YetieBetie
Edgebabby
Aya:
Location: Dorms, to sneaking over to the kitchen
Interactions: Ruby @Rads
Mentions: Ruby and Ren @Monbon
Mood: FOOD
Aya sat in her newly dubbed bed. Noting with interest it was a shared dorm. This club truly was an interesting place. The cabin was good, meaning the owner had to have had a substantial amount of money. Possibly even on the same level as her parents. Yet the choice of shared rooms was such a lower class option. One that left Aya wondering if they had one of those odd fancies for commoner accommodations, or if they had simply been born poor and felt more comfortable with such choices. People had odd tastes.
Then her eyes landed on the plate of food.
In seconds she was upon it. With the hoodie sleeves rolled up and all but scarfing down the contents.
There were relatively few things in this world Ayame Fukushima could say she truly loved. Food being near the very top, if not the greatest next to Shin. Eat bite was a delicacy. One that filled her with more than enough pleasure to last a lifetime. It had to be the best food she'd ever eaten.
'You say that about every edible you come across Aya.' Shin's teasing voice played in her head. Making her miss the ever-present doofus. Had he been nearby, he may have even helped her sort out some of her rampant thoughts.
Speaking... er... thinking of, it was a perfect time to go over the list of things she knew.
1. The treasurer, Ruby Anet. She had only briefly talked to the giant of a person, yet already she could tell the choice in assignment had been wise. It was hard to get hold of someone so forthright and precise, yet that valuable trait was essential for someone holding the funds of any business.
2. They were a tight-knit group. Ren had told her as much. Though she'd picked that up with how casual Ruby had teased Ren, not to mention the way they spoke of the others in the group. It reminded her of a family of sorts. Which wasn't good. Either they'd not have room for Shin and her to act a part of it, or worse, they'd welcome them both with open arms.
3. Haruhi Nakamura, the leader of the group, had odd choices in housing.
4. Someone could cook. A very valuable trait Aya would need to find a way of exploiting in the name of survival.
And that was about it. A frustratingly small list. She blamed the exhaustion. Everything else she knew were things she'd read about when looking into the club.
The main concern was fact number 2. Had she realized the club was thriving enough for its members to have actually formed strong bonds, she would have reconsidered signing up...
Her thoughts trailed as she digested the info, the eaten chocolate covered fruit suddenly churning in her stomach. Ren's words still echoed in her ears, 'We're supposed to look out for each other'. A sentiment she ought to have considered. Relationships made everything so slippery. As if she wasn't already deep enough with everything else happening in her life.
Letting loose a sigh, she tugged at the edges of the oversized hoodie. Wanting very much to crawl into the covers of her bed and spend the rest of the day blissfully avoiding people, instead she forced herself to stand up. The now empty plate in hand as she headed towards the door. If they were planning on being all welcoming, she'd just have to make them not want to towards her. A simple task. Shouldn't take longer than a week. First impressions were easy that way.
Shoving aside the very strong desire to sit in her bed and find a good book on her phone, Aya bounced towards the door. The child-like movement bringing a stupid grin to her face and a hum to her lips as she left the dorm rooms. There were a few people she could see, but the fact that she was already trying everything to get her excited enough to drag her feet out the rooms made her stray away from approaching them. Opting instead to look for the kitchens.
It took more than a bit of wandering around, nosing about the layout and actively avoiding the more occupied areas and such. Peeping open what had to be the 12th door, relief filled her grumbling gut as she caught sight of tiled floors and cabinets. Shoving open the door open enough to let her slid into the room, her eyes went over the entirety of the place. There was definitely more food here. Her eyes immediately landed on a bowl of apples and bananas sitting on the countertop. Though more notable was the very familiar face standing beside it, mixing something together with a very intense look on her face as she worked.
Aya's eyes flickered back to the bowl of easy-to-take food. Wondering briefly if there were a way she could just grab the bowl and leave without said person noticing. Unfortunately, she had already stepped quite obviously into the kitchen. Plus, Ruby was standing not two feet away from the goods.
Ah well. Practically prancing to the stool on the opposite side of the counter, Aya hopped onto the seat. Grabbing an apple and taking a deliciously large bite out of it before allowing her gaze to fully settle on Ruby's work. Her lips pursed as she recognized the treat. "Oh my Ruby-san, that is so sweet!" To emphasize this point she gave her sweetest of smiles. Eyelashes fluttering as her chin rested on her free hand. "Just look at you! Making me a snack all diligent-like. The only thing is... I'm not the biggest fan of trail mix." Her nose wrinkled, as though she'd just caught a whiff of something vulgar. In a second the entire expression popped back into the face of pure graciousness. "Perhaps a parfait? If we're going simple of course. Tarts are good as well. Oh! A nice bowl of Sorbet would be delightful!"
Location: Dorms, to sneaking over to the kitchen
Interactions: Ruby @Rads
Mentions: Ruby and Ren @Monbon
Mood: FOOD
Aya sat in her newly dubbed bed. Noting with interest it was a shared dorm. This club truly was an interesting place. The cabin was good, meaning the owner had to have had a substantial amount of money. Possibly even on the same level as her parents. Yet the choice of shared rooms was such a lower class option. One that left Aya wondering if they had one of those odd fancies for commoner accommodations, or if they had simply been born poor and felt more comfortable with such choices. People had odd tastes.
Then her eyes landed on the plate of food.
In seconds she was upon it. With the hoodie sleeves rolled up and all but scarfing down the contents.
There were relatively few things in this world Ayame Fukushima could say she truly loved. Food being near the very top, if not the greatest next to Shin. Eat bite was a delicacy. One that filled her with more than enough pleasure to last a lifetime. It had to be the best food she'd ever eaten.
'You say that about every edible you come across Aya.' Shin's teasing voice played in her head. Making her miss the ever-present doofus. Had he been nearby, he may have even helped her sort out some of her rampant thoughts.
Speaking... er... thinking of, it was a perfect time to go over the list of things she knew.
1. The treasurer, Ruby Anet. She had only briefly talked to the giant of a person, yet already she could tell the choice in assignment had been wise. It was hard to get hold of someone so forthright and precise, yet that valuable trait was essential for someone holding the funds of any business.
2. They were a tight-knit group. Ren had told her as much. Though she'd picked that up with how casual Ruby had teased Ren, not to mention the way they spoke of the others in the group. It reminded her of a family of sorts. Which wasn't good. Either they'd not have room for Shin and her to act a part of it, or worse, they'd welcome them both with open arms.
3. Haruhi Nakamura, the leader of the group, had odd choices in housing.
4. Someone could cook. A very valuable trait Aya would need to find a way of exploiting in the name of survival.
And that was about it. A frustratingly small list. She blamed the exhaustion. Everything else she knew were things she'd read about when looking into the club.
The main concern was fact number 2. Had she realized the club was thriving enough for its members to have actually formed strong bonds, she would have reconsidered signing up...
Her thoughts trailed as she digested the info, the eaten chocolate covered fruit suddenly churning in her stomach. Ren's words still echoed in her ears, 'We're supposed to look out for each other'. A sentiment she ought to have considered. Relationships made everything so slippery. As if she wasn't already deep enough with everything else happening in her life.
Letting loose a sigh, she tugged at the edges of the oversized hoodie. Wanting very much to crawl into the covers of her bed and spend the rest of the day blissfully avoiding people, instead she forced herself to stand up. The now empty plate in hand as she headed towards the door. If they were planning on being all welcoming, she'd just have to make them not want to towards her. A simple task. Shouldn't take longer than a week. First impressions were easy that way.
Shoving aside the very strong desire to sit in her bed and find a good book on her phone, Aya bounced towards the door. The child-like movement bringing a stupid grin to her face and a hum to her lips as she left the dorm rooms. There were a few people she could see, but the fact that she was already trying everything to get her excited enough to drag her feet out the rooms made her stray away from approaching them. Opting instead to look for the kitchens.
It took more than a bit of wandering around, nosing about the layout and actively avoiding the more occupied areas and such. Peeping open what had to be the 12th door, relief filled her grumbling gut as she caught sight of tiled floors and cabinets. Shoving open the door open enough to let her slid into the room, her eyes went over the entirety of the place. There was definitely more food here. Her eyes immediately landed on a bowl of apples and bananas sitting on the countertop. Though more notable was the very familiar face standing beside it, mixing something together with a very intense look on her face as she worked.
Aya's eyes flickered back to the bowl of easy-to-take food. Wondering briefly if there were a way she could just grab the bowl and leave without said person noticing. Unfortunately, she had already stepped quite obviously into the kitchen. Plus, Ruby was standing not two feet away from the goods.
Ah well. Practically prancing to the stool on the opposite side of the counter, Aya hopped onto the seat. Grabbing an apple and taking a deliciously large bite out of it before allowing her gaze to fully settle on Ruby's work. Her lips pursed as she recognized the treat. "Oh my Ruby-san, that is so sweet!" To emphasize this point she gave her sweetest of smiles. Eyelashes fluttering as her chin rested on her free hand. "Just look at you! Making me a snack all diligent-like. The only thing is... I'm not the biggest fan of trail mix." Her nose wrinkled, as though she'd just caught a whiff of something vulgar. In a second the entire expression popped back into the face of pure graciousness. "Perhaps a parfait? If we're going simple of course. Tarts are good as well. Oh! A nice bowl of Sorbet would be delightful!"