Topic: Developments and Complications

Takara

Date: 2018-02-01 15:25 EST
July 2017

((OOC note: This takes place as Senka and Phoenix have begun dating, and Takara is studiously avoiding both of them at all costs. Aiko, the wounded warrior referenced in Company, is living with them now, and Takara has reached out to Eri Maeda and Mist Gul regarding his condition))

Senka had a habit of losing track of time and being late. She didn't mean to, but it happened. Thankfully she hadn't specified what time she would be over, just "soon." Soon ended up being about an hour and ten minutes later. She had to order the food, get a bag ready for overnight and then got herself ready. Things were still new, and she was pretty sure during that phase you were supposed to try and look really great all of the time. Nix had seen her probably at her worst already, but she could try to erase that mental image from his mind and replace it with something nicer.

Once she realized how much time she had spent getting ready and that the food bag and night bag would weigh her down, she decided to grab a cab.

The overnight bag was slung over her body and the Chinese food held in one hand, she knocked on the door.

It was easy to have his room clean because it already was. Having swapped rooms with Senka, everything had been cleaned and moved and so that part of life didn't need to be worried about. That left him making sure he didn't look like crap, and though he liked his kinda lame catch-phrase and joke t-shirts, it wasn't exactly what you wore when you were trying to impress.

The best he had was a black button up, short sleeve shirt and some jeans. The button up wasn't too formal because of the sleeves, and it was patterned with a semi-military look because of the buttoned tabs at the shoulders and the way it fit. His hair was getting too long, but a little gel and some combing and the messy look seemed purposeful.

Against the usual, he was ready when she knocked on the door and hurried over, in socked feet, to open it up, "Heyyyy."

The master bedroom had become home to three, sometimes four people: the wounded Lion himself, his two caregivers, and more often than not when she was actually here, Tsuru. It was its own little isolated world, seemingly separated from the rest of the house.

The door rarely opened except to admit or discharge one of them, to bring in food or new medications. Sometimes there was the gentle hum of calm conversation, sometimes urgent pleas for calm. Every once in awhile - particularly in the early mornings - there would be an outburst from the frightened Lion, confused and fearful in this alien place.

Just now, all was silent. He was asleep or perhaps under sedation, the two caregivers had taken the opportunity to rest themselves, or read. Takara was not among them.

"Hi." There was an awkward lull because Senka wasn't really sure how these things went. Steps forward had been made but did that mean you started greeting one another with sloppy kisses, a hug maybe? She wasn't sure.

One hand smoothed down the summer dress she wore. It was the colors of ripe peaches. She leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to his cheek and then handed over the food while stepping inside.

"So is Tsoo home? Senka v'want to see she." There was Senka, getting right to the point and probably perplexing Nix on who she was really there to see.

"Come in," he smiled when she kissed his cheek. Nix figured they were at kissing hello, considering the dates that had turned into sleepovers. His shoulders rolled back and he glanced at the master bedroom door and then looked at her, "So... Aiko's in there and I wouldn't... knock or say hey. Tsuru may be there or not, hard to tell, but it's kinda quiet right now so I wouldn't think so."

He motioned for her to come with him, stepped backwards to where the open kitchen was. Everything about it was lined up against one wall that had a window that faced out into a backyard kept neat because the needles from the pine trees kept any grass from growing. Popping up in the shade of the trees were ferns that looked like puffs of green.

"How's it going?" He opened up the cabinet to pull out some plates. It seemed a little more civilized to eat the food on plates instead of straight from the box. He didn't think Tsuru would be joining them, but he got the idea that Senka was hoping for it. He'd go along with that hope, no problem.

"Ay-Ko." She repeated. There was a hint of questioning in her tone. She felt like she should know who that was but truthfully she couldn't recall. It was hard to keep up with who was coming and going. Not that it was really anything Senka needed to know, not unless they wanted her to.

Regardless she nodded. She couldn't imagine Tsoo being alone with a man. Not in the way Senka had been alone with Nix recently. She figured it must be one of their leaders or someone to do with the war. Another thing she still struggled to understand and felt rather stupid about whenever talk of plotting and planning came up. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the night she suggested they use hookers to distract the enemies and the look that had received. Namely from Nix. A tangle of anxiety and embarrassment seemed to be spreading through her stomach and made her feel queasy.

She followed Nix to the kitchen but glanced towards the shut door. Nix had said he wouldn't go in there or say hi. But...

"Yous don' even know if she dere? V'where she be if not here? Don yous like keep up wis she?" Her head tilted in confusion. She never quite understood the relationship between Nix and Tsoo or what exactly he was to her. Or wasn't.

"Senka- is fine." Itchy. In pain. Aching all over. But she didn't voice it. There was nothing anyone could do to help her. Not yet.

"Well, she's not really my responsibility anymore. She knows her way around and now she's in charge of Aiko. The most I do for her is help the other caregivers get up to speed and get like, groceries or whatever. Communicate back to the home world." Nix was not a soldier or an important figure for the war. At best he was a guy that facilitated, which was exactly what he was doing.

Once she set the bag down, he began opening the Meng boxes and dishing out the food onto the plates, "She's just been really busy and worried, you know? If she's not here she could be securing supplies, I dunno. I guess she probably likes having a minute to herself." Maybe she folded her cranes somewhere in quiet solitude to keep it all together.

"I thought you two went out and did girls night and cut loose every now and then?" He recalled Beltane and the dress she had come home in, which he would have appreciated more on any other woman than her at the time. He felt less... obligated to be careful around her, except that she was still Tsuru.

"Booot, she's yous frend, no?" She recalled Tsoo saying they were not really friends, but Senka hadn't really believed it at the time. She just figured the way Nix and Tsoo got along was like two siblings who annoyed the crap out of one another but were also protective of one another. Maybe she didn't know that much about them after all.

"I's hasn't seen her since- since v'we, Senka an' Nix kiss at de Inn. Dat v'was on de sird of de mons." The 3rd of the month.

"She v'was gone, not ansv'werin' tests, not show up for de plans v'we have. She jes not v'really talkin' to Senka. I's dunno v'where she head at, jes v'what yous tell Senka an' dat she have so mush on she plate." She looked down to the plates he was dishing up but she didn't feel that hungry.

"If she not talkin' to Senka or Nix den she's holdin' it all in. She's gonna crack yous know." Senka could speak from experience, although she was pretty good at hiding the things she was dealing with. She was so honest and straightforward, yet there was so much she refused to let surface. She knew it was only a matter of time before it all caught up to her.

"Yous v'really don' listen to she? Jes let she like- mmm- do de ventin'?" She was staring at him with a hint of irritation.

"She should have been more den yous v'responsibility Nix. Nobody v'want to jes be like sumbody problem to deal wis. She's all alone here wis nobody. Dis is like- like de culture shockin." Her tone wasn't harsh, but she was a little shocked by how she was now seeing Nix and Tsoo's relationship.

"Girls need people to vent to. V'we jes v'want sumbody to leesen. V'we don' v'want yous to fix sings, v'we jes need an' ear. Senka is like- stupid wis de v'war stoff. She probably don' sink she can talk to Senka abouts it. An' yous- " She made a pffft-ing sound. "Mens."

"Yeah, I mean, we're friends but we don't like... uh," they didn't really text each other or hang out. Or... well, were they friends? He had always sorta thought that they were because he liked her okay, could have liked her more than okay, and they had lived together. They were also united by a common cause, which was hard for him to find in anyone.

Phoenix paused when Senka pointed out the white elephant in the room. It was the sort of elephant that could end a new relationship, and maybe that's why he was avoiding it. Was she silent and withdrawn now because of him and Senka? What was it Senka had said? Chicks before ****?

"She does have a whole lot on her plate. That's totally true. I mean, Aiko isn't right in the head so... yeah, that guy is a handful and I think she kinda knew him growing up. The war is like... different for her than it is for me. I left when I was a kid, but these are all people she grew up with and knew, you know?"

"She doesn't vent to me, that's not like how it is with us." Nix shrugged a little and then opened a drawer, drawing out two forks. One was put on the plate of random stuff he put together for her and the other rotated in his hand. He turned, leaning back against the kitchen counter as he took a bite out what she'd brought. It was good, and he would have said as much if Senka didn't look so distressed and like she might think his tangent was a sign of not caring.

After he swallowed a bite of the food he sighed when he looked at her, "I mean, if she wanted to talk she could just talk to me, you know?"

She listened patiently and tried to give the benefit of the doubt. His end comment had her eyes closing to slits and she stared at him with a look that said, really?

"Mens." She repeated. Granted Senka clearly had no problem just saying whatever it was she was thinking or feeling, but not all women were like that. Hell, she didn't even know if she knew Tsoo well enough to say what she was like. Given what she did know, how ladylike Tsoo was and the way she was brought up, she doubted open communication was something she was used to. Just saying how you feel? Whatever you want?

Her nose scrunched up.

"Yous not frends. If yous frends den yous v'would know sumsin' is v'wrong. An' YOUS don' know." She grabbed a towel and swatted him with it and then huffed. "Is not jes dat she have mush on she plate. She alv'ways have mush on she plate, she didn't jes not show up before or jes not test Senka back. Sumsin' is v'wrong. I's tellin' yous." She went to her bag and opened it, pulling out a piece of black lingerie.

"Yous sees dis? Hm?" She held it up and let him get a nice long look at it. "Yous v'want to see dis on Senka, den dis get fix first. I's can't jes sleeps wis yous v'while Tsoo is fallin' aparts or havin' freak outs." She stuffed the lingerie back into the bag and walked back over to him. She put a hand on his to pause him from taking a bite and then she leaned in to kiss him. Both to provide some reassurance but also to give him something to think about.

"After yous eat, take cold shower. Yous gonna needs dat 'cause Senka is gonna v'wait until Tsoo get home an' talk to she an' makes it better." She gave him a pat-pat on his shoulder and then turned to grab her own plate to pick at.

Takara

Date: 2018-02-01 15:41 EST
"I mean, she's acting different and I asked her about it but... yeah, she didn't seem like she wanted to talk to me or anything." There came the towel swat and he lifted up his plate so there wouldn't be any innocent Chinese food paying the price for the stuff, apparently, that Nix just didn't seem to know.

"I'm not a mind reader. Maybe she's on her period or maybe, I dunno," Nix took another bite and then watched the little display of black lingerie. The promise of what that bit of lingerie might really mean, though, was part of what had him pause his chewing to watch her. When she put away the lingerie after her grave announcement, he was trying to calculate what was more likely-- ever getting laid or ever having Tsuru not mad at him. His destiny was looking more and more to be that two women would, in fact, murder him.

Her hand stopped him from eating. The kiss was enough that he turned, putting his plate aside and swallowing what was left in his mouth, "Seriously? The status of me having an orgasm literally has nothing to do with Tsuru being mad or withdrawn or whatever. I absolutely promise that if we just... went to my room and had some fun that Tsuru's situation will be exactly the way we left it." There were reasons Phoenix never became a lawyer.

"Did yous v'really jes blame dis on she period?" He was getting that eye slit stare again. "I's sink yous v'words jes make Senka's sex drive dry up an' burst into flames. Don' ever ever blame v'woman's reaction on she period. Beside, dat lass for like v'week not for sree v'week." She bit back adding on, Stupid. Because that wasn't nice.

"Yous not only v'one not gettin' dey orgasm. I's v'want v'one too bot how Senka is gonna be in dere moanin' at de top of she lungs v'when she best frend is somev'where out dere hurtin'? An' v'wat if Tsoo is feelin' v'weird abouts Senka and Nix? Can yous imagin' how she feel if she v'walk in an' she hear us goin' ats it? Dat v'would be horry-bull. I's can't do dat to she. I's sorry bots if dis gonna v'work v'we gonna have to sink about Tsoo too because I's need she in life. V'we can jes do de Netfleeks an' de chill or I's can go sits on she bed an' v'wait. I's promise doh, v'once dis all better, I's make it better wis yous. Yous v'will get more points at Bank of Senka an' de first time for us v'will be great because Senka v'won't be distrakted wis she worryin." She winked at him and then took a bite.

It was at this point he was pretty sure Senka didn't realize Netflix and Chill was code for sex, but he wasn't going to bring it up. The one outcome Senka wasn't talking about was if all this was because them dating was weird or a problem for Tsuru. Then, what? He didn't ask, probably because he didn't want to know.

He really had to muster everything in him not to laugh at the thought of them going at it and Tsuru having the realization of it. Would it be horror or shock or... what expression, exactly?

Focus. "Okay, okay it's not her period and I'll talk to her just as soon as I see her next. You'll have her in your life," he was making promises on stuff he knew thing about, but that's what women did to men. They caused them to be exponentially more stupid. "Promise." There was a small nod, his arms folding over his chest, "Isn't that worth any points?"

Senka didn't even know what a Netflix was just a few weeks ago. She definitely had no idea that it was code for sex. Poor guy had been getting asked to Netflix and Chill a lot lately without any kind of fulfillment on the hidden meaning. He was probably frustrated sexually thanks to her unknowingly being a tease.

She didn't want to think about what might happen if Tsoo did have a problem with this relationship that Nix and Senka had began. She had an idea of how that would end and she really didn't want to focus on that.

"Oh-kay. Talk to she bot don't make it seem like Senka makin' yous. She is sush good person yous could bennyfeet from havin' she as frend an' on yous side. An' yous could be good for she too." She sighed softly and looked towards the door, wishing that Tsoo would just come home.

"Yous can bank yous points to redeem laters. For now v'we gotta behave. V'we can't be shelfish. Tsoo more important den sex stuffs. I's not sayin' she more important den yous. Yous bose matter so mush to Senka in different v'ways. I's jes v'wanna talk wis Tsoo before anysing else happen dat v'way yous v'will get best version of Senka an' I's v'won't be distrakt by all dis." She set her plate down and rest a hand on his side.

"Please keep bein' patient wis Senka?" The look she was giving him would be nearly impossible to say no to.

Phoenix hadn't been too disappointed, when someone like him worked a lot with people who had English as a second language, he didn't expect the modern sayings to translate well. Maybe that's why he had used them so much. The literal "Netflix and Chill" suited him just fine. He liked to watch his movies and tv shows and snack, and doing that with someone all day was fine.

"I won't say a word about you encouraging me. You're not making me." Arguing that was probably just a point of pride, and maybe also cause he did care about Tsuru enough that he didn't want it to seem that Senka was solely responsible for being worried or caring. He unfolded his arms to reach out for her, pulling her over to him, "Yeah, maybe she and I are good for each other. Never know with people."

"Are you sure you need to talk with her before anything else happens?" He was searching her face, that impossible to say no to face, with a smile. His head was also tilted to the side a few degrees, the way someone did so that kissing would come more easily, "Kissing isn't off the table, right?"

"I's knows yous guys are good or easho'der. I's likes yous bose so could yous not be? Beside, sink abouts it from she perspekteevs. You off gettin' to have fun an' she stuck tryin' to save de v'world. She v'was trapt v'when she dere bot she not free here eder. It must be so hard. Senka gets dat. Not to mention, she savin' a v'world dat it don' even sound like she love. She is so full of- - life, beauty, v'when she go back she gonna has to be good leetle Tsoo agin'. I's know yous 'sposed to do v'whatever yous do bot don' forget dat at end of day, she jest a girl. An' girls dream about sings an' she dreams is gonna be crushed or - I's imagine dat it feel dat v'way. Be gentle wis her. Let she v'wear de **** me dress Senka buy she. Let she live leetle bits." She combed her fingers through his hair just over the ridge of his ear.

"V'we can kiss bot maybe not v'right in here? Is so publeek. Yous company might see or v'what if Tsoo come back?" She leaned in and kissed him for being so agreeable.

"Come come. Less eats in yous v'room an' v'watch de movies."

"I assume that Tsuru doesn't think I'm saving myself for marriage. We kissed at the inn?" He supposed that he understood the point that she was making-- sure, the Inn was public, but it wasn't in someone else's home. Or maybe Senka was just being sensitive to the fact that Tsuru might be upset that they were dating, so it wasn't about it being a public display of affection so much as a display of affection in front of her. Since when did Tsuru become mom?

Nix wasn't going to argue about it, he didn't see the point in arguing it, really. If Senka was uncomfortable or hesitant, that was all that really mattered. Arguing that she shouldn't be wasn't going to change that or make it magically more comfortable. At least she offered some movie watching. He smiled and dropped his hands from around her, twisting to grab his plate, "Sounds good to me."

"I's don sink she sink dat Meester Frends wis all de bennyfeets." Her lips pursed, and she was giving him one of those looks that somehow only a woman could deliver with the proper amount of scathe and sass. "Yous people is like- like reserve. I's don' v'want to v'risk v'one of dems v'walkin' in." She still didn't quite understand who the guest was or if there was more than one and was worried they'd just walk in at any moment.

When he agreed, she stuck her tongue out at him and then smiled. "Takes plate? Senka v'will get drinks an' be v'right dere." She figured she could find glasses and drinks, most kitchens were pretty standard when it came to where people stored things.

"Friend with benefits? I'm Mr. Boyfriend now, right?" Sure, that's something about him that Tsuru had known early in their meeting, but he felt like he needed the title update. Phoenix was now, officially, boyfriend material. That made him legitimate, right?

"Yeah, I mean, people from the old country are reserved but like... not as much for me? Like for her they are and for the guards but merchants and whatever... I mean, so long as you weren't rude to a higher up, that was the important part." There were Sake houses and not everyone was perfectly disciplined all the time. That was, still, more his world than her own.

Nix definitely wasn't up to making the claim that they weren't reserved. But weren't his people wanting to get away from that, to establish more freedom and expression? He wondered sometimes if they were being respectful or preserving the old way. Well, Aiko could be a delicate situation. Just being alive could disturb him.

He moved, picking up her plate with the fork still stabbed in the food, "Yeah, I got it." He balanced her plate on the blade of his forearm so that he could grip the doorknob to his room and open it. He didn't shut it behind him but stepped in, setting the plates on the bed and then turning, pulling a cardboard box up as a makeshift table for their drinks to sit on.

"V'well dats v'wat yous v'was. Not to Senka doh." He had never been that to her. There had always been the idea of more and now, "Da. Yous is Boyfrend. Dat is sush v'weird v'word doh. Yous nots a boy." She wasn't entirely clear on what being a boyfriend or a girlfriend encompassed either, that might be something they'd have to talk about at some point. Or maybe define for themselves. Either way, she was smiling in a way that said she was pretty proud of calling him that, regardless of it being a weird word. "I's don' suppose jes sayin' "Dats mine" is v'right?" She pointed at him indicating him.

The conversation paused for a minute as she looked through cupboards to find two glasses and then went to the fridge to grab out drinks. She didn't drink much soda, typically it was tea or vodka for her. She went with what she was pretty sure was iced tea and filled each glass. She carried them into his room and then caught the door with her heel to close it, her bag forgotten for now in the kitchen.

"Senka v'will has to v'work on de not bein' rude part." She apparently did notice how she came off sometimes without really meaning to. She was a kind person with bad delivery, and she'd blame it on her problems with communicating. "Esept v'where Nix is concerned. I's like bein' mean to yous." Her teeth bit into bottom lip as she tried to stall her grin while setting the drinks down on to the cardboard table, and then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up her legs to sit criss-cross.

"Yeah, I guess boyfriend is kinda a weird word." He hadn't put that much thought into it, or why it was gender specific. Calling him her partner wasn't exactly right. Or companion. Lover sounded like something people said when they were trying too hard or read too many romance novels. Boyfriend was a weird word, but he guessed it was the best option he had.

"That's mine?" he grinned and shook his head, though he wouldn't put it past her to do that. She worked on the drinks and he was in his room.

"Eh, well," he was sitting at the edge of the bed, thumbing the remote to put on a new movie. So far, cartoons were pretty good. Senka liked to laugh, and you didn't have to pay too much attention to it. He just replayed the last one he had in there which was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Phoenix shrugged, "It's really easy to be rude back home ?cause... like certain things you don't normally think about are rude. Like, as a woman you're not supposed to be making a lot of eye contact with men. It's like... aggressive and intimate. So women tend to keep their eyes down on the floor." Then she mentioned liking being mean to him and he smirked, picking up their plates and setting his on his lap, "Yeah, well, so long as you kiss me afterward I like it, too."

Dat's mine would likely come out more often than boyfriend. Senka had a way with words, her own way, it didn't always go well but it worked for her and he seemed to get it.

She pulled her plate into her lap and poked around at her food, still not feeling all that hungry. She snorted when he spoke of women not making eye contact. It was aggressive and intimate, when given the right amount of weight. That's why she loved it. But, she understood. More often than not, many of the men she had been with preferred a good girl, a submissive, a woman who they could pretend was a thing and didn't have to make eye contact with or think of as a person. Maybe it was easier for them to use her that way. Maybe it was all power games. Being free meant that she made all the eye contact she wanted, and there was rarely a time that she struggled with it, no she enjoyed making it and maintaining it. Sometimes to the point of making others uncomfortable from how hard and cold her eyes could be. A power game indeed, and one that she didn't always realize she was playing or the way that she craved that sort of upper hand.

She broke apart a rangoon into several smaller pieces and then began to nibble. Her smile ghosted for a second when he spoke of her kissing him after being mean. She liked that as well. "An' eye contact? How's you feel about dat?" She looked up to him and made sure to find his eyes.

"I like it." He met her gaze, knowing that his actions would speak to her just then about what his feelings were on the matter. Phoenix kinda liked... those things about her, and maybe that was emasculating but he didn't really care. A guy who didn't even have a bed frame and spent his free time watching cartoons could have given two **** whether or not he was macho and impressed people.

"You're my bossypants so, yeah, I like it." Maybe that was his own rebellion. As the guy, he was supposed to be the aggressive one, the one that took care of everything and was the provider and all of that other crap. Maybe Senka asserting herself like she did was as much of a rebellion to the life she remembered as it was for him to just let her take the reins and steer. Whatever, she looked better than him when she did it, anyway.

She was looking at him, and since kissing wasn't off the menu he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers for a second, just long enough that maybe, just maybe, if she wanted to let it get more involved then it could be. His mouth wasn't going anywhere just yet.

Takara

Date: 2018-02-01 16:03 EST
Her stare was a little intense when his eyes met hers. Maybe she felt like a challenge had been issued or that she needed to test him, see if he was being honest. Whatever it was, her chin lifted a little in what seemed to be sort of an arrogant way, and she was just barely looking down into his eyes. It was something that happened from time to time, usually without really thinking. When he spoke, she blinked, and then- then she realized what she was doing and she flicked her eyes downwards to break the stare. He didn't deserve that from her, but she also didn't know how to not do it. Her cheeks took on a pink blush when she thought of how foolish she was, how proud and arrogant she must seem at times. His kiss was needed just then, something to soothe, something to distract.

She dipped her head forward to chase his mouth, and one hand carefully moved the plate aside as she began to uncurl towards him.

He was more than happy to help with all the guilt-kissing she needed to do to alleviate the feeling he had no idea was there. Mostly, he was wondering how a little black lace thing could be a more immediate concern than a later one. Maybe his lips could be that convincing, just as they were being right then. He could hear her put her plate aside and so he opened his eyes, breaking the kiss just long enough that he could do the same.

When his lips met hers again, this time one of his hands gently cradled the side of her face. There wasn't much of any sound coming from the main room and if there was, it was masked by the movie lighting up the room and filling the void with dialogue.

She could feel that things were turning hot and heavy quickly. She knew where this sort of kissing lead. She knew what he wanted, what even she wanted, and yet- for more reasons than Tsuru possibly coming home-she couldn't. She still couldn't. The black lace lingerie had been packed with the idea of maybe, but if she really listened to herself, she knew this wasn't it, it wasn't the right time. She was still scared. Even though they had talked about waiting a little bit and she knew he respected that, she still felt badly. She didn't know when she would be ready, just that she wasn't yet.

She pulled back from him quickly and gave him a shy smile. The flush to her cheeks had yet to disappear. She gulped in a breath and then blew it out.

"Bassroom? Senka jes need minute."

His thoughts were on taking off his socks. Maybe his shirt. Maybe even her shirt. The more involved their kissing became, the more he could feel her tongue and hear the pace of her breathing grow a little faster, the more he was thinking that all these clothes were just in the way. Whenever sex happened, it would happen. In the meantime? There was still a lot of fun to be h--"The bathroom?" He blinked, seeing her smile. He had restated her question, but it took a few moments for him to hear it. His mind was elsewhere.

"Oh, yeah, it's in the main room." The master bedroom was the one that had its own. Putting his hands on his knees, he pushed up to his feet and opened the door. She didn't really need an escort, but the people from the old country didn't need to be startled by her and fumbling to communicate. Their English wasn't as good as Tsuru's.

She shot up off of the bed, the plate threatened to fall but thankfully it did not. She darted from the room and to the kitchen to grab her bag and once she had it, went to the bathroom where he lead her. "Tanks." And then she shut the door practically in his face.

What she would do in there, she didn't know. Maybe get her head together? Have a good cry? Wash her face? Change into the other pajamas she had that were the kind to relay a message of what was - -- or was not --going to happen. For the moment, she just leaned against the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Somewhere during all that talking and staring and kissing, the front door had been opened. It opened soundlessly, because the opener had taken great pains to learn to do it soundlessly. It closed every bit as soundlessly. It was as though the person who came through it was hellbent on going undetected, a ghost in the night, a shadow.

There was a tiny set of black shoes by the door where there hadn't been any before, but that was the only clue that anything had changed, easily missed in the dark shadows of an empty room.

How long could one person hang out in a bathroom before it became suspicious? She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like an hour. In reality it had been far less time. She had went ahead and washed her face, brushed her teeth, and even changed into her cock-blocking pajamas. She still was internally freaking out about sex and her hang-up with it, even with as understanding as Nix was. And part of her was concerned that maybe she would just give in when they got carried away and then Tsuru would show up and - - - She didn't want to think about that.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and decided maybe it would be best if she went home. She had been in there long enough that Nix might be thinking something embarrassing like perhaps the Chinese food hadn't settled in her stomach very well. Or maybe that she was turned off by him or something equally as stupid. The coward in her had her creeping out of the bathroom and towards the door leading out. Could she really just ditch him? That didn't feel right either. The pair of black shoes, however, stopped her. "Tsoo?" said quietly.

Looking around, she was able to determine which room was Tsuru's based upon knowing which was Nix's and which was the one their guest was in. Quietly, she walked over to her friend's door and knocked lightly.

There was no answer, and no light under the door. It wasn't locked -- the knob would twist freely if it was tried. There wasn't anybody in there, though, unless they were hiding under the un-slept-in bed or maybe the closet. Maybe the shoes had always been there?

"Tsoo?" She whispered against the door. Maybe it was the wrong room? She had thought Nix had been in a different room the last time she was there, but now everyone was switched around and it was confusing. She went over to the other door and knocked there. She kind of hoped that she didn't come face to face with some General or other important guest, but if Tsoo was there, she wanted to see her.

He was hanging out in the doorway of his room, shoulder leaned against the threshold of the door as he waited. His right hand dug into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone to flip through some of the apps. He didn't hear Senka re-emerge or notice Tsuru's shoes by the door. He didn't hear her call for Tsuru at first because of the sounds coming from the TV he was close to.

The whisper-sound of her voice, though, caught his attention and he looked up at her, "Hey, over here," He shoved off the doorway, jamming his phone back into his back pocket. His smile fell a little when he noticed how Senka was dressed, but he didn't say anything. Message received.

There were benefits to being Senka Tihomir. Shadow Quiet. She could easily get around without being heard when she wanted to.

She startled when she heard Phoenix's voice, and she turned to look at him. Her big eyes looked so sad and her bottom lip, already full, looked even fuller and poutier. Her shoulders sagged as she trudged back towards him. "I's sot dat Tsoo v'was home. Senka v'want to see she." The excitement at having thought she was there with the reality of not finding her had feeling a little down. "She shoes is dere. V'why she not openin' door for Senka?" Almost four weeks she had last seen or really spoken to one of her best friends.

"You thought she was home?" He smiled for her in the most reassuring way that he could, hoping that she couldn't see the laugh behind it because she looked like a four year-old that was denied candy. At first he had thought she had just randomly hoped for Tsuru, but when she mentioned the shoes he looked over towards the door.

"Yeah, I guess those are hers. It's not just her anymore, you know." When she asked about why Tsuru wasn't answering he paused because, well, he didn't want to hurt Senka's feelings. He also didn't want to say something presumptuous like... Tsuru was mad at her for dating him. The nicest explanation he could think of was, "Well, Aiko's a really big handful and if he's awake, I think she's going to be busy with him. He's like... hardcore from the old country."

A slow crescendo of voices were coming from the main room. The knock had started it, a low hum in Japanese followed by a deeper, more gruff sound of confusion. More Japanese in a soft, fluid patter obviously intended to be soothing. Another gruff sounding noise, a man's voice hoarse from disuse.

Suddenly, a name. Takahashi.

Then, another voice. Female. Higher. More urgent. Insistent. Takara. The Japanese was rapid fire, punctuated with several 'no's. Phoenix would recognize Aiko's name. Even Senka might recognize the words 'little girl'.

Movement, noise. A sharp cry, still in Japanese. "I'm not her!"

More voices, louder now. People intervening, restraining. "Where's the medicine?" "Quickly!" All in Japanese.

The master bedroom door shuddered with sudden impact. It wasn't hard. It wasn't fatal. But something had definitely been hurled into it.

Someone.

It opened abruptly, and Takara spilled out of the room. Her hair was loose on her cheeks, at first obscuring and then framing the pattern of bruises that coiled around her left eye, hiding and then highlighting the red split in her lower lip that had doubled its size.

A glimpse of a man restraining another man, a woman slipping a needle into the restrained man's arm.

Takara slammed the door firmly behind her, leaned against it with a sigh, her shoulders slumped.

"Oh." She looked crestfallen as she leaned into him in that way that made her seem smaller, like she was seeking comfort from him. Her head had begun to rest against his shoulder when she heard noise and lifted it again.

She didn't see much other than Tsuru spilling out and then the way she looked when she tried to recover herself.

"Is dat how dey treats v'women in old country?" She asked Nix with a glare like he had been the one to throw out Tsuru. She broke away from him and darted to her friend's side. "Dis not old country. Who do dat? Senka kick dey ass an' teash dem lessin." This all to Tsuru ready to defend her. Tsuru would likely notice the way Senka's eyes seemed to be glowing.

Takara lifted her head. In the moment it took to collect herself, she hadn't yet realized that there had been an audience to this little altercation.

Well. That's just... perfect.

She sighed. "No, Senka. It's not... he is ill. He was startled awake, and when he's startled he does not remember where he is or how much time has passed. He thinks I am my mother." She lifted her chin, squaring her shoulders. "I am fine."

"I told you," Phoenix recalled, biting his bottom lip and then shrugging. He would have used more colorful language except that he knew that Aiko mattered to Tsuru. Heck, he mattered to everybody. Being dismissive of him was like saying POWs were just too much of a hassle and should be ignored. Which was, as he thought about it, exactly what was going on. Aiko was a POW, and everyone felt that to abandon him was a disservice. He had given everything, he had given up himself. It seemed a small price to pay to have a few bruises.

Phoenix cleared his throat, opting to be direct for the girls. "Senka... and me, have been worried about you. I know you're busy and that he's a handful, but you've basically disappeared and we just... want to know you're okay."

Senka had spent far too much time lately saying that she was "fine." And she wasn't buying it when Tsuru said it either. One hand reached over her own shoulder to scratch at her back and she worked on trying to dull the sudden flood of emotion. Tsuru didn't know yet and she didn't want tonight to be about her, what she was dealing with, but whatever was truly going on with Tsu.

One hand motioned at Nix to agree with him and then dropped.

"I's been v'wantin to see yous."

Takara

Date: 2018-02-01 16:23 EST
The gaze Takara lifted to Phoenix was blank, expressionless. She glanced aside at Senka, and surmised instantly that the sentiment, which rang awkward and false from him, had been her doing. Her expression softened fractionally as it lingered on the woman's face, but she said nothing for a time. Her chest lifted in a deep, slow breath taken in, then fell again as she let it out. "Things are difficult," she said quietly. She may have continued, offered further explanation, but she noticed, then, Senka's attire. Her dark eyes slid back to Phoenix, noting the button down shirt he hadn't even donned for General Tsu. It only took her a second more to put the pieces together. "I have interrupted your evening. I apologize." She made to move around Senka on her way to the kitchen.

"No no no. Senka been v'waitin' for Tsoo all night. Ass-k Nix, I's been v'worried and v'waitin'." Senka stalked after her smaller friend.

"I's bring de food from China Star an' is good. Dere is enuss for Tsoo too. An' an' uhm Nix v'will gets some sugar an' treats an' Senka an' Tsoo can haz dey girl time." She flashed the sweetest smile at Nix when she voluntold him.

"Please? Yous jest not show v'when v'we had plans. Can't Senka see yous?"

"She's been worried and waiting," he affirmed and then nodded. As Senka went in the wake of Tsuru's steps, so too did he follow. Tsuru was sounding less like her freedom-realizing self and more like the manual on how to be a proper Japanese woman. She apologized even when it wasn't her fault. She was more demure than he had seen her in a long time. This wasn?t the same woman awarded a ****-me dress, or whatever they had called it.

His hopes of sex had been dashed with the pajama fashion show. Somehow he smiled at the prospect of being dismissed to "fetch treats" while they dished. Okay, there was a smile. At least Senka knew she'd be putting him out. He nodded, "Yeah, totally. Plus, I think we're running low on eggs and fish and it's probably good if I go ahead and just get those for tomorrow morning."

She hadn't become demure. She'd become unerringly polite. She moved about the kitchen without looking at either of them as she pulled the kettle from the stove, rinsed it quickly and then filled it with water. She glanced over at Senka when Phoenix confirmed that she'd come to wait for Takara. In her pajamas? That seemed extremely unlikely.

"I am not hungry. You needn't go out of your way on my account, either of you."

"Is not out of v'way, de food is v'right here." She pointed out the cartons.

"Dere is dem crabby goons for yous. Deys make everybody happy." Didn't they? Senka couldn't imagine what kind of monster didn't like them. Crab rangoons were crunchy, creamy pieces of heaven. And Senka didn't really even like cheese all that much!

She huffed, frustrated that Tsoo barely would look at her.

"Takara Tsoo! V'would yous jest stop for minets an' come wis Senka? Please? Les go to yous v'room."

"I'm gonna just... go... get those... treats we were talking about," a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder. He backpedaled and smiled to them both, certain that at this point they were barely even noticing him. Tsuru and Senka were gonna hash it out and he was hoping to be as far from that atomic blast as possible. Maybe the moon.

Takara's primary diet contained neither fried things nor cheese. While she wasn't entirely sure what a 'crabby goon' was, neither did she ask, but it was safe to say that food item in particular likely would have been extremely hard on her stomach, bad news given the stress she was under.

Perhaps Takara was just that kind of monster.

Putting the kettle back on the stove, she twisted the corresponding dial to 'high'. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep breath, trying to tap the deep pool of calm she'd been raised to cultivate in the center of her being despite her jangled nerves.

When she turned, her dark gaze lifted to meet Senka's, placid and still. Tsuru glanced at Phoenix briefly as he backpedaled out of the room, and that, at least, was behavior that was a good bit more like the man she knew than the supposed concern he'd attempted to present earlier. A humorless smile touched her lips but she said nothing, shifting her focus back to Senka.

"Why do you say it like that?" She asked, folding her arms loosely over her midsection as she waited for the water to boil. She meant the usage of both names -- her given name and the truncated nickname that Senka had made of her title. "I'm right here, and he's leaving again, anyway."

Because Phoenix was always leaving, wasn't he?

"Senka say'd like dat because usin' two names is like for bein' seriess. Dats v'wat moms do I's sink. An' dis is like seriess. Yous usually v'will sits an' talk an' lass wis Senka bot yous jest like buzzin' av'round like yous don' v'want to talk. Did Senka do sumsing? Is yous upset or dis-" she motioned at her friend. "Dis all because yous jest got so mush on yous shoulders?"

She had, of course, never encountered this business of 'two names make it serious' before, and Takara found herself wondering idly whether it was a widespread thing. She licked the split in her lip with a quick swipe of her tongue to see whether this latest impact had re-opened the wound, thoughtful.

Had Senka done something? Not really. Nothing she hadn't been encouraged to do, in any case. She was motionless, her black eyes impenetrable, and she did not speak again until Phoenix had left the kitchen entirely. "I have a responsibility to my people to be focused on them. I have given my life to them. It is... much more terrible there than I realized, and it feels wrong to even be here, much less indulge in things that are fun. Any time I don't spend working on helping my people is time that I spend letting them down."

"V'wat is dat price? It seem aw'vful espensive. Yous save yous people at risk of yous own life? Tsoo, yous need to live too. Is not like v'we spent dat mush time jest bein' silly. Yous gots to has time to like- jes cheel. To stay sane or yous gonna go craysee. Yous is v'one person an' Senka know dat dis is real beeg sing yous dealin' wis bot yous can't do it by youself an' yous certainly can't do it if yous fallin' apart." She inched closer to her friend.

"Yous gonna go back v'one day after yous save yous people an' yous gonna v'wish yous had v'really lived v'when yous had de chance. I's seen how mush yous love life an' how mush yous love v'wat dis v'world offers. V'once yous leave it, don't yous sink yous gonna v'wish dat yous had done more? Seen more? Esperience more? Senka jest don' v'want yous to have no regrets an' I's v'wanna make memories wis yous before v'we have to say bye-bye. One day us memories is all v'we gonna have an' dis standin' here an' be grompy is not v'wat I's v'wanna remember. Please?"

She listened, her gaze focused somewhere just beyond her fingers, which were folded together at mid chest height. Were she Christian, it might have looked like her head was bowed in prayer.

When the other woman was finished, Tsuru lifted her head, her shoulders following suit. "That's just the issue though, Senka. I don't live here. This," she gestured the room, meaning Rhy'Din, "is not my life. The more I do things here that I cannot at home, the more that home will feel terrible and wrong." She gestured again, this time in the direction that Phoenix had gone. "He isn't even one of us anymore, not really. I don't begrudge him that, but I cannot follow his way."

"V'why yous can't come back den? After everysing is all better. V'why yous must stay in a v'world dat is jest - jest too small for yous. Yous have all dis life an' beauty an' v'wat happens v'when yous go back? Yous gots to be good leetle Tsoo agin? Vwearin jest dose pants an' no laffin'? No playin' in de rain? No dancin' v'round de fire? I's know dat v'was yous life an' I's don' mean to craps on it bot yous know new sings now. V'why yous can't do v'wat is espekted an' den say Yoh, peace outs, time for Tsoo to be happy?" Senka was pouting at her friend and much closer now, invading her space. "V'women like us v'wasn't meant to live under de sumb of some mans." She wiggled her thumb at Tsu.

Phoenix was... well, observing the conversation as it happened. He didn't have a whole lot to say in terms of where a woman should be and what she should say. The two of them were forging that.

The woman called Tsuru held her hands out, helplessly. A quick glance aside showed her that Phoenix hadn't left the room entirely after all, so she didn't say what she'd been going to say next. "It seems very unlikely," is what she said instead, "that I will come back, or even be here for very much longer once he's better." The 'he' in question was Aiko, of course.

"V'wat?!" Disappointment was written all over her face. "Bot- bot-" she had nothing.

"V'well yous can't jest cut Senka out. I's v'won't stand for dat. Beside, Senka can maybe helps. I's got sings to tell yous. Esciting sings!"

The tea kettle issued its piercing note behind Takara, and that gave her the excuse she needed to turn away for a moment. Squeezing her eyes closed, she pulled the kettle off the stove to silence it, then stood on the very tips of her toes, one hand stretched as far as it would go over her head, to reach for a clean mug on the shelf. Her fingertips brushed it once without connecting, and she rocked back onto her heels and then jumped so that she could hook them in the lip of the cup and unbalance it, catching it in her outstretched hands as she landed.

Transferring it to the countertop, she reached for a glass jar of green powder, then pulled open a drawer to retrieve a wooden spoon and whisk.

It wasn't a full tea ceremony of course, she'd modified the ritual to suit Rhy'Din. It calmed her down considerably better than the tea bags that were conventional here could.

Her hands worked methodically, and already her breath came more easily in her chest. "Exciting things?" She echoed the phrase as a question, too weary to fight about it anymore right now, hoping against everything she held dear that 'exciting things' weren't about Phoenix.

"Escitin' mhm. An' scary an' painfool an' freakin' Senka out bot escitin'. Maybe." She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment as Tsu made her tea.

"Sings wis de shadows is changin' an' Senka is gettin' all dis control wis dem an' uhm v'well, I's might be a bird or sumsing." She still had no real facts, and had no idea what she was, although there were possibilities. She didn't know what powers if any she would have when all was said and done.

"An' an' v'we could have like girl talk if dat is sumsing yous v'wanna do. Unless is too v'weird? Is it too v'weird? Senka an' Nix?"

Takara blinked. This was a lot of strange information to take on at once. Shadows and birds and... what? She looked up from the swirling green surface of her tea, though her wrist maintained the rhythmic stirring motion. "I did not understand any of that." Her brain was full of a million important things - Aiko's illness, the seizures she'd learned about from Mist, what she should do to avoid him when they happened, war, Yuki, Aiko, expectations, oni, strategy, the plot with making the elf look like a Kami, the priest who would be coming here to facilitate the ruse.... Shadows one could control, people who became birds and whatever a nix was did not fit anywhere among them.

"Oh." She was reaching over her shoulder again, scratching harshly at her shoulder. Her nails tore at skin that had already been broken several times, and the scabs had barely begun to form. Red dots began to seep through the cotton of her pajama t-shirt.

"V'well, de shadows. I's can use dem, control dem. I's got mush to practice bot, maybe dey could help? Senka can hide she self an oders in dem. An' I's can like srow dem at people like cloud of dark an' blind dem an' steal dey senses. I's v'was jest sinkin' dat maybe Senka could helps in some v'way." She hissed softly when she hit a particularly tender spot over her shoulder.

Forcing herself to regroup and pay attention, she set the whisk aside after she'd tapped it on the side of the cup three times -- specifically three-- and lifted it off the counter. Taking it in both hands, she rotated the steaming mug three turns to the right and then three turns to the left before she lifted it to her lips to taste it. Black lashes lowered as she swallowed.

"Alright," she said when Senka had finished her explanation. It didn't make a lot of sense, but as with many things in Rhy'Din, she just accepted it and moved on. "And the...bird thing?"

"Don know mush about dat yet. Jest dat v'weird sings is happening' an' an' I's growv'in v'wings." She was fairly certain that sounded insane. "Or sumsing. V'which puts leetle bit of v'rain cloud on sings v'wis Senka an' Nix because who v'wants to be wis a bird?" She crossed her arms in an effort to stop scratching.

"An' Senka eyes do dis like glow sing." None of this sounded as exciting as she had thought it would. Nor like it was of any use.

Takara

Date: 2018-02-01 17:05 EST
Her brows furrowed as Tsuru struggled valiantly to follow the train of thought at hand. The way they lowered made her left eye hurt, and she smoothed her expression out on purpose once more.

"I... don't know what a nix is or why there are rainclouds on it, but..." She shrugged. "This place has giant red men and dragons and little people black as night and ...elves and ...all manner of unusual things. A bird person doesn't sound all that strange in context."

"Nix- Nix." She looked around, unsure of where he was lingering. "Fee-nicks." She said to Tsoo. That should make things clearer.

"An' I's don' know how mush bird Senka v'will be. Who v'would v'want to be wis v'woman dat is all feddery?" Her nose wrinkled up and she was fighting to keep her hands pinned beneath her arms so she wouldn't scratch.

"So, is yous bein' - bein' like yous is jest because yous pullin' av'way? 'Cause of all de sings yous got on yous shoulders? Is jest de v'war sings is too mush or is yous not happy wis Senka?"

Confusion was still evident in her expression until at last she put it together. "Oh, you mean Phoenix?" guessed Takara. Because she translated from the Japanese, she didn't entirely understand the concept of syllables. Each 'syllable' was a word or thought or image for her -- Tsu was as valid a word as Tsuru, but 'Nix' didn't mean anything. It sounded strange to her, and wrong, a little bit like an insult.

Surmising that she was right by the way Senka seemed to be looking around for him, the girl squeezed her eyes closed, and then rubbed at her left temple to ease the pain that wrought across her cheekbone. She did not want to think about Phoenix wanting anyone, much less the girl who had been her only friend. Not that she wanted it to stop, necessarily, she just didn't want to think about it or hear about it. Or see it.

She opened her eyes, though, swallowing. "...That's right. You're on a ...date." The pajamas made that clear. "Shouldn't you go do that instead of standing here?"

"No no dis not date. Dis is jest Senka cheelin' an' v'waitin for yous to come an' dere v'was leetle perk of hangin' outs an' eating' food wis Nix v'while v'waitin'. Yous stay out so late, didn't know v'when you'd be back." Senka was looking sadder with the passing of each second however. She didn't understand how Tsu could be so dismissive. So- cold. It was so different from the warm and vibrant young woman she had befriended.

"If yous don' v'wanna see Senka, I's- I's can go." She was looking around again, this time for her bag that she had dropped some time between leaving the bathroom and ending up in the kitchen.

He wasn't far off when the mention of his name caused him to raise his hand like a kid does in class. He was further off from them, the conversation hadn't needed him much and he was honestly unsure if being there made things better or worse.

As to the feathers and being with someone, he frowned a bit because it seemed like he was splitting hairs over an aesthetic and not being anatomically incompatible.

What he did know was that Tsuru remained distant, even with Senka's heartfelt pleas. She'd done what she needed to do, though. She had told Tsuru what was on her mind, even tried to offer some help, even though she had just barely come to understanding what that help might come to be.

"I..." The woman called Tsuru trailed off with a sigh. Whatever defense she'd been on the verge of offering died on her lips as she fell silent once more. Feeling frustrated and helpless, the hard obsidian veneer in her eyes cracked, revealing an inch of the deep, churning turmoil of a mind at war.

"Senka -- no. I...your feelings are hurt. I'm sorry. That's not my -- I would never do that on purpose. I'm being a terrible friend and I know it, I-- I have never really had a friend before and there's so ...so much at stake. I feel guilty no matter what I do, and I'm just..." she gestured helplessly with her hands, inadvertently sloshing tea from her cup. "I'm trying."

A meager shrug was offered, it probably wasn't all that soothing, but she didn't know what to say. She knew Tsu was stressed and dealing with so much, she didn't want to downplay that but she did want to be there for her in any way she could.

"Senka not have mush prakteese wis frends eder." She jumped back some when the tea sloshed and then moved to find a towel. "Senka clean." She retrieved a towel and knelt down to wipe the floor. While she wiped, she looked upwards. "I's know. Senka not mad wis Tsoo. I's sink v'we is all jest doin' de best dat v'we can. I's jest v'wanna be included, be dere for yous in any v'way." She rose up.

"V'we can has girl time anoder night if dat is best for yous bot yous must promise Senka to have it. V'we need dat or v'we gonna loose our minds."

"Oh, sorry, you don't have to---" Her cheeks colored when Senka dropped to her knees to clean up the mess. Seeing that it was useless to protest and too late to stop her, the girl gave a sheepish smile. "Th-thank you," she stammered, blushing.

"We can have girl time... some time," she conceded. "I really don't want to get in the way of you having fun, though." This last was a concession to Phoenix.

Senka wouldn't have stopped anyway, there really was no use in protesting. The towel was folded in half but laid on the counter when she became uncertain if they would want to continue using it or wash it.

Her face lit up when Tsu agreed to girl time, but was falling seconds later when the condition of "some time" was added. Her eyes trailed to Phoenix and she gave him a curious look.

Fun. Fun could mean many things. Was watching cartoon movies and eating fun? She supposed it was but was not likely to be the fun most people thought of when they spoke of new couples.

"Oh v'we not havin' fun yet. Senka not v'ready for dat." Sex. Clearly she thought fun in this instance was code. It didn't occur to her that Tsu might not have meant that. "An yous not in any v'way. Dis yous home, Senka is gest here so if any v'one is in v'way, it is Senka." She hated to protest further or push her way into spending time with her friend, but she wanted to make it clear that Tsu was in no way a problem. Senka was giving Takara the most genuine look again, pleading eyes paired with a soft smile.

Phoenix felt like a point of leverage in the conversation, though he wasn't sure why. He felt he had done nothing and yet their eyes were on him and the moment was being measured. The intentions of everyone seemed monumental and judged.

Senka then gave Tsuru a bit more detail than necessary, which caused him to clear his throat. Phoenix could tell that Tsuru was uncomfortable, well, that everyone was uncomfortable. This wasn't the sort of situation he was used to, or had ever happened before. There was a nod towards the door of his room, "How about me and Senka get out of your hair for the night," he didn't want to say anything about the bruises on her face, or the fact she looked tired, "And you two... promise to set a date?" Part of the problem was that the intention, from one to the other, all seemed so very unclear.

In the space between Senka's explanation and Phoenix's suggestion, the young woman called Tsuru just...stared. Not ready for...fun? She'd thought at first, confused. Isn't dating was supposed to be...Oh. Oh.

As comprehension came to her, Takara kept her expression carefully neutral, though her black eyes had widened considerably. It was an act of sheer heroics that kept the stain of a blush off her cheeks.

Mute with shock, her gaze shifted from Senka to Phoenix as the other spoke up. He, at least, seemed to have a handle on what he wanted--to spend time with Senka, without her present. There was a small measure of relief in knowing that she hadn't read the situation that far wrong, at least. Clearing her throat, her head bobbed in a nod. "I should get back, anyway. It seems calmer in there, now." In there, of course, meant in the main bedroom, with Aiko.

Phoenix made his suggestion and Tsu hadn't really agreed, but Senka was doing her best to find a happy medium. Perhaps she could press Tsu for more talking another time. If Tsu didn't end up skipping out on her again.

"Ano'der time den," she replied agreeably.

"Bot if yous don show up, Senka v'will find yous." She tried to look vaguely menacing, but had such a soft spot for Tsu that it really didn't look that way.

"Soon." She didn't invade Takara's space any further and instead turned away to go find Phoenix's room again.

The two of them went, then, to his room. Takara had to tend to the Lion, and he had to put the movie on replay. The evening had been somewhat of an icebreaker, though to say it was awkward was an understatement.

Something in the wind said the world was still changing.

((written with Senka and Back Alley Phoenix))