1x1 Choco & S o l a c e

[t i r e d.]

"Cucumbers, please. I've never had capsicum." Her head disappeared into the fridge as she glanced around for a familiar green sauce. "Ah." she said, pulling out a jar of pesto. She had eaten it at everything back at her mom's house. Her grip tightened on the jar for a second, and she stood in front of the fridge, her eyes glazed and not seeing as she remembered the fight she'd had with her mom before she'd left for that party. She shook the thoughts away, but couldn't fake a smile, so her mouth drew itself into a tight line, like a scolding librarian. She set the pesto on the countertop with a thud and glared at it, her fingers still around it. For a moment it seemed as if she had forgotten how to let go, but she released it with another pointed glare at the offending jar before turning and opening drawers. "Where's the silverware?" A growl was almost audible in her voice, and her cheeks were heated.

[Choco]

Kerith frowned at the tone of her voice and looked over at her, wondering why her mood had suddenly changed. He walked over to her and gently put his hand on the small of her back, leading her towards a chair. "Perhaps you should sit down until you feel better." He told her softly, before he moved away from her and opened a drawer, taking out a fork and a spoon, just in case she needed the fork. He didn't take out a knife for two reasons, he didn't want her to cut herself, and she didn't need it. He put them down on the counter top by the chair he had led her to, taking out the pasta once it had finished it's time in the microwave. He put the plate near the cutlery and moved the jar towards that too. Once he had taken out a cucumber, washed it and carefully cut it into small slices, he put that on a smaller plate and put that next to the plate.
"Why don't you tell me why you're upset?" He asked, leaning against the counter as he watched her. He was rather curious, actually.

[t i r e d.]

The second he asked, Leita's face went blank. She'd been too focused on memories to have kept him from leading her to the chair, but she was back in control now. "My mom and I had a fight before the party. That's all." She grabbed a fork and speared a piece of pasta so that the fork shrieked against the plate. She winced, and set the fork down on the edge of the plate. She exhaled deeply, but continued to stare at the plate for a second before grabbing the jar of pesto and pouring some over the noodles. After mixing the sauce in, she set her fork down again and looked at Kerith, her eyes wide. "I didn't do it, you know." She blinked once, and a single tear ran over before she scooted her chair back and stood. She walked slowly back to her new room and sat on the mattress, pulling her knees to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, trying her hardest to turn into a little ball. She was done with crying, but her eyes didn't realize that, so quiet tears ran down her face until she wiped them away angrily.

[Choco]

Kerith was confused by her last sentence, and he sighed softly when she ran off. He slowly followed after her, noticing that she hadn't eaten. Oh well. He'd make her eat it later. He sighed as he entered her room, walking over so he was behind her. "Why are you crying?" He asked, frowning faintly. He would never understand humans, much less girls. Didn't she needed something to cry about? "There isn't any point crying over your memories, you know. It's not like that'll change them." He pointed out, tilting his head a little. "What was the fight about? Your stepfather?" He guessed, crossing his arms as he watched her. "Your dead father?" He then asked, raising his eyebrows and looking down at her. "Or was it about that poor jar of pesto sauce?"

[t i r e d.]

Leita shook her head. "I need to cry sometimes. Don't you?" She looked down at her bare knees, tilting her head so that her dark curtain of hair covered her moisture streaked face. She hated being an open book, she preferred being the reader, so his turn was over. "I'll be alright. I'll eat later." She had to tilt her head back then, because her dark skirt and black hair combined to make a shadowy little room for her when she sat like that. "How long until night time? Do you sleep?" The first one she needed an answer two, the second she was just curious about, and it couldn't hurt to draw attention away from her breakdown. The sun that made it in through the curtain seemed to be fading, but there really was no way to be sure, she hadn't paid that much attention to it earlier.

[Choco]

"I haven't cried for around 100 years." It was true. He had stopped crying after his first year of being turned, mostly because he found out it made no difference, and secondly, because it was hard to cry. "No, I don't sleep. However, I would suggest you going to sleep in three hours, as it is six o'clock and humans usually go to sleep around that time." Kerith said with a shrug, looking over at the window. He then looked back at Leita, wondering why she had been crying. "I think you should eat in an hour or so, or even now. You might feel better once you eat sometime. The girls usually felt better after they ate food. They tended to stop crying."

[t i r e d.]

"I stay up late. I can't sleep when it's dark." She murmured. It had been that way for years. A learned behavior, according to psychologists, but she'd tried to fix it, really tried. "And I really can't eat right now. I'll eat tomorrow." she rubbed her hands together, noting that they were beginning to feel chilled, while her torso felt like it was burning up. When he mentioned the other girls though, her attention was focused completely on him. "Right. The other girls." For some reason, she'd forgotten for a moment that she wasn't the only one, wasn't special. She was just blood in a weak little package. She stood and crossed her arms so that her hands were tucked under her upper arm. Her eyes inspected the floor boards. "What do you do at night?" Stupid, she thought. Clingy. But she wouldn't be able to sleep, and neither would he. And he was probably full, so if she tripped from exhaustion or something, he couldn't be too tempted.

[Choco]

The question caught him off guard. He paused for a moment before he answered, "I used to sit outside and watch the stars. Now I just do whatever needs to be done, I guess. If I have spare time, I draw, but that isn't very often." He sighed softly, going and sitting down on a chair that was in her room. "How about I turn on the light and you try to get to sleep? Then when you fall asleep, I'll turn the light back off. How does that sound to you?" He asked, trying to distract her from asking more questions about his life. None of the other girls had ever asked, since they were too wrapped up in their own troubles to ask. He realised that he probably shouldn't have mentioned the other girls around her, because humans were jealous creatures, and she might get jealous of the dead girls.

[t i r e d.]

{Thank god for laptops, my power just went out. I hate the dark D:}

Leita shook her head. He was trying to help it seemed, and she appreciated that, but there was nothing he could do that would get her to sleep to night. She was already on edge and the sun hadn't even fallen yet, really. Her eyes still roamed the wooden slats, but her eyebrows furrowed. "Could I.. could I follow you tonight? Just tonight. Just once." She finally looked up, but he was so much taller than she that she looked back at the ground, her head hanging. "Please?" She would be alright even if he said no. She still wouldn't go to sleep, but she could sneak- or try to sneak- outside or somewhere else in the building and explore. He probably hadn't expected such a hassle when he picked her off the street. No meat, no darkness, crying and asking personal questions. What a bother she must be. She would have laughed in the room hadn't seemed shades darker than it had moments ago.

[Choco]

[Aww!]

Kerith was surprised by the question, although he couldn't see why not. "Well.. Sure. I don't see why not. Alright. Just tonight. Tomorrow night, you'll sleep. Is it a deal?" He asked, waatching her for an answer. He slowly stood up once more, looking over at her. "You should put on some shoes and a jumper." He told her, not wanting her to freeze to death outside. He bit his lip lightly, thinking about whether it was the right decision. "And you aren't allowed to run off either." He added, having forgotten that. He quietly left the room to go downstairs, deciding to leave her to get changed before she would join him. He waited by the front door, leaning against it casually. He was also stopping her from exiting in case she tried to make a run for it.