The Demi-Fiend returns!

[demifemme]

Who: Shura and OPEN
Where: Apartment building in Pisces
Summary: Shura tries to go back to her apartment from the Hospital.
Warnings: None so far!


Fortunately, the trip between Caduceus Hospital and the Visitor's apartment building in Pisces was a short one. Wheelchair-bound as she was now, thanks to trying to fight her Shadow, Shura didn't think she could have taken the humiliation of a longer trip. In addition to that, Hinoto-Ri itself had not really been designed for people who couldn't run. Getting in and off the tram was a pain, not to mention that to access an elevator, she had had to get off at the main station in Pisces and wheel herself all the way back to the apartments. Just as her still weak arms had about fallen off, she found herself in front of the building, and the five concrete steps leading to the main entrance. Fuck, she had forgotten about that. She honestly felt like crying, right now.

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[poorlittleblueburdie]

His wings droop further. "How would I--" No, no, silly question.

"...Is there any way I might at least help cheer you up somehow, if I can't help?"

[demifemme]

"Yeah. Get me up the stairs and into my apartment." She didn't like the guy, but, he asked.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He nodded, tucking his wings in behind him, looking the chair over. "All right... I can do that." So, he was excused from being assigned to change something he couldn't!

He eyed the stairs, then the wheels of the chair... set his cup down beside the doors, took the chair's handles, and pulled the chair backwards, up the steps, instead of trying to lift the whole thing. He was at least a little stronger than he looked; he managed it without trouble, and took his cup again, getting them into the lobby and heading toward the elevator.

"I don't suppose you'd want any errands run for you? I could bring something for dinner for you, if you'd like?" If she was having difficulty with getting in and out of the building, it seemed only sensible to him to offer.

[demifemme]

Good thing Shura had a safety belt on. The rise up was a bit bumpy.

She was about to say that she didn't need anything, but it couldn't be further from the truth: she had been gone for over a month. Everything in her fridge was probably past the date, and how was she supposed to cook sitting down?

"I guess," she admitted, defeated.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He was relieved, honestly. Even if she wasn't in a good mood, it was better than the first time they'd met. The circumstances seemed oddly similar, but she wasn't yelling at him this time, so it was still better!

He got them into the elevator, and pressed the button to go up. "What would you like me to fetch, then? I... don't know what it is you prefer to eat...."

[demifemme]

Shura looked at the floor lighting up, numb. "Anything that doesn't taste bland or gross." Hospital food, yeah. "Fish. Bring me fish."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"All right... for dinner tonight? What sort?" He could remember fish, at least. Although, if he was going to be bringing groceries by for her, he'd need to write a list... but he could do that when she was more comfortably in her apartment, he presumed.

[demifemme]

He was really willing, wasn't he? In that case...

"I want eel. Bring me some unadon." It was her favourite dish, and she deserved it. "There is a food counter in the food court downstairs that makes some. I want it Kanto style."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Eel? That's fish? ...er... I mean... how do you spell una-- unat-- what it is I should get?" He fished about in his sash, and pulled his watchlike comm device from somewhere. Keep it on his wrist? Hahaha, no. He didn't. He paused, though -- with his drink still in one hand, and the watch in his other, and the floor coming up quickly... he really wasn't thinking this through very well, was he.

So, he offered her the device. "Or... could you write it for me? ...Please?"

Willing, yes. Familiar with things like food enough not to still need directions sometimes, no.

[demifemme]

Sigh. Shura took the COMP and strapped it to her wrist, then began typing in the notes app. "Unadon... Kanto.. style." Once she was at the door of her apartment, she gave the COMP back to the person to fetch her key. Look, she even put a dot on your map of the food court to help you out!

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Thanks." He wasn't going to protest! Even having been here for a year so far, he still found the food names a bit on the confusing side. Probably what he gets for being unable to eat most of it.

He tucked the little watch-thing back into his sash somewhere. "I'll be back shortly, then." And with that, he'll just turn to go back to the elevator.

And it doesn't take him too long, either, to return with a the take-out box. Three of them, actually, two large and one medium-sized one, all stacked up on one hand so he can knock on her apartment door with his other.

[demifemme]

"I can't exactly pull the door open, y'know," comes Shura's voice from inside. Sounds like Grumpy is still in charge in there.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He opened it himself, holding up the boxes. "My apologies... I didn't think it proper to enter without permission, though." He took the smaller box off of the top of the other two, stepping inside... and then shifted to one foot, to close the door with his other.

"...And I wasn't certain how much you'd want, so I simply got a bunch... I figured that leftovers wouldn't be a bad thing, if it was something you enjoyed?"

The two larger boxes were set down on the table, and he opened one up. It was full. He'd probably gotten about three or four servings' worth of it, instead of just one, if both of those bigger boxes were full of the eel. Looked like some disposable chopsticks and napkins were trying to peek out from between the two boxes, too; he hadn't forgotten those!

"And I wasn't certain if you wanted dessert... if you don't, I can always take it elsewhere." And he opened the third package, the smaller one he still held... to show that it was full with a rainbow of balls of... what was it? Mochi? "They said it was ice cream, so I figured I may as well." His wings sank a little, and he looked uncertain. "At least, most people seem to like ice cream...."

[demifemme]

Shura didn't answer.

Shura didn't answer because if she opened her mouth she was gonna drool all over herself. The smell, the sight, fuck she could already taste it. She forced her exhausted arms to wheel her to the table, where she grabbed the chopsticks hurriedly. "THANKSFORTHEMEAL" she blurted out before shoveling a piece of eel and some rice in her mouth, leaning back with eyes closed as a shiver crawled up her spine.

It was so good she could have cried.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Oh my... apparently the food went over better than he'd hoped! Well, he wasn't going to say anything; she was clearly very hungry. He was glad she'd written it down for him, so he'd gotten it right.

And he could reduce the question of dessert to a simple nod or head-shake, as well. He did sort of need to know what to do with it, after all. "Would you prefer if I left this ice cream in your freezer, then?"

[demifemme]

Shura pointed very strongly at the table. You bet she was gonna eat that too. But for now, eels were calling.

It took a little while, but eventually Shura stopped eating, too full to continue even if that was her favourite meal. She leaned back in the chair. "That was a feast." Well. Not much left to do now but go to bed, she figured.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Well all right, then! He'll place the box on the table for her, and by the time she's done eating, he'll be sitting on one of the other chairs a little ways away, quietly preening his wings, holding them around himself so they were in his lap for him to work on more easily. He had gotten up a few times, mostly to take away any trash for her as she ate. He seemed content enough to play waiter for her.

"Would you like me to fetch anything for you to drink?" A bit late, perhaps, but she'd been so busy with her food, he felt it would've been more rude to interrupt. "I could find some tea, or juice, or milk...? Or hot chocolate...?"

[demifemme]

"There's green tea in the cupboard," she pointed out as she leaned back. She'll need to lie down in bed or something after all this food... Tea should help her digest.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He gave her a nod, and found it without much fuss, quickly taking care of that. For all the things he didn't know, he was familiar enough with this, at least, and set the cup of it down in front of her gently.

"I hope that's right...?" He pulled his wings up behind him again, offering her a smile. "Should I put the leftovers away? ...or... is there anything else you'd like me to help with tonight...?"

[demifemme]

Aaah, tea. Drink of the gods. Shura started by taking a long sip, letting the heat of the tea warm her up and soothe her body.

"Put the leftovers away," she said. "Then I want to lie down and sleep."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He gave her a bob that was somewhere between a nod and a bow -- maybe more of a curtsey -- and got the rest of the food into the freezer and... then paused, looking into the fridge.

((Full of old stuff, right?))

[demifemme]

Yep, absolutely. The fridge is stock full of food either past its date or on the verge of going bad. There is nothing that would be safe to eat or drink in there aside from a jug of water.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He's going to pause, once the fridge door is open. He can smell enough of it to know better, even if he's not exactly all that familiar with human cuisine.

"Would you mind if I... um... cleaned this up?"

He's trying to keep a straight face. He really is.

((...meant to write ice cream, not imply the eel was going into the freezer too there. Wow, I must've been tired. Sorry.))

S'okay

[demifemme]

"I don't mind. Knock yourself out. I mean, if left up to me it's probably gonna take a while before I can kneel and clean this thing."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He took a deep breath, nodded, and then set to work clearing it out. Some things got a little sniff at them, but some, he could tell at a glance. Didn't take him too long to empty the fridge and pull out a trash bag for it. Another sniff at the empty fridge, and he pulled out its little shelves and drawers entirely, to wash them out in the sink.

...Which apparently involved sticking his hands in plastic garbage bags, rather than washing anything barehanded. But at least he was cleaning it up for her, and being quick about it?

He nodded at the filled trash bag. "I'll take that out in a moment. Should I bring back more of the eel, to replace it?" He sounded like he might've been teasing, but... it was a serious question, all the same. She liked it, so why not?