.: 1x1 with .:Blackbelt:. && Theodore Adams :.

[TrebleMaker]

.: | :. Kelsey .: | :.

Leaning back against the stairs she sat with her elbows propped up on either side of her. "Your welcome," Kelsey told him, the traces of her smile slowly fading from her face. She felt tired- confused, and even a bit fearful. It was confusing her to no end about Saul, was he being friendly or simply being kind to get her to feel safe around him? One of her hands lifted off the stair and untucked the hair behind her ear. Letting the red locks spill into her eyes Kelsey softly sighed and plastered a smile again on her face.

[Theodore Adams]

.: Saul :.

Just watching Kelsey look happy made me feel a bit better. Honestly, I was certain that happiness was contagious, especially from lovely young ladies. I couldn't help but return a soft smile when I saw her grin.
But what else was there to do around here? I spent all of my time in the shop or on the computer, and Kelsey wouldn't be entertained by that for long. It was hard to stay sane without anyone to talk to. Perhaps I needed to find some way for her to talk with her friends?
"Um... So, what would you like to do now?" I asked her. "I've got some books. A few puzzles that have never been opened. I can't really think of anything."

[TrebleMaker]

☁ | Kelsey | ☁

She blinked. What was there to do now? Turning her head to gaze up at the ceiling she shrugged. "You sait it was....Lunch time, right? Something around there?" Bridge waved her hand in the air in front of her, as if trying to come up with the exactly what he said. "I think that I might take you up on that offer of food." She softly lifted her eyes to look over at him, wondering if he'd still make food for her. Really she was fine with making it herself, she just had no clue where things were at in his kitchen. Moving so her back was on the step, Kelsey crossed her legs on the wall and switched her gaze back over to Saul. It was an awkward position, but she was use to being in awkward positions of the like.

[Theodore Adams]

.: Saul :.

I watched Kelsey with a furrowed brow as she climbed into a strange position on the stairs. She was lying on them with her feet up in the air. I opened my mouth to comment on how that probably wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but decided against it.
"Yes, I can make lunch," I said. I was anxious to find conversation, and a reason to step out of the room to think would be wonderful. I could sense that I was doing something wrong. I just hadn't figured it out yet. "What would you like? I can make sandwiches, or soup, or something else. Pretty much anything else, within reason."

[TrebleMaker]

[ - sorry for not getting a reply up. I've had grandparents come into town for graduation and not had muxh time to post. I will get a reply up tomorrow sometime since I do not have violin lessons. - ]

[TrebleMaker]

☁ | Kelsey | ☁

Watching him with amusement, Kelsey tried not to grin when he opened his mouth as if to speak. After he spoke she lifted one shouler in a shrug, indifferent about the decision. "I am absolutely fine with anything." She piped up happily from her perch on the steps. Her hair was falling into her face and hanging own on the sairs, looking like a red river was cascading down his stairs. Gently she lifted a hand to rub a small strand that had fallen along her shoulder. Her eyes moved from Saul to the little lock before she glanced away again with a look on her face that didn't spell out 'happy girl'. Rubbing the strand between her fingers Kelsey gazed up the steps, her mind wandering for a moment.

{ - Edit; Happy early Birthday! (; - }

[Theodore Adams]

.: Saul :.

Kelsey just looked too pretty, lying there on the stairs. I had to turn away quickly and make my way to the kitchen, or else I wouldn't have been able to concentrate. It was that difficult. She was that pretty.
"Okay, how about grilled cheese?" I asked her meekly. I didn't want to seem like I couldn't cook, because I could most definitely cook. "Unless something else sounds better. I could make pasta salad. I'm sure that's yummy."

[TrebleMaker]

☁ | Kelsey | ☁

Snapping her eyes back over to him, she bit her lip while shrugging again. "Really, whatever you want to make. I have no allergies, so feel free to make whatever." Her voice slightly strained the last word for emphasis, she really did not care what he made. He could make pasta, grilled cheese, or an eight coarse meal and she would be content with anything. Though the later might be a little much... Kelsey gathered her hair in on hand and brushed it over her right shoulder, the one closest to the room.

[Theodore Adams]

.: Saul :.

I was beginning to wonder if Kelsey was being so compliant for a reason. Was she giving me the option to make anything because she didn't want to assign me to some horrid amount of work? Was she worried that I would get angry?
Of course she was worried. It was human nature to be worried.
I slowly brought out all of the things I would need for a salad. That was fast and easy, and most everyone liked it. I certainly hoped Kelsey would. The whole time, chopping up the lettuce and throwing different toppings on the counter for Kelsey to choose from, I couldn't understand why so many people liked to eat it. I'd tried it, and it was disgusting. I supposed it was different for humans.
"Do you like salad?" I asked Kelsey finally. There was no point in making something she wouldn't eat.

[TrebleMaker]

. : | : . Kelsey . : | : .

She curiously watched him from her perch on the steps. As he got out lettuce and other toppers, Kelsey just bit her lip and watched him. Her eyes watched the muscles along his back and arms work as he moved the knife neatly over the lettuce. With each swift cut she was growing more and more interested in what was on his mind. Apparently having bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed, she was only aware of it when she tasted the metalic flavor barely drip into her mouth. Running her tongue along the now bleeding area, Kelsey moved out of her odd position on the steps. She sat up straight and tugged herself up to her feet. "Yeah, I told you, I'm good with anything. Just not fish..." Her voice trailed off at the end as if she was remembering something dislikable. Blinking away the memory she strode to him with her hands jammed deep in her pockets. Once walking across the room she leaned sideways on the counter, her hip planted against the lip of it.