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If you want the blank version for your own muse here you go! :

*is silently watching his chopstick technique....totally not judging* c:

She takes out her own pair, because of course she has her own cute pair of chopsticks that she carries around...just in case! Her own chopstick gator clacks back at him!

Suddenly Ochette did brought up the important mission they were on! Finding Shrilotto! She let out a gasp as she watched her running and soon she would join as well, not in a sprint but she would do her best to catch up, despite her state.

Alas, Ochette wasn't really wasn't the best-suited to working out the logistics of that. Shirlotto's body was obscured by the debris, but his scent was definitely coming from underneath. "Uh... It seems pretty bad. I don't smell any blood, but I can hear that his heartbeat weaker than normal!"

"R-Right... right. Let me think."

She crouched near the edge of the rubble pile, careful not to disturb it. Unlike Ochette, she couldn't rely on keen senses to tell her exactly what was happening beneath the stones, but she could see enough to know that rushing would be a disaster. If they shifted the wrong piece first, the entire mound could settle and crush Shirlotto further.

Her jade eyes traced the cracks and pressure points through the debris.

"We can't just pull everything away at once," she said, her voice quieter than usual but steady. "The larger stones are supporting the weight above them. If we remove those first, the rest could collapse."

Nessa pointed toward several smaller rocks near the outer edge.

"We start with those. The loose pieces first. Then work inward little by little."

She looked toward Mahina and offered an encouraging smile.

"Can you help us? Gently. Think of it like picking berries rather than charging a monster."

The attempt at humor was weak, but sincere.

Slowly rising back to her feet, Nessa lifted her arms in front of her, fingertips spread out. Pale currents of wind gathered around her fingers, not the powerful gusts she would normally prefer, but delicate streams. She simply didn't have the strength for anything grand at the moment.

"I'll use my wind magic to take some of the weight off while you move the stones. Nothing strong enough to send them flying. Just enough to keep them from shifting suddenly."

The spell flickered slightly as exhaustion tugged at her concentration. She grimaced but held it together.

"Once we can see part of Shirlotto, we'll stop and check him before moving anything else. If he's trapped under a limb or a larger slab, we'll need a different approach."

Her gaze moved between Ochette and the rubble.

"I know we're tired, but we have to be patient. If his heartbeat is already weak, then being careful is more important than being fast."

Then she offered Ochette a small, reassuring smile despite the sweat on her brow.

Plus its was always fascinating to learn interesting stories along the way!

"Mhhhm, will do and thank you for including me in this..as always " she whispers to him as he leaves to get the snacks. She in the meantime goes to open the door and welcome their client.

“Oh.. good morning. My name is Kamiya Megumi and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The woman made a bow as she entered the premises after she was welcomed in. Once she was guided towards her seat in the very spacious living room, she began recounting the tales of her little meet up with her fiance. “Urameshi-san told me that you know everything that goes on in his life and his..profession so I don’t need to hold back. Well..-” The woman clears her throat. “Where do I start??” The woman had asked.

“Ya usually start from the top, little intro about you. Your name, occupation, common stuff that yer willin’ t’ share. You don’t have t’ tell us about anything yer not comfortable tellin’ us.” He spoke as he stepped into the room with a tray of selective snacks, hot snacks like takoyaki, room temperature snacks like onigiri, and of course, some sweets like cookies and dango. The trades were gently left upon the table between them, as well as the tray that kept a hotel kettle and a selection of tea bags. “That’s how it goes right sweetheart?” He asked his beloved, hoping he didn’t miss a thing. He’s seen enough of these to provide some insight. 

"Its as he says Kamiya-san, share what you think is important no need to go over all the details that might be too much, but we do appreciate useful information" she pauses for a moment still keeping that patient smile upon her lips. "It would make our jobs easier to understand and well, it could also be good for you to talk about the issue, especially with those who can understand it" . Because to how many people you can share that strange things have been happening, without being seen as crazy?

For now she wont pry, in time when he feels when it is safe, maybe he will share that part of him.

To his suggestion on the exchange and the learning process she raises a brow as small delighted grin crosses her lips. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, alright lets go with that! "

Briefly she does glance down to his hands noticing that small struggle, so patiently she waits letting him take the approach he wants too. Gently her much smaller hand would hold his own and shake it as she perks up but slowly she stands up.

It wasn't something to just burden someone with after all. It was better stay on the topic of learning Japanese and possibly taking a trip to Japan.

"G-great," Russell said, "I'll, I'll make sure to, to, to make a, a note of that so, so we, we got, got that in writing and, and rem-remember what's, what's what."

But at least the slight of his left hand aside, the rest of the handshake went smoothly. Russell's grip was gentle and slightly hesitant, as though he was worried at causing pain or upset if his touch was anything but.

"That's, that's no, no problem," Russell said, "You, you got, you got it. I'm, I'm sure you'll, you'll get, get it, get it all done in, in no time and, and it'll, it'll be, be graded, graded well too."

Nessa seemed like a clever and organised woman after all. Russell had no doubts about it.

"But, but if, if it is an, an all nighter, I'll, I'll hope it, it at least, at least goes well."

Russell then turned and got a takeout container, before he carefully took another hot cross bun and placed it inside. It was then offered to Nessa to take.

"H-here, one, one for, for the road, or, or maybe as, as a, as a boost during your, your studies. It, it was good to, to have you here, but, but don't, don't feel pressured. I, I know other, other things can happen, but, but you are, you are always welcome."

'I'll do my best to stay friends with him!' she thought to herself with new determination in her jade eyes.

"Thank you, it will give me a boost most certainly when I need it!" she adds with a wide grin giving a small flex with her dainty arms, in an almost comical way. "Thank you...for this and well, a warm welcome here I promise to visit again in a very near future!"