#ayano01

The setting sun cast a nostalgic shade across the courtyard, though the serenity in Max’s smile betrayed the view she took in. She had never formally attended a school like the one she passed by until much later in her life. The image of her as a blushing schoolgirl was just another role she had left to gather dust with the records of old assignments. Still, the sight of a school brought her an odd peace of mind, enough to make her forget herself at the sight of a young lady in a red scarf.

“Excuse me, little miss. Are you heading home from school?”

For awhile now she had been exploring the city, looking for any peculiarities for her to investigate. Makie was a very bored girl and her servant didn’t seem to be the talkative type. Since she couldn’t strike up a conversation she asked the servant to go about and explore the city. It was best to do so to get a understanding in case they were to be attacked by a stronger master-servant pair. 

Sad to say that Makie was not really fit to be any proper support. So while her servant explored the city, Makie actually was searching for something. 

A place for her to be able to establish as a secret base. 

Call it childish but Makie had both a innocent yet necessary reason for it. 

As it stands, it was impossible for Makie to do her alchemy in such a small space such as their living quarters. 

So now the search was on for the perfect location to act as both a secret base and a workshop for her alchemy. 

“Though the problem is where to locate a decent size place for it...as well as keeping it a secret...”

“Ah, one moment, young lady.”

He was well aware how this looked, but his plan was to inquire and go on about his day. No need for him to get needlessly involved with a stranger despite it being one of his favorite pastimes. For now, he thought he’d do his utmost to restrain himself, knowing full well he hadn’t the slightest idea of the definition of the word ‘restraint’.

“That scarf you’ve got around yer neck, is that what all the gals are wearin these days?”

     ☩—-  Other than lazing around and doing absolutely nothing, there was one thing for certain Rin could do. He loved to cook, and he was rather good at it. Growing up, all of his family had told him he had a talent for cooking, all them always complimenting the meals he cooked. It was one of the childhood memories he cherished, although there were a lot of good one, the ones he spent cooking while his father watched him were the ones he adored. So in the situation he was placed in, the anxiety levels threatened to break him, seeing no familiar faces made him fear for the worst.

     ☩—-  So of course when the anxiety levels peak, Rin found himself in the kitchen, where he was at peace the most. For once he was thankful to be here because back at home he never had access to these ingredients and it was incredible. He contemplated using some extravagant ones, ones he couldn't even pronounce, but went against it as he just wanted to make simple comfort foods. 'Comfort foods' as in a simple sew with potatoes, biscuits and meat inside of it. A growing guy had to have his meat, you know?

     ☩—-  Rin was so immersed in his cooking that be barely noticed anyone entering the kitchen, stirring the boiling pot of seasoned water quietly, his tail swishing behind him in a content fashion. The demon set his spoon down, and turned the boiler off. As he turned around, he only just then noticed the girl standing there, feeling his cheeks flare up as he realized she'd probably been there for a while. “A-am I hogging anythin'? I'm almost done, so I won't be long!” 

...That looks an awful lot like a certain someone who has no business being here because she's supposed to be...elsewhere.

Shintaro touches the scarf around his neck and then looks over at her, thinking that maybe the weather's just gotten cold enough here for some winter wear. Yep. That shade and everything, the hair, total coincidence. It's just another girl in another scarf just like his. Yep.