and the love kickstarts again

Pripyat Soul · 01-16-2012, 01:57 PM

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No worries love! 518

The warm eyes of the Lykoi lady turned downward in response to Pripyat's hardness, and a smug sense of satisfaction filled the confused boy. Why it should be that making his guest uncomfortable filled him with a strange sense of pride Pripyat couldn't explain to himself, he wasn't even entirely aware of the occurrence. All the boy knew was that this woman filled him with emotions that had no reasons: remorse and a lingering sorrow that somehow transformed its self into anger. To be cold towards her was to guard against these feelings, and yet Pripyat Soul fought with himself. He had a duty to Ichika, to be kind and compassionate towards all beings, and furthermore he had a duty to himself and his upbringing. He had never been unkind. Acts of unkindness did not sit well with the man and so his own feelings, though nothing unkind had been said or done directly, did not sit well with the man either.

I'm not picky. The large left lobe of his ear flickered again and Pripyat almost realized that he wished she had been picky. It would have given him justification for further annoyance, as he imagined lighting the fire and carving the fowl and roasting it—though this surely was no chore and he might have chosen to do so had he been alone anyway. Instead he sighed heavily, as if any answer she gave him would always be the wrong one. The man moved to beside the modest fireplace, the only spot in the room where he kept any personal belongings. All the boy had there was an old, salvaged kitchen knife and a pile of assorted rocks. It was here he leaned his bow and arrows, as well as placing the pouch of fire making tools from around his waist. Picking up the knife, and then finding a rough, burlap cloth from among the floor pillows he spread the cloth between their two pillows and laid the fowl here.

Although they opted to eat their meal raw, Pripyat took the time to half hack and half tear the dead bird into two. It was messy business and the burlap cloth helped to keep the mess from soaking into the wooden floors. When the bird was in two he sat back on his wide pillow, looking at Sage. "Alright then." He pushed the larger half towards the warm hued woman--though he had done a fair job at splitting the creature equally. The large clawed hands of the man took up his own share, and he only held it, waiting for the woman to eat first. It was strange, but even for all the strange unhappiness she inspired in smoke and cream man, Prip did not feel it would be right to eat before her. Instead he stared at her with bright eyes and the words that formed themselves on his thin ebony lips surprised the man. "I hope you come to find happiness and peace here in Ichika." What surprised the Soul male even more was that he genuinely meant these words with no reserve.

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