#turlus

"My my look at you, you've grown up to be very big and strong rather handsome just like your father. How are you sweety." Rhuba whispers in her son's ear.

I've learned to get used to it but this time I can't, for some reason.

All morning, Kina had been cooking, so her house was filled with delicious scents as well as sweet ones. She was so excited about having a test subject for recipe practices. She didn't make too much because she was waiting for the saiyan, Turles, to arrive so he could start tasting some things. He would be able to make sure she didn't have any leftovers and since the saiyan was probably a food expert, he could give her tips on what kind of sauces or spices to add or if she was putting too much butter or salt to something. She was so excited she could barely stand still, making sure her skills on mixing drinks were refined, too.

It had been a while since Kina had seen the saiyan called Turles. She'd always seem to miss him whenever she dropped by at the magic shop. Sara told her she was always too late or too early, and Kina wasn't really one to stand around and wait. She'd stopped going since the weather had gotten cold, not being able to stay out much, even in her huge coat. She was secretly hoping he would steal something of hers again, and she should be thankful he didn't, but she still missed at least seeing him. Should have known better though. A man as handsome as that would probably never seek such a plain girl. She gave a sigh and growled at the cloud of hot air she could see. She hated the cold, and that's what she was doing at the moment. Standing in it. Waiting for her ride to show.

It's not fair I had the worst time at work too. *cries infinitely*