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Post by Sigrid Tendo on May 5, 2020 0:50:27 GMT
Her expression was serious and a little thoughtful, eyes unwavering. At first she hadn’t realized she was holding her breath. As her pursed lips parted, allowing air to hiss in and out between her clenched teeth, Sigga allowed her posture to relax. It had yet to occur to the girl that her over-analysis of the situation had kept her mind so busy she had neglected to say something, anything, after lying about what was really around her ankle. She had spent much of her life observing others, learning how to deceive them, manipulate them, understand why they did the things they did. Some people were easier to read than others. Some had spent as much of their life lying as she had, making their motives difficult to ascertain. Her lack of giving the other student any verbal acknowledgements allowed her the opportunity to watch him closely as he tripped and stumbled over his own words. She didn’t know what he wanted from her; didn’t know what he was thinking. And yet… there was something genuine in the way he spoke. Though, maybe it was all in her head. Maybe the empathy she was seeing was her own addled brain projecting what she wanted to see, rather than what was actually in front of her. If you spent most of your life keeping others at bay, whether physically or by keeping all your hopes and thoughts to yourself, you’d eventually forget how to just… be. Sigga’s mind shifted back into sixth gear. The blonde had ended his flustered speech with an apology as awkward as the rest of the one-sided conversation had been. It was time to act. The girl took a step towards the boy- then stopped, hesitating. She had just been about to put on another façade. The plan had been to offer a bare hand to shake and perform a proper introduction. On the surface it would serve to break the ice and provide the first stepping stone for a future friendship. Secretly, if somehow things spiraled with him trying to blackmail her about her ankle monitor she could reveal the true nature of her quirk and counter with having read his thoughts and inform him she was now privy to one of his darkest secrets. This would, of course, have been a bluff. On the off chance that this contingency proved unnecessary, and upon his discovery of her Quirk after a friendship had blossomed between the two, she could say, with honesty, that she did not read his mind. She could even feign offence at him having suggested such a thing, putting the blonde in social debt to her for his transgression. The girl made a sudden, very audible growl. Instead of saying or doing anything, she had stopped in her tracks and was for some reason looking even more flustered than him. Her brow was furrowed, eyes burning a hole through the floor next to her, and cheeks turning a hideous vermilion. “D-don’t worry about it.” she finally managed to stutter. How had that absolutely pathetic speech of his put her so on the defensive?! Eventually she managed to raise her peepers back up, though any awareness the bald fish might have had, of how cross and embarrassed she looked, was absent. For a reason her mind was incapable of comprehending, she was now feeling indebted to the other teen. Sigga let out a frustrated sigh, uncertain how to deal with these strange feelings she was experiencing. “You don’t need to apologize for anything!” She barked. “Don’t you know people don’t like getting apologized to?”She marched right past the boy towards the stove and checked on her pot. It was still far too early to consider it done, but the action helped ground her a little. “It- …look-” Sigga began again, clearly agitated, yet somehow incapable of shutting up. “It’s hard to talk about.” It was hard to talk, period. Despite this, the girl managed to continue and before she knew it she had started rambling. “I did some shit and now I can’t talk with my familyandI’mstuckgoingtoaschoolIdon’twanttogotoinacountryIdon’treallyknowbecauseIdidn’tlistentothat
fuckingidiotsisterandhalfthepeopleImeetthreatenmeand-” The girl stopped talking as abruptly as she had started. She hadn’t even realized she had switch languages half-way through her tirade. What was worse, she had accomplished the exact opposite of her original intent. Instead of reducing the ammunition others might acquire from knowing the girl too well, she had divulged a portion of her life-story and her unfiltered thoughts. Aw, crap!“Uhh… sorry.” said the hypocrite, looking a little frazzled. [This color is spoken in English] |
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on May 5, 2020 22:18:52 GMT
Despite how much he wanted to turn and run away, and hope that he never had to confront her regarding the situation, Hyousuke knew he had to stand and face this. Even if her silence was unnerving him. He was never the best at reading people - unless it was reading where their fist was going to hit him next - and it was all he could do to try and keep his mind from conjuring up a thousand different scenarios regarding what she was thinking about. He did all he could to at least look like he was keeping his composure, but given his previous performance, he suspected it was closing the barn door after the horse had bolted.
Still, he watched her closely, hoping for some kind of indication regarding how he was supposed to react to anything she was saying. He swallowed lightly, glancing and blinking silently, but little was being revealed to him. All he could do was wait for her to give a response, and hope that he'd not screwed up too much. All the while, that voice in the back of his head grew louder, mocking him, belittling him for even thinking about having tried to help her. If he was to be honest, though, he thought that voice was right. He was painfully aware of his own lack of intelligence, and it was hardly as if he was the most charismatic individual at the school. Watching her only reaffirmed it.
Then her skin took on that strange vermilion, and that growl began to emanate from her. He'd been expecting a reaction of some sort, of course - but to see and hear that threw him off. A look of slight confusion flashed onto his face in place of his previous tense gaze, and his brain began to fumble as it searched for a reason as to why she was acting the way she did. He had nothing, however - even when she began to speak, his mind struggled to process what she was telling him, much less understand it or draw any deeper meaning from it.
Her outburst only confused him further - though one thing became clear to him once she was finished. The whole topic, and talking about their pasts... To do so without easing into it, and earning each other's trust, was only going to cause friction between the two of them and distress for one another, intentionally or no. While his intentions might have been kind, the execution was nothing if not lacking. So, instead, he walked slowly towards her, moving as deliberately as he could while a weak - if fairly genuine - smile played on his lips.
"Then maybe... Maybe it's best if we don't talk about it for now. Either of us. For now, maybe it'd be best if we just settle for knowing we're not alone in this place." With that, he held out his hand to her, still bearing that smile. Were she to read him, there would be a maelstrom of thoughts - of regrets, of doubts, of hopes and needs. They spawned from his pride, from his guilt, from his desire to make friends... But amongst that storm of feelings, and distressing thoughts, there was no malice. Her secret wouldn't leave his lips, no matter what.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on May 7, 2020 22:28:06 GMT
Sigga blinked at his offer. And at the outstretched hand. The fish-girl had ended up focusing so much more on her own embarrassing spiel that she lost sight of the bigger picture; the obvious deficiency of properly expressing the thoughts both of the teenagers had in this dramatic social standoff and what had started it all. But there was no use fretting over spilt milk. It was bound to happen anyway, if one left said glass of milk strapped to their ankle… metaphorically speaking.
The girl pursed her lips, in contemplation. Very well. They could call it a draw, or, uh… something. “Deal.” As if to both punctuate the compromise and to demonstrate the trust she was putting in him, Sigga’s claw-like hand slipped around the boy’s palm and they shook. It was in that very instant that the girl recalled the conflict her mind still had about physical contact, but it was too late to do anything about it. “Sigrid Tendō.” she said, on the downward swing of the handshake. Her fingers, still cold from the water used in washing her cookware, loosened their grip and her hand fell back to her side. She could almost feel the icy mercury of her mind trying to slip into his, but manage to release her grip before the unconscious action could detect any specific thought or emotion, and hopefully before he noticed a potentially tenable connection to his very psyche. Offering her name like that would at least distract from it and likely make the blonde feel obligated to return the favor. It would be good to know more than simply which class he was in.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on May 10, 2020 3:52:33 GMT
"Suzuki Hyousuke." He gave a weak smile towards her while his hand latched onto hers. His grip was firm, and made no more gentle by the leather-like toughness his hands had built up through countless hours of training, nor the callouses that plagued it. And yet, despite it all, there was a certain warmth to it all. The way he held himself, the way he smiled towards her, that look of genuine appreciation for another person in his situation... He was many things in that moment, but above all else, he was happy t hat he was making a friend.
"But Hyousuke's fine too." He released, and stood back a bit, hooking his thumbs into his pockets awkwardly as he waited for a moment to try and figure out what to say next. "You know, I might've made those muffins for just me, but... Well, it's always more fun to eat these with a..." He hesitated. Was it right to say it? They'd only just met, and while he supposed he did get along with her, what did they really share apart from a love of food and physical reminders of past misdeeds? In the end, he decided to err on the side of caution, ultimately unsure of whether they really were becoming friends or not. "With another person. So, you know, feel free to drop by the dorms."
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on May 13, 2020 23:16:10 GMT
Sigga noted Hyousuke gave his full name in the manner accustomed to those native to Japan, with the surname offered first. It was still something she hadn’t yet adapted to, but at least it was easily discernable that Tendō was her family name and Sigrid her given name. She wondered how much that bit of nuance in her introduction demonstrated that she hadn’t exactly spent most of her life in this country and whether or not that detail was picked up on by others and how that colored their opinion of her. At least nobody had called her a Yankee yet.
Cautious, and unwilling to overstep any unknowable boundaries, the fish managed to restrain her instinct to tease the blonde by calling him Hyou-chan right off the bat. Perhaps that conscious decision showed a bit of the student’s personal growth. Now that she wasn’t feeling as frazzled, Sigga noticed the boy’s own calculated response. There had been, and were, people she knew quick to call her friend. She too may have replied in kind on occasion, but those always felt like manufactured, artificial friendships. If you could even call them that. It was strange to have met someone new that didn’t seem to take such things for granted. The concept even made the girl reflect a little. “I just may.” the teenager said, returning a subtle smile to Hyousuke’s offer to stop by 1-A.
Their conversation continued for a while, staying well away from any sensitive topics though occasionally straying into the absurd. Fortunately the well of subjects spoken never ran dry enough to force the discussion to shift to the topic of weather. Eventually, though, the two students were made aware how much time had passed by the sudden trickling of light through the windows. “Oh.” Sigga said, noticing dawn was finally upon them. The piscine pushed off the counter she had been sitting on again, and walked over to the bigos that had been silently stewing. “Should be ready.”
The eagerness to inflict her cooking on someone had returned in full force. The girl turned off the stove and grabbed the small bowl that had originally held the dried mushrooms for the recipe. She scooped a generous portion with her large steel spoon, tossed said spoon into the sink, and withdrew a single fork from her box of cookware, which she stabbed into the center of the bowl.
Steam rose from the bowl of hunter’s stew, the flavorful conglomerate easily tempting those with a sense of smell. It was unfortunate that she didn’t have a side of buttered bread to offset the juiciness of the dish. And at least the sweetness of the muffins Hyousuke had eaten would help in contrasting the low-carb umami bomb she was about to deliver. The girl did retrieve a bit of fresh thyme from her box to garnish the bowl with, though.
Sigga didn’t bother to taste her own cooking. She had made this and other versions of bigos often enough in America to know exactly what the outcome was. In as casual a manner as the repentant crook could portray, Sigga handed the large sampling over to the blonde. “Let me know what you think.” She leaned back against the counter, both her own eyes and the cartoon cook on her ugly green shirt closely watching Hyousuke’s reaction.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on May 16, 2020 14:42:12 GMT
To his surprise, Hyousuke managed to keep the conversation going. Charisma wasn't exactly something he prided himself on, so managing to keep talking for so long without the conversation turning to something as uninspired as the weather - it was a small victory for him, but a victory nonetheless. Not one that he had much time to savour, however, given that there were other - more tangible - things to savour instead. Like her bigos. He'd not been paying much attention to it, having almost completely forgotten that it was there, but the smell was enough to remind him of why he was looking forward to it.
He pried himself off of the counter he'd been leaning on, and ambled over towards her, trying to peer over her shoulder to see what the finished dish looked like a few moments before she actually revealed it to him. He'd not heard the name before, let alone how the ingredients were combined - he was more than a little curious about what she'd put together. He settled for standing a little away from her, giving her room to move about and fiddle with whatever she needed to, but remained close enough that she wouldn't have to go far to get the food to him.
Hyousuke was silent as he took the fork from the bowl, a lump of the food wedged onto the end before he raised it to his mouth. He set both it and the food aside as he chewed, making sure to do so slowly - to taste it, to savour it, to experience it fully. He'd done so enough times with the strange pastries and coffee his favourite cafe had on offer, and he figured something more savoury wouldn't be much different. His expression throughout the whole thing wasn't particularly revealing, instead displaying a more measured, more pondering look, as if he was weighing up what his response should be.
Finally, when he swallowed, Hyousuke offered a slight - but no less genuine - smile at her. It was a warm one too, one that seemed satisfied with her dish. "It's good." He said, unsure of what to follow it up with - he was still processing all the flavours that were left over, after all. None unpleasant, but it was different than what he was used to, and he struggled to find the words for it. "It's all so... I don't know. What do you call it when the flavours all work together like this? I think it was harmony, or something like that?"
He shrugged sheepishly, before casting his gaze over to the window, and the early morning light trickling in through it. "Sun's coming up. I think I should probably be getting back - still got the rest of the day to deal with." He stretched a little, arching his back and clicking a few joints, before beginning to pack his ingredients into a bag, and lazily throwing a length of foil over the muffins. Something to shield them from the elements while he carted them back to his dorm. "We should do this again sometime. It's good to see someone else that likes sweet things as much as I do."
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on May 21, 2020 23:29:51 GMT
Both the eyes of her shirt’s cook and her own golden orbs continued eyeing the stalwart connoisseur. He seemed to be taking his time in trying her food, taking each bite with a measured thoughtfulness that seemed deliberately sluggish. Sigga’s lips pursed, the girl suddenly feeling apprehensive. She hadn’t expected him to give her cooking such scrutiny and, though she was quite confident in her dish, the moments required for Hyousuke to taste, chew, and swallow some bigos stretched long enough for the student to begin second-guessing herself. Had she remembered to add some thyme and caraway seeds? Did she make sure not to let the wine burn during the reduction? Actions performed not long ago were somehow absent from her memory. She couldn’t be certain.
The slight curl to his lips, the minor wrinkling near his eyes calmed the fish’s pessimistic thoughts. When the curt, but absolute, praise finally arrived, Sigga’s lips parted again and her body allowed her to resume breathing. Of course it was good! The bald girl’s mind, suddenly oblivious of the ephemeral thoughts that it held not a moment earlier, populated her appearance with a rather smug expression. “I think the words you are looking for are flawless unanimity.”
She allowed the hero-in-training to continue eating in peace while she turned her attention back to the pot of stew. Sigga slid the bigos off to the side so it could begin cooling. As tempting as it was for her to eat some herself, it was going to cover several of her meals this week and meant to be stored in her bedroom’s fridge in the interim. Not one to waste any time, the teen began washing the large spoon she had previously launched into the sink. With the sun beginning to slowly flood the building with light it was time for the chef to expedite her exit.
When Hyousuke finished eating, she took the bowl and fork and manually washed them as well. A clean cloth was used to quickly dry all her soiled equipment before the girl carefully stored them back into the box she had brought down with her. Once her pot of food had cooled a little more she could place the lidded container in it as well and head back up to her dorm room.
As her peer voiced his preparatory words of parting, Sigga did the same. “Well, it was… interesting meeting you.” she said, the words spoken very deliberately but with an oddly genuine simper.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on May 24, 2020 4:44:15 GMT
Well, he'd not completely screwed up the encounter. Things had taken a rather - as she'd put it - interesting turn near the end, but all in all, he felt safe in assuming that they, at the very least, were on good-ish terms with each other. Them taking a shine to each other's cooking likely didn't hurt either. He nodded at her response, shortly and firmly before speaking and readjusting the bag in his hand. "Definitely. We should do this again some time. Let me know if you're stopping by the dorms, I'll see if I can make some of those orange peels for when you do."He turned to glance back at the door, then to her. "I'll be going for now though. Suppose I'll see you around soon, since we're both on the same course." Indeed, given that they were just in different classes, he figured that running into her was just a matter of when, not if. With that, he gave her a brief wave, before turning around fully to head out the door, his muffins and whatever remained of their ingredients packed unceremoniously into his bag. Perhaps he'd share some with whoever else was awake - or perhaps he'd just hoard them to make sure that the coffee went down easier. The instant-brew stuff had enough caffeine for his liking, sure, but it tasted like boiled dirt. Whatever the case was, he was glad to have shared the batch with someone that appreciated them as much as he did. |
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on May 26, 2020 1:09:40 GMT
You could almost make out the twinkle in the girl’s eyes when Hyousuke mentioned the orange peels. He had clearly been listening when she made the suggestion to bake with them, but Sigga hadn’t anticipated her affinity for candied citrus peels to be used as a fishing lure. It was a foregone conclusion that she would take him up on the offer at some point soon, though her mind still needed to review the memories of today’s encounter for its routine risk assessment. Her own words of farewell were far more curt than his. She nodded at the boy’s remark that they’d likely see each other again, what with him being in 1-A and Sigga in 1-B. A simple, “See ya, Hyousuke,” along with a wave served as her parting gesture. The bald teen watched the muffin man leave, her gaze following him through the windows after he exited the dorm. What had been meant to be nothing more than a routine morning of meal-prep for the week certainly took an interesting turn. She hadn’t forgotten the feeling of anxiety at having her ankle monitor recognized. It was an inevitability the girl had dreaded for some time, though thinking back on it now it didn’t really seem like that big of a deal. So much of the discomfort was in her own head; countless possible outcomes obsessively reviewed and re-reviewed. And all for what? While the encounter may not have altered Sigga’s attitude of always expecting the worst outcome out of every situation, it was a curious thing then that her mind chose to focus on a particular morsel of information that didn’t actually pertain to her directly. It would have been far easier to simply cringe at her bilingual outburst, or rue not having worn pants to keep the device on her ankle hidden. As she sat herself back on the counter, gazing out through the tempered glass, her thoughts rested on the words done some things I’m not proud of and paid for them too. It would be a cold day in hell before she ever spoke about her own past, so it hadn’t been a surprise the blonde student had backpedaled out of that conversation as soon as it had been broached. But her innate, insatiable curiosity couldn’t easily be dismissed now that her thoughts kept running circles around that particular nugget of information. In the end it wasn’t that important… but also, it was. Even if she hadn’t been eager to change the subject during that part of their conversation, the piscine sleuth wasn’t as myopic as to forcibly peel back whatever wound had been hidden behind those words.
Sigga sat there on the counter for some time. It wasn’t until the distant chime of the dorm elevator arriving on the ground floor rang out that the teenager broke out of her daydream. It was now the time in the morning that the rest of the peasants were keen on utilizing the kitchen. The girl hopped back off the counter with a, “Hup-” hovering back over to her pot. The back of her hand registered that the steel container was cool enough so she placed it into her box of things before heaving it against her chest. She wasted little time traversing the floor, reaching the elevator as it deposited more students into the lobby. One of them seemed to take notice the state her hideous, bright green shirt was in and offered a clearly sarcastic compliment to which the fish retorted with a brusque, “Fuck off,” before entering the elevator, hammering the close-door button, and vanishing from 1-B’s first floor. [Exit Thread] |
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