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tampered2007-03-28 10:45 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Wed. March 28th, evening
Rating; Unknown
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} & Cal {not_avampire}
Summary; Cal comes over to provide a little comfort for a worrying creation.
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A fish tank gurgled quietly in the corner of the room.
There was no other noise, not even the sound of breathing, that so quiet it was inaudible. Nemu sat on the edge of a chair in the living room, eyes open, but blank, staring not at anything in particular, merely lost in thought. Her hands lay were they often did, folded in front of her, but her knuckles were white, gripping fiercely onto nothing.
She did not often feel fear. Nor worry. But this City... she had long since tried to stop herself from trying to understand it, because it was, for all she was able to tell, impossible to understand. And her emotions... were impossible to have at home, but possible here. And she was worried. She was scared. Not for her own life, but for the lives of others, of people precious to her.
The fish tank bubbled.
Rating; Unknown
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} & Cal {not_avampire}Summary; Cal comes over to provide a little comfort for a worrying creation.
Log;
A fish tank gurgled quietly in the corner of the room.
There was no other noise, not even the sound of breathing, that so quiet it was inaudible. Nemu sat on the edge of a chair in the living room, eyes open, but blank, staring not at anything in particular, merely lost in thought. Her hands lay were they often did, folded in front of her, but her knuckles were white, gripping fiercely onto nothing.
She did not often feel fear. Nor worry. But this City... she had long since tried to stop herself from trying to understand it, because it was, for all she was able to tell, impossible to understand. And her emotions... were impossible to have at home, but possible here. And she was worried. She was scared. Not for her own life, but for the lives of others, of people precious to her.
The fish tank bubbled.
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"I hope he looks healthy." Being as socially... inept as she could sometimes be, his attempts at comfort and speech may have seemed awkward to him, but they worked with her. Suddenly she froze for a moment, blinking.
"I'm sorry, Cal..." Nemu's brow furrowed. "I haven't been a proper hostess, can I get you anything? Beverage? Food?"
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He contemplated, for a moment, saying he wasn’t hungry. But... in truth, the roof-jumping and emotional heaving had depleted his carbohydrate reserve. The parasite wasn’t screaming, no, but there was a distinct yell in his veins, brain and spinal column.
He twitched.
“Some food’d be great, Nemu,” He said, “Want me to help?”
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"What would you like?" Nemu asked, halting her progress at the refridgerator and cocking her head to one side in a questioning manner.
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Nemu’s kitchen smelled like soap and disinfectant to Cal, very sterile and clean. Unlike most kitchens he’d experienced in his time, there wasn’t as much of a hint of dust, dirt and microwave-exploded-overcooked-behemoth-food in the smell. Thoroughly clean.
He’d always thought that fitting.
“Well, my only criteria for food is that it had to be alive at one point,” He winked, or something between that and a head-dip. Body language, honestly, “So I can help with that however you want.”
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She came up with a small packet in her hands from the butcher's, unwrapping it neatly on the counter, a decent serving of beef.
"Would this be alright?"
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“That’ll be fine,” He smiled, looking over the foodstuff. The predator part of his brain was whizzing away, trying to decide what slice of meat it was. Another part of his brain noted that he was taller than Nemu, maybe stronger?
Cal snapped the rubber band on his wrist.
“I’ll preheat the stove, then?”
And with a bit more ten-second-meditation, urges where controlled. The evening was looking up!
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The snap of the rubberband was noted duly, she had not known what it meant before he'd explained it to her, and though she always meant to ask what he had been thinking at the moment, she did not wish to bring his mind back to what he was trying to forget, (awfully counter-productive), so she merely kept track of when it happened, to see if she could detect a pattern.
"I think... it may rain, soon." She noted out of the blue, pausing while tying a short apron about her waist, (she always wore one when cooking, no matter what she was cooking) to glance out the kitchen window.
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“Oh, sorry,” He waved to the illuminated inside of the stove before clicking the light off, as if he had disturbed someone sleeping inside.
A few more clicks later, and the he had it to the right setting.
“Alrighty, then. Mission accomplished.” He patted the stovetop, “You’ve done well, son.” Because when one spends a great deal of time talking to one’s cat, only to loose the cat, we start talking to inanimate objects.
At least he hadn’t named the microwave yet.
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"You're funny, Cal." Nemu smiled, looking over her shoulder and nodding.
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But he was happy, mainly because she was happy. Cal didn’t really think he did it, either she had become too worn down from all the negative emotion or she had decided to hide her sadness.
But still.
She was happy. And that... was good.
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