scrambled away faster.
Letting out a huff, the Ex-Soldier almost wished that they would have stayed and fought. She was in the need for some good punching bags. Great way to vent, after all.
But no. Now she was alone in an alleyway with a chick with at least a .1 BAC and quite possibly sold honey for money, considering her outfit. Or maybe she was just having a fun night and got separated. Who cares. The fact of the matter remained that if she stayed by herself in this part of town, she might not get to feel the inevitable killer headache in the morning.
Akane cursed her sense of moral responsibility.
"Hey." Her voice was softer, not too loud but just enough so the mystery girl could hear. "Pretty stupid of you to be out here alone. Where do you live? I'll walk you back home."
The woman walked towards the tall girl slowly, ready to help support the poor teen if need be.
She looked ready to collapse.
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Post by Amelie on Jan 23, 2018 7:39:41 GMT
Amy's muddled mind couldn't process why the people in front of her seemed to grow more restless and aggressive as the time passed by. She just stood idly, as if she were the one expecting something from them instead of the other way around.
The brunette wouldn't be able to wonder about it for too much time; a fourth person entered the scene. Why was this place so popular? It was dark and stunk, honestly. Not to say that people stared at you for some reason. Any reason? Maybe the brunette should just walk by and see what happens. For some reason, it didn't sound like an awful idea right now, even though it probably was pretty bad.
A confused stare followed suit as the newcomer began to beat the living crap of those men; wait, did that meant they weren't friends? Huh, guess she had just learned something new, in a sense. Why they were fighting, though? Was there any reason for that? For some reason, she thought it was unwise to ask. Maybe later, preferably over a cup of hot chocolate.
In what felt like an instant, the men were first on the floor and then running away, the person who had kicked their behinds marching steadily towards her. Maybe she wanted to kick her ass too? Given how those men look, that was bound to be slightly uncomfortable at the very least, even if it probably wouldn't hurt as much as her headache.
Color her surprised when instead, she mumbled something she was barely able to hear, even though some words managed to stick; "hey", "stupid" and some bits of the question that followed suit. Well, that was a little unpolite, wasn't it?
She tried to speak, and at first, some incoherent mumbling came out from her mouth. As embarrassing as it was, it'd take her at least a dozen or so seconds to say something cohesive. "Wh-what's a ho-homarid and wh-why do I need to walk th-there?"
Coherence was still kinda missing, however. One thing was true, though, despite her best attempts to stand up without support, she was failing pitifully at it; pretty lucky for the stranger to have thought about it, because after her third or so attempt, she'd eventually collapse in a heap on the floor if it weren't for the kind stranger.
It was curious, but in the mess that were her senses at the moment, the first noteworthy characteristic that her brain registered was her characteristic scent of... tobacco mixed with sweat. A soft, almost childish giggle followed suit. "I like~ your p-p-perfume. Wh-Where did you get it~?"
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 23, 2018 8:11:50 GMT
Drunk people were simultaneously Akane's favorite and least favorite people. They're hilarious, in her opinion. Sort of like over-grown toddlers high drugs. All of the drugs. Drunk people don't lie, don't cut corners, and are completely and totally spontaneous. Hell, one of Akane's favorite memories is of a drunk Martinez drunkenly trying to seduce a cactus during her twentieth birthday party on base.
A corner of her lip twitches at the fond memory, for once not causing a bitter ache to fill her heart, but instead a relaxed warmth.
Akane was also reminded as to why she also hated drunk people as much as she loved them when the mystery girl practically collapsed onto the grown woman's waiting arm, slurring incomprehensible gibberish right in her ear. They were complete and utter idiots.
But let it be known that Akane is nothing but a saint, patiently waiting for the teen to say anything that made at least a single lick of sense.
If she was being completely honest, the veteran actually huffed out a small laugh, her split eyebrow raising ever so slightly as she looked down at the jelly-legged girl. Really, drunk people were something alright.
"Home. Where is your home." Her voice was louder this time, though hopefully not enough to cause the poor kid an even worse headache. Akane was careful to enunciate as clearly as she could, wanting nothing more than to dump the delinquent off at in her room and spend the rest of the night on her warm couch browsing Netflix to her heart's content.
Though... now that she had a moment to actually look at the teenager more thoroughly... the girl wasn't just dressed provocatively. Her clothes were torn. It was also very, very weird that a person this young who went to go drink would ever be allowed to get this drunk, and if they were then they certainly wouldn't be left by themselves, let alone left to wander around as they pleased. Something wasn't sitting right with Akane. She ignored the pit in her stomach, debating on whether she should just take the girl to the hospital instead of her home. Yet at the same time, she didn't even know the kid's-
"What's your name?"
That should hopefully take care of that problem. Resisting the urge to sigh, Akane's eyes flickered around the dark alleyway, wary of any assailants who might be interested in such an easy and defenseless target. Jaw tensing, Akane almost prayed that the mystery girl would give any sort of directions on where she lived. If not... well, she would cross that bridge when she got to it.
But hey, at least she smelled nice.
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Post by Amelie on Jan 23, 2018 17:31:29 GMT
A fuzzy sensation followed suit, rather than the hard floor the brunette had expected to face when her legs gave in.
"So~ft." Why had Amelie expected the cold ground when somebody already had helped her? Well... that was a good question, even if one easily answered! Let's just say her brain struggled to function normally at the moment. Even if that was kind of obvious.
She wasn't sure if half a dozen seconds or several minutes had passed, but her mind finally registered the next question from her unlikely savior. And now, it even made a little sense!
"Oooh~! Y-you should have said that be-before, silly~!" A warm smile directed at mystery woman ensued right away, almost as if the teenager had found the meaning of happiness or something. "Vi~ve~ la Fran~ce~!"
As ridiculous as the answer was, it was pretty impressive how she had managed to stop stuttering altogether while saying those three short words, and how fluent the phrase had rolled off her tongue. Almost as if French were her native language, one could say.
"A-and you, ni-nice person~? Wh-where's your ho~me~? I~s it n-nice?"
Yup, derailing the conversation like a champ seemed to be the name of the game. If anything, Amy didn't seem to be really keen on being helpful to her helper, even if she just was doing unconsciously! For some reason, chit-chatting with her unlikely savior seemed like an interesting thing to do at the moment.
And that led to the most natural exchange between two human beings that just met each other. Trading names, of course! In all honesty, it was getting a little unwieldy for the brunette to refer to her unlikely savior as... unlikely savior. Not to say that longer than most names.
However, the brunette couldn't but frown at first, just to let out another childish giggle afterward.
"Y-you knoww~! It's r-really impolite to a-ask somebody's n-name without~! Introducing y-yourself first~!"
The teasing tone and smug expression made her sound like a total smartass, but she was having so much fun at the moment.
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 23, 2018 19:28:59 GMT
France. God damned France.
Well, that didn't help at all. A strained sigh hissed through clenched teeth, Akane weighed out her options for a moment.
She could try further to get the address of the drunk girl, continuously asking more and more specific questions until she finally spilled the beans. However, who knew how long that would take her, or if she would even answer at all in the first place. That, and Akane had no idea how far away the kid lived. It could actually be France for all she knew, and that she was dealing with an unfortunate tourist!
Akane could always dump the girl at a hospital. She would tell them the rather unnerving observations that she has made and leave her in undoubtedly the best hands for this situation. But that was admittedly not the best idea, either. Hospitals cost money, and if the girl was poor or indeed a tourist or something of that ilk then it might pile on costs and debt onto a kid who never even asked for that in the first place. It didn't help that Akane wasn't the most informed when it came to Japanese Healthcare with her own personal avoidance of doctors and hospitals and such.
Leaving her out here was not an option. At all.
That left... bringing the girl to her own apartment and letting her stay until she sobered up enough to finally be coherent. She would be safe there, protected by someone who knew how to deal with drunks and their hangovers. Even though it was an unfamiliar place, it was at least better than her wracking up debt in a hospital. And if she so chose, Akane could probably take her to one tomorrow. After all, it was going to be her day off. But Akane didn't want a strange, drunk child in her home. That was her personal, private place where no one was allowed.
Except inebriated children, apparently.
Within a moment, Akane had made her... unfortunate decision.
"My home?" The grown woman mused, her tone distant as she mentally grieved at the soon-to-be dead sanctity of her humble abode. "Well, why don't we go see?" Humming as a plan formed in her mind, Akane shifted the girl around with a practiced precision, her muscle memory moving without a conscious thought as she shifted the kid around to a 'piggy-back', huffing as she bounced her up a bit higher on her back.
"My name is Akane, kid. Ah-kah-nay. And we are going to have a slumber party. How does that sound?"
Not that the brat's answer mattered at all.
Akane wasn't going to take no for an answer.
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Post by Amelie on Jan 23, 2018 20:16:34 GMT
The recesses of the brunette's mind told her one of the simplest truths, and pretty much what every parent said to a kid since the inception of humanity; never trust a stranger. Was nice girl truly a stranger, though? She had kicked some ass and now was carrying her piggyback. Strangers didn't do that, usually.
Not to say that the gesture made a memory spring into her mind; a long time ago, when her older sister did exactly the same, back when she was a toddler. She had forgotten how nice it felt. And actually... had to struggle a bit to not to fall asleep on the spot.
"Ni-nice person's home~? S-sound li-like fu~n! Wh-why are y-you so ni~ce?" Well, maybe it had to do with her name being Nice Person. People usually didn't give those names without a reason, right? Especially her; Amelie was pretty good at names, she felt!
Except that wasn't her name, and it was actually Akane. Gaining that piece of extremely important knowledge made her squeal with delight. "Th-that's a rea~lly p-pretty name, Aka-nee! A-almost as pre~tty as you~."
Whether Akane would deem Amelie's peculiar way of pronouncing her name just as another of her antics or that she actually gave her a nickname, that was up to her to guess! At the moment, the teenager seemed to be having the time of her life. Especially since they were going to have a slumber party! The sheer amount of time that had passed since Amy had one of those could maybe be measured in millennia. Or at least she thought that.
"S-Sounds fu~n, Aka-nee! Wh-what a~re we go-gonna do at yo~ur place? We wi~ll h-have fun? I-I li~ke having f-fun!"
Seconds after the question was asked, and before Akane had the chance to respond if she was willing to do so, a sharp breath and a gasp came out of brunette's throat. Almost as if something horrible beyond comprenhension had happened.
"O-oh, right! I~ f-forgot to~ introduce m-myself after yo~u did! Th-that wa~s j-just a little du~mb of me~!" A short giggle followed suit. "My~ n-name's Amelie, but A-Amy's ju~st fine! P-Pleased to mee~t you, A-Aka-nee!"
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 24, 2018 3:39:14 GMT
The drunk girl's words actually had some merit this time around, instead of being some incoherent rambling. Why was she being so nice?
At first, yeah, this whole situation came around just because Akane wanted to distract herself. Was it still something so simple? The woman thought not. After all, wasn't it just... common courtesy to help out those who were in trouble? Sure, but then again Akane wasn't usually one for such things. She didn't really care about people all that much, if she was being frank.
Maybe it was because the girl, however vaguely, reminded Akane of when she was younger. How she would run off in the middle of the night and sneak into bars, calling Freddy when she was completely wasted in order to help her home. And he would carry her on his back and listen to her blabbering on and on about nothing in particular. Just like now, actually. How the tides have turned.
The memory, even in it's bittersweetness, brought a small smile to Akane's face. Yeah, maybe that was it.
"Compliments will get you nowhere, Kiddo." The woman quipped automatically, hardly paying attention to the way the girl had slurred/butchered her name as she focused on walking those few blocks back to her apartment.
It wasn't too far now. Maybe five more turns and then they were home free.
"Well, I suppose I should feed you or something. You hungry?" Akane mused, eyes flicking back towards the girl- Amelie, apparently- as she mentally cursed. She had been meaning to go to the grocery store, and now she would have to play the infamous 'Back-of-the-Pantry Lottery' to see if there was anything left that was decently edible and easy to make.
Food and water, the two main ingredients in making hangovers less terrible. And by the looks of it? Amelie could use all the help she could get.
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Post by Amelie on Jan 24, 2018 4:55:15 GMT
It was a bit funny. Somebody actually trying to behave like a smartass while obviously not thinking clearly; however, that didn't make it any less fun to Amelie! "We~ll, y-you'd say that flattery wou~ldn't get me a-anywhere. Bu~t!" She made a small pause, almost as if building suspense for the punchline. "I-I'd say it just g-got me a piggyback ri~de! Yo~u're just je-jealous!"
Maybe there was a small ounce of truth and some merit to the brunette's words, but anybody with common sense could discern that she wasn't quite making sense, and that somebody taking care of her at the moment wasn't due to compliments or anything of the like. Pity, maybe?
Yeah, that seemed way more likely. Still, that didn't seem to matter for Amelie; to the casual observer, and even though she was struggling just to keep awake, she seemed to be having the time of her life. If she had any more energy, she'd probably be a toddler in the body of somebody who wasn't one, but luckily that wouldn't be an issue for Akane at the moment. Instead, what she was going to face was the reaction of somebody in a dubious state of mind who had been offered "meal".
"Di-Dinner, ri~ght now? You c-could've told me earlier, m-meanie~! I m-mean, i~f I knew I w-would have a date t-today, I-I'd have dressed differently!"
Yup. Back to not making sense. At all. Wait a second... was she blushing at the moment? Not like the person who was carrying her could see, but still. "Bu~t, i-if you thi~nk I-I'm fine the way I am at th-the moment, I~... guess I wouldn't really~ m-mind." Was she this smashed? Alternating from making at least a meager amount of sense to none at all probably wasn't fun to bear.
Except for the person causing the trouble in first place. She seemed to have fun just fine.
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Post by Akane Nakano on Jan 27, 2018 6:38:18 GMT
Akane was having a great time. No, really, she was. The drunk girl on her back was entertaining, to say the least, and the woman was due for such a thorough distraction. Her ramblings were truly funny, little inebriated mannerisms adorable, and in all honesty, Amelie reminded her of a better time. Sneaking out to parties and getting drunk in Freddy's basement. Not the most wholesome of activities, truth be told, but it was some of the best times of Akane's life. Two blocks left.
The small, bittersweet smile on the veteran's face lifted into a more amused smirk. Glancing back at Amelie, her usually cold brown eyes a warmer chocolate for a change, the woman snorted. "Sorry to break it to you Kiddo, but you're a bit too young for me." The smirk grew into a more honest grin, eyes sparking with a taunting light. "You're what, fifteen? Sixteen? So tiny." She huffed, effortlessly hefting the girl up further on her back as an emphasis, as easily as one would lift a feather. Just around the corner.
"And who wouldn't want a piggy-back ride? If I had the chance, I would never walk another step again. Too much effort." A lie, a rather large one (she was much too antsy to be anything less than exceedingly active) but it was something to occupy the time as they finally arrived to the deteriorating apartment complex.
Up the dreary communal stairs.
Through the damp hallway with the flickering light.
At the doorway with the peeling paint, Akane digging through one of her pockets briefly to fish out the plain copper key.
"We're here, Kiddo."
For as run down as the building in whole was, Akane's apartment was absolutely immaculate. The fake wood floors mopped and shined to perfection, the light grey walls completely barren and flawless, the 70's steel-grey rug vacuumed and magically stainless. The kitchen, outdated as it was, was spotless. The fake tiles glistening, the appliances glittering, the counter-tops without a single spec. The furniture was functional and looked like they were still in the store, without a single thread out of place. A single white couch. A single glass coffee table. A white TV stand. An empty white bookshelf. All dustless, smudge-less, perfect. It was small, but the cleanliness of the apartment was simply second to none.
And yet it was so cold. As if no one lived within the walls, the space used only for a show-space or a front. There was nothing, absolutely nothing personal. Except for a turned over picture frame on the coffee table (the image turned down and hidden from the world) and a simple cardboard box with protruding edges, filled to the brim and sitting on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.
Akane abruptly dumped Amelie on the couch after pausing just long enough to turn on the lights. A few moments later and a remote was tossed towards the girl with an offhand 'go wild' before the woman went to the kitchen to scavenge for something remotely edible.
Pantry open, Akane rummaged through the shelves as she searched for something with a relatively decent expiration date.
"So... how do you feel about-" She turned a blue package over to look at the numbers before nodding to herself- "Cheesy Pasta?"
Quick, fast, hopefully not terrible. Perfect!
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Post by Amelie on Jan 27, 2018 17:08:41 GMT
From the comfort of her moving pillow-transport, Amy decided to just see the sights; and was thoroughly disappointed in them. In a sense, it was a relief that most of the lights were either off or very, very dim given how sensitive her eyes were at the moment. Still, that wasn't an excuse for nothing interesting to be in sight! Well, sides Akane.
She was kinda fun, even if not so much when teasing her! The brunette huffed, a half-serious frown adorning her face at those comments. "He~y!" Her tone came off as a mix of entertained and poorly faked anger. "A-Age's ju~st a number, Aka-nee! A~nd for your i-information, bei~ng a young adult b-beats off bei~ng an o-old hag for a mile o-or so~!"
For the first time since they had started talking, Amelie found herself thinking hard. Like, really hard; what she was thinking about? Well...
"A-Also~! F-For your informatio~n, I'm s-seventeen!" Yup, it had been her age all along. "B-Being forty or s-so doe~sn't give you the r-right to guess ano~ther's age w-wrong!" But she just insisted on adding insult to injury, didn't she? First her age, now her size, of all things? Akane's merciless observations didn't seem like they were going to stop any time soon, but that didn't mean Amelie would let them pass! Her pride was on the line...! Right?
Well, kinda.
"He~y!" Saying it was getting a bit repetitive was an understatement at this point. "I d-don't even nee~d my g-glasses to know th-that I'm e-easily~ t-taller than Aka-nee." A mischievous smirk was drawn on her face just instants afterward. "Do~n't t-tell me you're... j-e-a-a-l-o-u-s...!"
Genuine laughter that probably lasted more than what the situation deserved ensued. "Do~n't worry! If y-you e~at your v-veggies and tha~t stuff, y-ou'll grow up ta~ll and s-strong! M-Maybe as mu~ch as me, if y-you're lucky!"
At least Amelie couldn't deny that her new acquaintance was fun, and that was giving her a piggyback ride. What was there to complain? Her comments about stuff like her age and "smallness" were easily overlooked, mostly because it wasn't like she could do much about them, except remarking how obviously untrue they were, of course!
In what felt like a flash, they were already climbing a series of stairs. Either this girl was really fast or Amelie's notion of time needed some serious fixing. Probably a combination of the two. In what felt like another second, she was already trying to open a door with a key that the brunette had no idea where she had gotten, and before the whole sequence finished, she was already "sitting" on a couch.
From her perspective, it seemed like somebody had unceremoniously thrown her in there, but she didn't really remember that moment, so... better to just give Akane the benefit of doubt. The teenager began to stir, deciding to take a look at her surroundings; her mouth opened in surprise soon after. This place... could it be!?
"I-I had n-no i~dea we were in..." For a second, her mind was at a loss as it scrambled for the word that had been there moments ago. "A-Amsterdam! W-We...! Are~ in that g-girl's house, right? Th-tha~t's the only place I-I kno~w that has so m-many ancient furniture tha~t's taken care of! W-why are we~ here th-though? I d-didn't kno~w Aka-nee was a m-museum person."
Completely ignoring the remote thrown in her way, she began to observe Akane's actions, realization dawning on her as a lone question came her way, her cheeks beginning to show a pale, pink hue at it. "H-homemade? Aw~, I'm so~ f-l-a-a-t-t-e-r-e-d. I n-never had anybody~ cooking f-for me on a fi~rst d-date."
That probably meant her answer was positive.
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Post by Akane Nakano on Feb 8, 2018 23:54:41 GMT
At this point, Akane didn't know whether to laugh at the girl's words or be mildly insulted by her accusations. Forty? FORTY?! She was definitely NOT forty years old! And the fact that this seventeen year old drunk girl was so much taller than her? Talk about adding insult to injury. Akane thought that the average height for women in Japan was a few inches shorter than she was, however apparently not. So far, most the stand-out people Akane has met over the past year have been taller than her. A travesty!
If she wasn't so used to being the shortest person in her Company, she might have been a bit more bitter about how Amelie was bragging. But, as it is, she is but a simple, drunk teenager. One with an even weaker filter than Akane's own. So she allowed the comments to slip, letting the girl babble to no one as she trekked on.
Amelie's incorrect (yet strongly enthusiastic) assumption that they had somehow teleported to Amsterdam was rather funny, yet also somewhat irksome. Her left eyelid twitched, out of her control, as she put the water+mix concoction in the microwave and set it to 'nuke'.
"Well, what can I say, Kiddo? I like cheap furniture."
She stood in the kitchen, staring at the microwave until it finally gave a rather shrill beep. Taking out the hot bowl, nabbing a plastic spork on her way out (she didn't trust the girl with a fork, and a spoon wouldn't be very good with this 'meal'), Akane set the pasta in front of Amelie on the coffee table.
"Thanks for the compliment. I really slaved over opening that packet." Her voice was dry, a teasing sarcasm thick in her tone. She grabbed the tipped-over picture frame off the table so she wouldn't spill anything on it, placing it on the overstuffed cardboard box that took up the entire bottom section of her bookshelf.
"And, I'm only saying this one more time Kiddo, this really isn't a date. You're drunk, and this is a bad neighborhood." She stood straight, arms folded sternly as she stared at the inebriated girl on her couch. "I couldn't just leave you out there dressed like that. If I did, those idiots who tried to mug you would have been the least of your problems. How did you even end up in this area to begin with? You certainly don't look like you're from around here."
Who knew that Akane was such a saint? This was certainly news to her. But maybe now she might be able to get some answers from Amelie. She wasn't a psychic, after all.
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Post by Amelie on Feb 9, 2018 17:15:12 GMT
How much time had passed since Amy's own "affirmative" answer? She had no idea at all. Heck, the teenager didn't know whether if she had remained awake the whole time or had drifted to a half-asleep state, her brain not even registering most of what happened in front of her, and going as far as to keep ignoring the remote that had been provided to her.
It took the sound of a bowl touching the coffee table to bring her back to reality; she blinked once, then twice, almost as if registering her surroundings for the first time, or as if she had found herself in a place she didn't know.
"Rrright. A-Amsterdam." She remarked lazily before her gaze focused on her food. The bowl was steaming; given how quick her right hand took the spork, it seemed like she didn't care all that much about it. "Hmmmm..."
The exaggerated hum was followed by a pensive expression as an index finger began to tap the brunette's chin. For a moment, it almost seemed like she was sobering up...
"Th-that's fi~ne. If yo~u don't w-want for it t-to be a da~te~, I mean." There was a quota of mischief on her voice, almost as if building up the atmosphere for a punchline. "I gue~ss t-the saying about ts-tsunderes be~ing tough n-nuts to crack i-is true, after a~ll!"
An impish giggle followed suit, even if... Akane's next batch of words managed to hit a rather questionable bullseye.
"He~y!" An end of the spork was now pointing accusingly at the older woman. "I-I didn't a~ask anybody t-to help me, y-you kno~w? Y-you deciding to bu~tt in and take m-me to A~msterdam is entirely y-your i~dea." Amelie made a small pause, deciding to stop pointing the utensil at Akane, just to look down just a bit. "I-I c-can take care of m-myself. If a-anyone tried to m-mess with me, I'd just..."
Abruptly, she stopped midway that sentence, her gaze now almost affixed to the floor. For a moment, her eyes rose up, gazing directly into Akane's own. A mix of dread and distilled terror shone there for a split second before her gaze went directly to the floor again.
"I d-don't know h-how I ended there, b-buut I guess I-I can f-find my way b-back from th-the Netherlands." Just now, the brunette realized that maybe she was being a nuisance, and even if she wasn't entirely on her mind, she wasn't going to have any of that, she guessed. Shakily, she tried to stand up, those being followed by the first dubious steps towards the place's door.
"S-sorry, I guess."
Once out of the threshold, she would begin to walk aimlessly until she got out of the building and into Shibuya's streets once again. Somehow, she thought that lucid thought was beginning to return back to her head, and now pondered on what would be the best way to return home.
There was another emotion, more powerful than that one, however. And it became more and more evident with each passing moment.
Had she ruined her chance at a new friendship? Overall, Akane had been kind and caring with her. But she had managed to swat that aside with her antics.
Way to go, Amelie
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