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Rin Okumura ⬤ Ao no Exorcist
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moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[chichichi]

[ She knows. Doesn't rightly care who sees them because this hug isn't for anyone but Rin. She's not in any hurry to break it either. As long as he needs it, she's here and she says as much in that quiet language with a little squeeze, firm and reassuring. ]

[satanslash]

[She might not mind, but Rin is a little more self conscious about these things. No one else was around but someone could easily come around the corner.

He quietly pulled away, rubbing at his face again.]

You wanna come in? Kohaku ain't gonna be back for a while...

[And he could really use company after all that.]

[chichichi]

[ He pulls away and she lets him, tucking her hands quietly into her pockets. There's four walls with a great deal of largely empty space between them to return to. Given that, his question, she's not exactly in a rush to head back.

No, this sounds better. ]

If I wouldn't be imposing.

[ A little humor in diffusion? She did just make a little trek and spring herself on him, after all. ]

[satanslash]

[She did, and while he doesn't know entirely what "imposing" means he can guess from the context of their current interaction. He doesn't mind that she did that, though. He doesn't want to have to call Kohaku home every time he gets stupidly upset over things in his past. He knows she would drop everything for him but he doesn't see that as fair.

He doesn't much like having to rely on OTHER people, too, but Setsura sort of inserted herself in that position without asking him. Not something he can complain about without seeming like an utterly ungrateful twat.

He shakes his head and moves back in to the apartment.]

You uh... [he has to pause to clear his throat] you want anythin'?

[chichichi]

[ She follows easy with every intention of tipping the door closed once inside if he doesn't beat her to it. Lock it, she thinks. Most people do and Kohaku should have a key, right? ]

How about a water?

[ It's really simple, but that's the first place her mind goes even as she turns her eyes up and around. This place... feels different from hers. ]

[satanslash]

[Rin saw the chance to make this place warm, livable, his the moment he and Kohaku moved in. The house with the "cafe" back in Chroma Village had been two steps from a disaster from day one and never got much better, though he did his best with what could be found. Everything had been mismatched, patched, old. Here was shiny, new. Stupid nicknacks and figures, lots of kitchen utilities, even a cute string of violet-blue lights that stretch over the comfy living room couch, giving off a soft glow.

Yet another way to put the past further behind him.

Maybe he'll be here a year, like the place before, or maybe he'll leave tomorrow, but while his name and Kohaku's are on the listing and his head is still hitting a comfortable pillow every night he is going to milk all he can out of having his own space like this.]

Alright.

[It's a quiet drawl, but calmer than he had been, moving easily in to the kitchen to get that for her.]

[chichichi]

[ When he moves, she lingers. Lets herself really take it in, the difference. Catch the little details that'll likely return to her later, make her wonder. It says a lot in so many little ways that run into something bigger, something that sounds strange in her ears, but rings true. Rin's built a home in the time he's been here. She's kept to four walls and a roof, claimed trees and rooftops upon which to nap for the emptiness of that space, her inability to sleep without some kind of presence. She's not going to live like a peasant during her time here, but she is only passing through. The place she wants to return to, it's far from here. ]

So you're really into cooking, huh?

[ She steps after him with that, breaking that line of thinking soundly. He'd seemed enthusiastic about it. ]

[satanslash]

Huh?

[He's still somewhat in a daze and the question shakes him out of it, gaze turning towards the obvious utensils and trappings of a fairly seasoned chef in the kitchen. All things added after he came here, clearly, as the place he was before wouldn't have had anything nearly as nice.

He smiles a bit, nodding.]

Yeah. It's... pretty much the only thing I'm good at, but I'm really good at it.

[chichichi]

You had lots of opportunity to practice growing up?

[ Cooking's a skill and skills require study, practice to grow them. Call her curious and you wouldn't be wrong. She takes to leaning against the door frame, turning her eyes around, wondering. ]

[satanslash]

I uh... taught myself.

[He comes back with the glass of water promised, handing it to her.]

I started when I was seven.

[chichichi]

[ She accepts that glass with a slight inclination of her head only to pause. ]

When you were...?

[ Is that... normal? Not that she's fond of that word, but do civilian kids start teaching themselves to cook at that age regularly? She turns her head away for a moment, picking her brain in attempting to figure, recall. No, right? Kou-kun and Akemi-chan's kids hadn't, she's sure. Her own childhood -- that's not worth getting into with regards to any sort of comparison, it's too different. She learned that a long time ago.

Don't mind her. She's just gonna lift that glass to her lips now. She is pretty sure about one thing, though. ]

That's pretty young.

[satanslash]

[A shrug as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as his tail hung lazily behind him.]

I was always gettin' into trouble, even when I didn't want to. Felt bad that Dad and the other priests were always havin' to deal with it so I wanted to try and make it up to 'em. First try was tamago but... heh, I didn't know you had to take eggs out of the shells, and it was way too salty. But havin' them complain about how bad it was made me wanna try even harder.

[He taps a finger at his temple.]

I'm not smart and I'm never gonna be smart, but I'm stubborn, and if I think I've got half a chance at doin' somethin' right I'm gonna keep tryin' no matter how fustratin' it is.

[chichichi]

[ She thinks he's probably a good kid. He sounds it. Whatever that Fujimoto person's intentions were, she thinks Rin is probably that. She's quiet as she listens, taking another sip of water. Files that "other priests" bit away and holds her laughter over that tamago mishap. She snorts softly. ]

That simple, hm?

[satanslash]

[He grew up in a Catholic boy's home. There's not much more to it than that.]

Dunno if I'd call that simple, but yeah. That's how it started for me.

[chichichi]

I meant you.

[ She thinks. She's pretty sure. It isn't just self-depreciation when he describes himself. It sounds more like he's got some degree of stock about himself mixed with it. She gestures idly with her free hand. ]

Uncomplicated, straightforward, stubborn, determined. You move without thinking things through a lot of the time, don't you?

[satanslash]

Well, yeah. That's just how idiots do things, innit? I don't get complicated shit the way Yukio does.

[Yukio is a genius even when not compared to Rin's lack of schooling and skill, though. It's hardly a fair assessment of Rin's own abilities, but being self deprecating is something that comes with that territory.]

[chichichi]

That hardly makes you an idiot. People are different.

[ She's going to finish off that glass of water with that. ]

[satanslash]

A lotta things make me an idiot.

[Things she probably wouldn't agree with.]

[chichichi]

Like?

[ She's waiting. ]

[satanslash]

I'unno! Shit that makes me an idiot!

[Sets.

Sets.

You're asking an idiot to tell you why he's an idiot.]

[chichichi]

[ She is and it's part of her learning experience. She snorts softly. ]

Guess I'll have to stick around and see for myself, hm?

[satanslash]

You're gonna get pissed off pretty damn fast then. Everyone else does.

[Rin you have a girlfriend. That still loves you despite your idiocy.

Although it might actually be because of his idiocy.

She seems to have a thing for morons.]

[chichichi]

[ As though it's the simplest truth in the worlds: ]

I'm not everyone. It takes a lot to piss me off for that matter.

[ She says to the person who's seen her genuinely pissed at the highest level to date. ]

So don't worry so much.

[satanslash]

Mmmmm. We'll see.

[He has, but he still doubts that she can deal with him for long.

And yes, he will eat those words later.]

[chichichi]

We will.

[ She grins. ]

You ever caught a cold?