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melodiesoflife2015-11-14 06:07 pm
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Better Than Ikea
WHO: Raven, Rukia Kuchiki
WHAT: Raven's room sucks, so Rukia decides to do something about it before she leaves for Esdham.
WHEN: November 12th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
Tomorrow, Rukia was boarding an airship to Esdham. She wasn't as sad about it as she thought she might be; perhaps that was because she had Yuki now, making travel between the two cities relatively easy. She also had her letters, and with the restless spirits no longer plaguing the city, it seemed she had nothing more to truly fret about. It was time to perform the duties she'd signed up to do.
She sent in the letter surrendering her room to a new hero in need, packed up what few belongings she had, and said her goodbyes to her roommates. Ichigo seemed like he would adapt well to this new place, and she'd told him to call her if he needed anything. He would do fine on his own, and meet all kinds of new people that would befriend and support him, just as they'd done for her.
There were still a few loose ends Rukia wanted to take care of, especially where her friends were concerned. She purchased a few small gifts to leave on doorsteps or in mailboxes. Good chocolate, colored markers, fancy stationery...little things, really.
But Raven was getting a lamp. She doubted he was at home, so she'd made up her mind to pop open his window, climb in, and leave it on his dresser along with a vial of oil, so he would have a nice warm light for his room in the evening. Every room should have at least one of those. The lamp she'd found was lovely, the crimson glass elegantly fashioned into a tapered bell and painted with little black fireflies. She'd been hoping for one with ravens or crows to match his name, but the glassworker had indicated that she found such a design to be a bit too macabre. Dragonflies would have to do. There was no need to leave a card; she was sure she was the only one who showed any kind of protest to his spartan room.
Cradling the lamp carefully under her arm, Rukia stood on the tips of her toes to peek into the room. It was empty, from what she could tell, unless he'd decided to stand to the wall right next to the window for some bizarre reason. Good! Maybe this would encourage him to write to her, instead of simply saying goodbye and leaving her scowling at an empty mailbox.
Glad she'd kept her Ninja job, Rukia hoisted herself up to sit on the windowsill, twisting at the waist so she could wedge open his window, and slipped inside. Situating the lamp on his dresser, she took a step back to admire it. Hmmm... Yes, it would do nicely, she thought with a smile. She patted herself down until she found the pocket with the vial of oil, then she tucked that into the lamp basin. Mission: Accomplished! Now to leave before he discovered the surprise, and her along with it.
WHAT: Raven's room sucks, so Rukia decides to do something about it before she leaves for Esdham.
WHEN: November 12th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
Tomorrow, Rukia was boarding an airship to Esdham. She wasn't as sad about it as she thought she might be; perhaps that was because she had Yuki now, making travel between the two cities relatively easy. She also had her letters, and with the restless spirits no longer plaguing the city, it seemed she had nothing more to truly fret about. It was time to perform the duties she'd signed up to do.
She sent in the letter surrendering her room to a new hero in need, packed up what few belongings she had, and said her goodbyes to her roommates. Ichigo seemed like he would adapt well to this new place, and she'd told him to call her if he needed anything. He would do fine on his own, and meet all kinds of new people that would befriend and support him, just as they'd done for her.
There were still a few loose ends Rukia wanted to take care of, especially where her friends were concerned. She purchased a few small gifts to leave on doorsteps or in mailboxes. Good chocolate, colored markers, fancy stationery...little things, really.
But Raven was getting a lamp. She doubted he was at home, so she'd made up her mind to pop open his window, climb in, and leave it on his dresser along with a vial of oil, so he would have a nice warm light for his room in the evening. Every room should have at least one of those. The lamp she'd found was lovely, the crimson glass elegantly fashioned into a tapered bell and painted with little black fireflies. She'd been hoping for one with ravens or crows to match his name, but the glassworker had indicated that she found such a design to be a bit too macabre. Dragonflies would have to do. There was no need to leave a card; she was sure she was the only one who showed any kind of protest to his spartan room.
Cradling the lamp carefully under her arm, Rukia stood on the tips of her toes to peek into the room. It was empty, from what she could tell, unless he'd decided to stand to the wall right next to the window for some bizarre reason. Good! Maybe this would encourage him to write to her, instead of simply saying goodbye and leaving her scowling at an empty mailbox.
Glad she'd kept her Ninja job, Rukia hoisted herself up to sit on the windowsill, twisting at the waist so she could wedge open his window, and slipped inside. Situating the lamp on his dresser, she took a step back to admire it. Hmmm... Yes, it would do nicely, she thought with a smile. She patted herself down until she found the pocket with the vial of oil, then she tucked that into the lamp basin. Mission: Accomplished! Now to leave before he discovered the surprise, and her along with it.
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"Did ya?"
He wondered if it would fall on him after he comes out of the stasis. Whatever provoked the joke in the first place, Yuri likely deserved it. He wasn't what one would call polite. His unorthodox nature landed him into all sorts of trouble with people who understood him, and even more so with people who didn't.
"It's almost done."
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"The marker wouldn't stick. I had to resort to alternatives." And she dearly hoped that it continued to remain on his face after he awoke. Then she would know when he emerged out of stasis, as she was certain he would remark on it.
And he did deserve it for calling her 'shorty' all of the time.
When he announced that it was ready, Rukia pushed herself away from the wall. She was looking forward to trying his cooking, especially if it tasted as good as it smelled. "Is there anything left I can assist with?"
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"Don't be shy." He encouraged.
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"Thank you for the meal," she said, placing her palms together in brief supplication. Then she ate.
The first bite was enough to raise her brows high. The flavor was rich and hearty, not heavily salted. She hadn't even seen him taste the broth, and it still came out this good? She stared down at her bowl, surprised. "This is excellent," she remarked, and took another spoonful. It was hot and perfect winter comfort food, warming her up from head to toe. "Is it complicated to make?" Perhaps he'd teach her sometime.
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Raven gave his usual smile as she went on. He wasn't a brilliant cook, but better than most. "Not really. I can teach ya how ta do it next time?" Next time he gave a lesson, that is, whenever that would be.
Without further delay, he began to eat it. He was hungry enough to make it, after all. He spent a considerable number of his years cooking, so he didn't have to try and much and had some recipes memorized to a T.
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As she drank the last of the broth, her face grew somber in thought. She would have friends with her in Esdham, but most of the faces she knew were here in the city. Including Raven's. She looked at the man thoughtfully, remembering how Yuffie had asked if he was lonely or lacking in friends. Yuri was sleeping, and Rukia would be transferring to another city quite some distance away. He knew Zelda, but how well? Were there many others he could rely on if he needed help, or just a friendly face to talk to?
"Oi," she said, cupping her chin in her hand. "You'll write, won't you? I'd like to know how you're getting along after I depart."