goodbye?

When Roromiya fulfilled her request, the purplette started to work. Though it wasn’t the work at all — Ririchiyo always had the true pleasure from any work which calls for attention and concentration. As it was for Karuta when she was cooking, for example. In this case they had many similarities. 

…The grains were almost been processed in the machine, when she was preparing the dishes for the beverage. Ririchiyo felt herself a competent hostess in Karuta’s kitchen, actually almost ceased to notice her. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was inexpressible and couldn’t be described. 

With a sense of accomplishment the young youkai poured the hot umber liquid in the cups. “Ready.” She said with a sigh of relief. Then she pushed the cup to Roromiya, subconsciously waiting of her verdict about her work — anyway, Karuta knew a lot about food in any values.

It almost felt like she was dominating her whole kitchen though, yet thankfully she didn't mind about it. How long has it been since someone used her kitchen other than her? Not to mention it was awhile since she has brought guests into her room... In other words, she could say she felt delighted to finally have some company for once.

When the coffee was done, the SS snapped out of her conscious and gazed at the cup that was given to her. "Thank you..." Gingerly picking it up by the handle, she breathed lightly into the hazel aroma before taking a sip.

She had to admit that coffee didn't interest her very much, but she was able to tell from what she drank that this was considered a rather 'exquisite' taste. "The coffee is bitter... But I like it." Adding sugar to the caffeine would solve the bitterness, so she wasn't entirely concerned about that. Either way, upsetting the other by disappointing her after she has been through all that hard effort with her own opinion wasn't in her agenda.

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❥┋Why were all these people in the Afterlife at one time? Was there some sort of natural disaster that killed all these people at once? The Afterlife was a place for the dead, after all.

"Well… You’re his servant?" She asked in slow reverie. If she was right, so why should the pinkette work in this position? As earlier, she discerned that they both were about the same age… But she couldn’t forgot about her own ‘post’ as Quadra. But she was sure that everyone strong should be in their academy… And so she immersed herself in the thoughts and ceased to notice the girl in front who was watching her with diligent attention. And only the sudden crunch of the regular package with snacks in Karuta’s hands turned back her to earth.

"Huh… Okay then. And what are you going to do the next? I mean are you going to return to your home, um… Ayakashi Kan, right?"

Servant? Well, she could say that. "Mhmm, Kage-sama is my friend too." Like the others back at the mansion, she saw her own master as someone dear to her as well. He was so lively to be with, and although he has called her that a couple of times, the pinkette knew well enough it was because of his ecstatic personality. She didn't even mind though; he never treated her like one anyways (with the exception of that one time where she had to wear that collar.) "Maybe... Aria-chan can meet him one day? He's fun to be with..."

He froze, eyes staring down at the egg in his hand. Oh man, he screwed up, didn’t he? Really bad, and the flush of his cheeks surely indicated that, watching the other focus on the butter when he began to speak of the egg he held in his hand. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, he only figured considering he never knew whatever came first mattered that immensely. He assisted his maids in creating desserts for he and Karuta, however, they were never so specific about what went next. Perhaps it was because he was helping them? If that was the case, his cooking skills were next to none.

The feeling of stupidity almost overcame him in a sort of shock, the dumbfounded silence suddenly being filled with soft, heart wrenching words. Did he desire eggs instead of cookies. Eggs. To him, they weren’t that special. He enjoyed omelets the most, with ketchup reading the most threatening sentence befitting of a delinquent, but that wasn’t the problem right now, and it wasn’t the question. “E.. ggs.. huh?” He didn’t wish to hurt her feelings, quite far from it, but with how this was going, he’d have to take some sort of risk and refuse the question. Refuse that question for the rest of his life. “No thanks. Cookies are better suited for movies, and we have a lot of time to make them.”

He wouldn’t be able to look at eggs the same way again after this.

Although this situation wasn’t the best in his opinion, a smile cracked at his lips due to her assuming something as hilariously obvious as that. Considerate of other people’s emotions, his childhood friend always was. It almost seemed like it was to a fault, and he concerned over that. Even if one is kind to everyone in the entire world, there will be people that hated them because of their kindness, and Karuta didn’t need to deal with that, not when her kindness should be returned with blissful smiles. And that was just as it was.

“I don’t know much of what to do, but I can get everything that we’ll need. Tinfoil is around here, and so is the cooking pan. I’ll get them for you, just wait there and do the rest.” His voice sounded.. happy.. and protective… and had just a ting of helplessness in there. But it was happy nonetheless, he was happy to experience here in her expertise and love the sight of her enjoying herself. Lifting up to grab the tinfoil, he murmured in a concentrated tone, "Up here.." Taking them down with ease, he walked back towards her, interrupting her baking, and grabbing a small spoon full of the finished batter, leaning it towards her so that she could allow the sweetness to envelope her mouth.

“Here. Since we need to taste test it. I bet it does taste good because you’re.. making it..” Being a smooth operator was obviously not his favorite game. Cerulean hues took a glance at her face after she had placed the spoon within her mouth, Watanuki quickly looking around to see if any unwelcome company was around before a finger curled and wiped off the tiny bit of batter that was on her face, a soft smile upon his expression,

Despite the misleading conclusion of it though, she somehow understood his momentarily fragile state about it. He was always like that when they were alone together, after all. No matter how he changed or what he appeared to be, the softness remained deep in him- something that she always found comforting. That part of him helped her become stronger against so many challenging obstacles in her life, and also made her a little envious of how he was able to make people smile without being given an odd look. Sometimes, she had to wonder why he didn't choose to become a comedian as a future career. He would be a great one, especially with some help from a few others.

But, the important aspect of it was that it was the main source of spiriting her up whenever they were with each other.

"Watanuki-" But before she could finish, there he went off scavenging the necessities he quickly listed off. She supposed there was no questioning in listening to him since he was right. The pinkette took note of his eagerness with cooking, which was odd considering how he rarely cooked himself. Was he that happy to cook? Or- maybe it was because... it was her own presence that fueled his spirits. These tiny traits that she sometimes picked up were something she cherished close to her, even if they were mostly made up from her own assumptions but she didn't mind. With that thought in consideration, a delicious warmth danced in content inside of her.

While briefly parted, she did as told and went back to mixing and battering the ingredients in order to get it ready as soon as possible. Worried cerise hues wandered towards his direction, however, watching the tanuki in attempt in grabbing the tinfoil that was above his height. Although she expected the best, she was also prepared for the worst of things to assist him as soon as possible if he tend to let a utensil fall on his head. Thankfully, none of that ever happened and an exhilarating relief was released.

As he approached towards her with a spoon next and watched him scoop up a spoonful of creamy batter before slowly feeding it to her. Savoring the flavor as much as she can, a look of satisfaction beamed her fair face as brows were arched upwards and cerise optics twinkled in delight. "Delicious..." Her complimentary was brief, a light touch that tickled against a small part of her face that made her pause.

"Mhmm, it's even more delicious because Watanuki helped me make it."

The smooth liquid paste now transforming into dough, she carefully took it out of the bowl before placing it on the counter surface and splitting it into two. A rolling pin taken out, she placed the other's hand on top of hers, then steadily rolled out the dough. This way, it was much easier to instruct and wasn't this how he wanted to work? "Roll, roll, roll..." He didn't mind this... did he? She took a quick glimpse at his face, expecting a reaction of some sort, before turning her attention back to the rolling. The paste now flattened, now comes her favorite part- forming it into cute outlines of symbols and animals. Reaching for the cookie cutters that came in a variety of shapes, she placed the collection in between the two of them.

"Yeah. I love to eat. Especially with other people."

Thank goodness the snow haired child agree with her though.

Which contradicted her own actions, because she was staring at it

Needless to say, he had been able to ignore the stares of many other people, or simply by residing in the forest that was nearby of the now in ashes Drevis Mansion, but this particular individual was one that he simply couldn’t ignore.

….

….For the love of God, would she stop staring?

Oh. She had spoken. Perhaps she decided that staring at him would be rude.. which she hadn’t realize for the past few minutes. Dio blinked, caught completely off guard when she had spoken, and only noticing that it had been an inquiry after a few moments.

"I'm Karuta Roromiya, it's nice to meet you..."

Well, he talked as if nothing seemed wrong with him. The skeleton wasn't pointing out that she was judging him in an odd way, but she expected a wince or so from the individual. He was... injured, right? After all, why would he have rolled those bandages over and around his head and right eye?

There was a moment of pause, or hesitation to put it in a way, as she let her cerise hues fall on the stranger before asking a question that concerned her a little.