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For once everything is silent as the interior of her office comes into view. The bed looks like it hasn't been slept in for days and there's a shiny new Karaoke Machine in the corner. Moments later there's the sound of a door opening and Washu comes into view with the coat of this outfit in hand.

She spares it a glance before hugging it to her chest and bowing her head. Eventually she sits down on the bed and stares at it a while before sighing and leaning her head back against the wall just as the communicator times out.

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[And the only warning she'd get would the a soft chime of bells, before the sound of geta against the floor would give him away completely.]

... You have certainly.... been in here quite



a long time... Washu-san. [He'd be at the door, as if he'd been there for a while now, his expression the same, serene gaze it always was.]

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She registered the sound of bells moments before he spoke. She didn't even bother looking up. Why should she?

"Have I?"

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
Yes.

[He wouldn't even ask permission. No need to. The man simply set the massive box down, and settled beside her, watching the wall rather than her.]

... It does make one wonder...

if you would require


food... or drink.

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She frowned a little at that question. When was the last time she had a glass of water? Hours ago? Days ago? She didn't remember. She wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty either. Her hand absently caressed the white trim of the jacket in her hands and shrugged.

"Eventually."

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
Now.

[And that didn't sound like a gentle suggestion. Oh no, the slate blue gaze had locked onto her. Just as calm as they had always been, but the man wasn't about to leave this lab alone.]

If you would please... Madame.

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
Now that jerked her out of her thoughts of the past as she stopped caressing the jacket. She had noted to tone more then the words. Her gaze turned to him, just as unwavering as his as she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?"

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
Even someone.... such as yourself

needs to eat... and drink to live. Do you not?

Indeed... even sleep would be... necessary.

[He never blinked, waiting patiently for Washu to simply agree.]

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She fell silent again, mulling that over. He was right, she knew she should eat or drink something. When was the last time she slept anyway? She sighed softly in defeat and nodded as she set the jacket down in her lap.

"The last person to show concern for my health was a young little princess from Jurai. Somehow I doubt you can cook as well Sasami-chan."

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
I have no desire... to see you pass away

Washu-san. [Actually, he can cook, but don't tell Kayo or she'll kill him.]

I would suppose then... there is only one way


to find out.

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
A soft snort escaped her.

"Death isn't permanent here. It would only be a minor inconvience to be chipped again."

She had been in the city too long to let death faze her in the slightest.

"I suppose so."

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
But it would be... an inconvenience that is still... easily avoided. Is it not?

[That was all he needed to hear. Standing up, he simply retrieved his box, and headed to the door, stopping just short of leaving and waiting for her to follow with a glance back.]

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
With little sound she stood up from the bed and set down the jacket. She pushed her hair back, tying the massive spiky red mess back with a long purple piece of cloth as she grapped an old worn winter jacket and shrugged it onto her thin shoulders, covering the worn T-shirt she wore and going nearly to her knees. The jeans were covered in soot and some unknown machine grease.

"Sometimes I wonder."

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[Well, she didn't have to look perfect to go out and grab some rice. He waited quietly until she followed after him, and he started on his way.]

Wonder? Of what? ... If it is quite so... easy?

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Date: 2010-01-13 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She followed after him, letting him lead the way as she pulled the coat in close and nearly buried her nose in the old thing. Yet another thing she had salvaged. Everything she owned here was with the exception of the few precious things from home.

Home... Would she ever see the Masaki Shrine again?


"Sometimes."

She fell silent again, her thoughts turning to other things, some of them depressing.

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Date: 2010-01-13 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[He had little desire to have her linger on that. After all, there was always the possibility that if the woman became too engrossed with her past suffering... well...]



.... What is... your favorite food?

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Date: 2010-01-13 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
That question made her pause. Favorite food?Why would he want to know that?

"My favorite food would be crab cakes, something I doubt I could ever get here. "

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Date: 2010-01-13 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
I see.

[No. He doesn't have crab cakes here. He does however, have rice and preserved fish and spices. He can make something.]

... If you would please... however

refrain from telling... Kayo-san


That I will be preparing a meal. [Or else she'll make him do it all the time and he'll never leave the house]

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Date: 2010-01-13 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
If anything, that amused her enough to make her forget why she had buried herself in her lab the last few weeks. For now anyway.

"I won't say anything."

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Date: 2010-01-13 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[Well good, mission accomplished. On both accounts. He didn't need Kayo coming after him, especially considering he'd ruined the last meal she'd demanded he make.

Heading out of the hospital, he immediately started towards Latimir]

Thank you.

... Washu-san... How long... exactly


have you lived in Japan?

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Date: 2010-01-13 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She slowed down a bit as they headed towards Latimir. Idly, she wondered if her old apartment was still empty.

"All together? 700 years give or take. However, I was only active for a year and a half."

Her amusement faded a little as she remembered her prison in the Masaki Shrine. Yes, she had technically lived in Japan for quite sometime... but she has only been able to move around and be active for the last year or so before ending up here.

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Date: 2010-01-13 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
I see.

[And he understood what that meant too. Oh yes, the Medicine Seller had seen her past. Everything that made her what she was now, had some massive impact on her life.]

And... what of here? How long... have you been here?

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Date: 2010-01-13 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
"I have been here for little one year and three weeks."

A year away from the makeshift family she had become apart of. Sometimes she wondered if this place was just an unpleasant dream.

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Date: 2010-01-14 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
... Quite


a while


indeed. [Was that Latimir? So soon? It seemed as if they had just started walking.]

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Date: 2010-01-15 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
[So it was. She hesitated a few moments before pulling her coat in and sighing.

"Yes it has. I lived in this building for six months."

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Date: 2010-01-15 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[Longer than he's been here. He pushed open the apartment door, heading in and waiting for her just on the other side.]

Have you... made




many friends... here?

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Date: 2010-01-15 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She considered that question for a moment. She supposed she had in her time here.

"In a sense. Many have come and gone over the last year."

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Date: 2010-01-15 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
And... have you not developed


something... of a family?

[He started up the stairs now, the box clacking and clinking softly on his back.]
Edited Date: 2010-01-15 07:12 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-01-15 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
Again she feel silent as she started to follow him up the stairs. Did she have a family here? In a loose sense... but nothing like back home. Honestly she missed them. A lot sometimes, especially around this time of year.

"No, I have friends in a way, but not a family here."

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Date: 2010-01-15 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com
[Up and up... and to a door, swinging it open to reveal a rather small room with a few personal item scattered about. Clothes, a sword, pots and pans, salvaged furniture... None of them really his though.]

In a way?

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Date: 2010-01-15 09:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madwashu.livejournal.com
She smiled faintly as she glanced around the room.

"I consider them friends, and may even feel maternal towards one or two of them, however, who is to say what may happen in a place like this? "

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