tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Tuesday evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Kamui

lyra_of_dust
Summary; On Barnabas' suggestion, Kamui asks Lyra out to dinner.
Log; Lyra wasn't sure exactly why Kamui had insisted on picking her up from her flat. Sure, some people in the city were dangerous, and certainly cruel, but none of them had any reason to hurt her. Still, this way she could make sure he didn't get lost.

She tapped her foot nervously. He should be here soon... Pantalaimon was sitting by her side. Technically, she didn't need to take him along, but she decided it would be best if she did. If Kamui was worried about something happening, well, she wouldn't be much use without him nearby. Besides, even though dæmons didn't need to eat, he was curious about Kamui, anyways.

She'd already put her coat on. After that curse day where everyone had switched clothes, she'd started wearing pants, but tonight she was wearing one of her more formal dresses, which by most people's standards looked rather Victorian. Still, Pandora's was the sort of place you dressed up for, so she didn't mind.

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"Um..." he poked at his own food with his fork curiously, not used to such Western styling. Wasn't set up as pretty as Japanese food, that was for sure, even though it was close to being sashimi. Only difference was it being cooked around the edges, and it was a big chunk instead of bite-sized pieces. "I... I don't do much, really."

Finally, he took a bite, deciding that it wasn't so bad, even though the sauce on it wasn't entirely to his taste. A bit too strong. "I mean, all I do is sleep, watch TV, and take care of my... friend's... puppies." He scraped the sauce off his food. "What about you?"

"Ah, mostly Pan and I walk around the city- I watch people, talk to them sometimes, explore the city. Spend time with my friends, read what people have posted on the network," she smiled as she continued in between mouthfuls.

"One of my friends is teaching Pan and I how to do stuff by thinking together- and, and a lot of us are all getting organized to put on a play!" Lyra told him cheerfully.

"You should get out more- this is a really interesting place!"

"Mn... I don't think..." Getting out more was a suggestion that he'd heard quite a bit, but it wasn't something he was particularly willing to do. He tended to, after all, attract the attention of the most unsavoury of people while he was out and alone. Not something he wanted to deal with.

Of course, he didn't want to have to explain that to someone so young, so he instead focused on her own interests. "What kind of play are you organizing?" He poked at his food some more, having barely eaten a quarter of it, but already having lost the urge to eat anymore.

"If you're shy or something... You could come with me, while I walk around the city. We could take the puppies for a walk," Lyra suggested. She had already finished half her food.

"Ah, it's The Tempest. It's funny, but it turns out there was a bloke named Shakespeare, who wrote the same plays in a lot of different worlds," she informed him, stuffing some more food into her mouth.

"The puppies..." he started, pausing to push his food away slight, indicating he was done. He really didn't eat much; not nearly as much as a boy his age should. "I think they would like that. I normally walk them seperately because Ama-chan is getting to be too hard to handle." Which was normally what happened when a puppy almost doubled in size in only a month and a half. "I probably should start training her..."

He mused for a moment, but was knocked out of it by the mention of Shakespeare. Weird how he seemed to cross dimensional boundries. "Yeah, I'm familar with his works too. We had to cover a few of his things in school when Western lit came up."

"I'll help you with that then- I've never walked dogs before, but I've seen people do it, and it doesn't look so hard," Lyra said, stroking Pantalaimon softly.

Lyra had a tendency to eat quickly, and she'd managed to eat most of the food on her plate by now. She set down her fork, and leaned back, and fixed him with a probing look that would have reminded most people of her father- if they had known the man, which no one in the city did.

"Kamui, why don't you go outside more often? I mean, TV en't that interesting. I know there's some dangerous stuff in the city, but it en't that frightening, really."

She just had to ask, didn't she? "Um, well..." he wracked his brain for a good way to say this; 'oh, well, I tend to get cornered and groped by certain men' obviously not being the way to do it. "I don't have much reason to go out, and going out alone... tends to be dangerous for me."

He fidgetting nervously, hoping she wouldn't ask for elaboration. "Bad people are drawn to me." And that was probably the best she would get out of him.

Lyra didn't think that was a good enough answer. It was too vague, though it did hint at something complicated and interesting.

"But if they're drawn to you, won't they just go to your flat anyway?" she asked, her glare intensifying.

"What kind of bad people anyway? Did enemies from your world come here? What do they want to do to you?" she leaned forward, and Pantalaimon rested his forepaws on the table, scrutinizing the older boy carefully.

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