melodiesoflife | Dinner for Trolls

WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, Yuri Lowell
WHAT: Two GREAT FRIENDS share a meal and tease the crap out of each other.
WHEN: October 9th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen

If Rukia was going to be gone for a few days, then Yuri would probably like to have his stew pot safely returned. She was still uneasy about departing for military tests when it seemed like the city was starting to get plagued by restless spirits. She was a shinigami, this should have been her specialty.

But that's not what she was in this world. It was a bitter pill to swallow, especially knowing that she should be able to feel the presence of the undead. All she felt was the cool evening air, and a heap of insufferable frustration.

So why visit Yuri, who was likely to add fuel to the fire? Because he'd add fuel to a different fire, one that was far more manageable. They'd bicker and needle each other, and it would get her mind off of things for a short time. Besides, she had certain questions she wanted to ask him.

Reaching his front step, she cradled the pot under her arm and knocked with the back of her hand. "Oi, it's Rukia," she called out. Maybe they could go eat something, too.

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Rukia requested a simple omelet for herself. She was a big fan of eggs, and found the dish to be one of her favorites. With that out of the way, her expression sobered a little. Nothing wrong with indulging? She shook her head.

"No, it can be dangerous, and arouse selfish desires. And of course, it's never pleasant to grow too attached to something, or someone, when such an attachment is sure to be nothing more than temporary."

She couldn't explain every last detail, of course, but there were a lot of restrictions placed on how much a shinigami could interact with a living person. The general rule was: don't. Don't ever. It led to serious complications, as she'd learned well.

"Anyway," she shrugged, "I didn't suggest we share a meal so I could preach fatalistic ideals. Tell me how you're getting on," she said, sipping from her water glass. "Did you take on the ghostbuster job, perchance?"

Rukia better be careful since for those little things, Yuri will notice and she might have surprises waiting for her when they spend more time together, like him making amazing omelettes for example. Of course, Yuri won't tell her about that. It's easier for her to figure it out when it happens. He kind of likes making people baffled at times.

"Strong bonds transcend time and space. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my friends and selfishly hanging onto my beliefs. Not saying that you have to do that, but you don't got to be so stiff about it, Shorty."

He replied with a brief laugh. Once they were done ordering, he hands the waiter the menus. There are but Yuri doesn't care about them if Rukia can see by how he reacts to the situation. However, he does put it into consideration. He just won't follow it.

"Getting on?" he raised a brow before continuing, "Yeah, figured it might be useful if there are ghost types roaming around. Can't hurt to be safe. How about yourself?" he mused towards her as he took a glass of water.

Thoughtful and kind surprises would definitely baffle her. And it would win him a friend for life at that. Bring on the omelets.

"Don't get me wrong," she shook her head. "Friendships are different. It's important to get along with those who share your battles and burdens, of course." Rukia wasn't sure she should elaborate further than that. It would get awkward, and she wasn't sure she could properly explain herself. He'd tease her about it too much, of that she was sure.

Best to talk about ghostbusting. She smiled proudly, thumbing the lapel of her jumpsuit. "Naturally. The abilities the job grants are the closest I can get to my abilities as a shinigami. The methods are different, but the results at least are satisfactory."

She was actually really getting into it. It seemed like she spent the majority of her waking hours (and cut into some of her sleeping hours too) tracking down malevolent spirits and boxing them up in the containment unit.

"It feels good to be doing the work I'm used to, once again."

He'd make her all kinds of omelets to be honest. He's pretty good at making things like that. They were easy and usually not difficult to get access to. Yuri shakes his head some, but he can understand where she's coming from with her wording. He's not really convinced that she has to hold back, but he'll respect her wishes and leave it at that.

He's not here to change people's beliefs.

"You do what you gotta do, but it's not wrong to enjoy the time you have, even if you got to put some things on hold."

Yuri added briefly with a shrug. That made sense though, that she would think that it was similar to the job that she did in her own world. It probably gave her a sense of peace. Much like Yuri's classes definitely defined him as a person.

"I don't blame ya. It's hard to adjust to something completely new."

Not wrong to enjoy it... She supposed that was...partially true. But what if she grew to enjoy it too much? Would she be able to let go when it came time, or would the temptation to cling to these new feelings and experiences be too great to resist?

Mortality certainly was troublesome, she thought with a sigh, resting her cheek against her fist as she begrudgingly nodded to acknowledge his point. He wasn't being pushy about it, and she was grateful for that. Her friendship with Angeal became severely strained when he'd tried to convince her that it was okay to pursue a little romance since she was as human as anyone else in this world.

But that mortality wouldn't last forever.

"What about you?" she asked, picking up her fork and prodding a little at the fluffy mound of whipped eggs once it was placed in front of her. "I'm sure you're eager to return to your world as well. Or are you starting to grow a little attached to this place too?"

Rukia was a smart individual. Yuri could deduct that much. He knew she wouldn't overstep her boundaries or the rules she followed. It's not necessarily a bad thing. He was only stating that she didn't have to hold herself back in such a manner. However, whatever she did was her choice.

Yuri didn't care for pushing his beliefs onto others. He knew his way of thinking was just a tad bit different and almost much darker than most people. He's not going to press for others to go with what he wants. They choose to if they want to and they don't have to watch it happen. He won't even mind if he lost friendships over it. It's just that kind of life he's always led.

"Attached to this place? You kidding me? It's restrictive and annoying. This place demands you do what it wants, and I'm not that kind of team player. I'd rather be saving my world with my own abilities to be honest. Not here pretending to play some Hero Game for the sake of my world. It's the only reason I'm really going along with this."

"True...I'd rather fight as a shinigami," Rukia agreed with a faint bob as she accepted her meal and sat up a little straighter to start eating. She could understand how frustrating it was to be locked into a new role, especially one so foreign to the both of them.

And she wouldn't be wrestling with such human attachments, either, but that was neither here nor there.

"Well, I'm grateful you're still choosing to fight in any case," she said, popping a bite of fluffy eggs into her mouth. "After all, my world is on the line too. You save yours, you save mine in the process."

It was true since that's what he always believed. No one had really steer his view in any way so far. He's quite a hard egg to crack to be honest. He nodded to her words since he had already stated where he stood on that matter. It is frustrating, thus it was easier for Yuri to behave the way he always did without caring what the world thought.

He wasn't a hero and he would never admit to being one even if he played that role. Yuri was just that kind of person and he would never change.

"Only because there's a reason for me wanting to fight. On top of that, we can't leave folks here to suffer either. I'd wish they'd at least ask before choosing to be honest," he sighed at her words and shook his head, "Well that's one way to put it. I'm doing it to save the other worlds from being screwed over, including mine."

"My hero," she teased with a sly smirk. If he was allowed to call her Shorty, then she could call him hero.

And then she paid the bill, since she was the one that ousted him out of bed in the first place.

[OOC: Want to end here, or was there anything else we needed to cover?]

"Riight, Hero."

He replied with a basic laugh for her sly smirk. Of course he was going to get used to some of her comebacks seeing that Rukia was definitely different from what he's been used too. However, he was similar to some of his friends at home, which was why it was easy to get along with her.

Yuri waved goodbye to her when she paid the bill, not questioning it for the matter. If she wanted to pay that's on her.

With that he leaves and hopefully he'll see her around some more.

[ ooc: works perfect! ]

Dinner for Trolls

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