That won't matter. It's not something for you to worry about.
[ So don't think about it. Emerald. He'll be the one to think about it, instead. At the end of it all, though, he'd fight people for her. He just wants her to have a normal job if she really wants one. Nothing out of this world. ]
[ She trusts him, and she knows better than to question when she's told not to worry about something. She doesn't look satisfied with that answer since it wasn't a clear 'no, it's a great choice.' She genuinely doesn't know what she can do to actually be good enough without having to make people look down on his choice because his choice is her. ]
[ Once they get to the small house Akashi lives in, he opens the door for Emerald to enter. It doesn't seem like anyone else is at home, perhaps they're all still at work. Akashi motions for Emerald to follow him to his room so he can put his bag down and then take off his coat and his vest. (Look, he has to dress really nice, okay. He may have ended up charming some people at work, too...) ]
Do you want to rest here and wait? I'll make soup.
[ Emerald follows him to his room and just about immediately flops down on the bed, kicking her shoes off next to it before she pulls her feet up. She rolls onto her side and opens her mouth to answer and then- ]
[ She's like a cat... he places a hand on the back of her shoulder to gently rub his thumb against the skin. If she doesn't fight it, he'll dig his finger in and knead it slowly. ]
I'm not sure what you mean. That's a strange generalisation.
[ She opposite of fights it. She flattens out on the bed so he can do whatever he wants to her shoulder, it feels good. ]
Rich people and people who work for rich people are the only ones you ever see with petticoats and cravats and ribbons and general frilly stuff. A maid cafe is like... "pretend you're rich for a day but still eat omelets."
[ Though he's not sure how nice it would be if she stayed for long. Right now, it isn't even crossing his mind.
Seeing her relax some more only encourages him further as he massages her. He proceeds to properly knead her back. It's how he'd do it to someone who needs to relax after a stressful game, so it's probably calming. ]
Stay still.
[ He lifts one of her arms and then presses on her back. Hopefully it makes a sound! ]
[ She's going to make rude but flattering comments the whole time.
But for now, she says nothing and holds her breath, only letting it out after a rather substantial cracking sound. All of her everything rushes out and she faceplants on the bed. ]
[ Emerald doesn't know what it's like to have a mom, but she imagines it's kind of like this. Except she's got some serious Oedipal shit going on at that point if that's true, bc she does enjoy watching him walk away if you know what I mean. ]
With croutons!
[ She calls after him. They don't have oyster crackers, but he said he had bread so maybe he can make her some croutons. After he's gone though, she just settles in and stares at the ceiling. Then eventually rolls over to her side to lay on her stomach again, oops. ]
[ It's... actually pretty good that Em is fine with being left alone for a bit. Akashi doesn't find her tiring to be with, but being separated for a little while would be good for them. Emerald isn't particularly clingy. That's... that's healthy, really. He keeps the door open, at least, so he doesn't have to open it again to serve the soup.
Akashi takes a little while to make the best tomato soup ever. There's some Dunamis infused in the soup to make her feel warm and loved, because that's how Akashi feels when he's with her. He doesn't want her to feel alone or inadequate or anything else ever again.
There are croutons, too... and cream cheese, should she want to add some to her soup.
He comes back to his room with a tray, a large bowl of soup at the centre. The bottle of cream cheese spread is next to it, as well as a glass of water. There's also two slices of toasted butter bread in case the croutons on the bowl aren't enough. ]
I normally don't eat in my room, but I'll make today an exception.
[ For her part, Emerald spent many years alone. She's good at spending time alone and handles it well. She doesn't have separation anxiety unless there's a real risk of separation. If anything, if she was cooped up with someone 24/7 she might get a little antsy.
Instead, she actually seems fine just doing something totally normal like smelling his pillow and rolling around under the covers to systematically pull the sheet up so it's completely around her. When he gets in, he's probably going to be annoyed that she's hogging the sheet, but the outer blankets are fine. ]
I can eat at the table if you want me to. I'm not sick, just sad.
[ She is taking this sheet with her if they go to the table though. It's burrito'd around her even as she scoots to sit up on the bed. ]
She manages to get out of the bed and stand up with the sheet wrapped around her. Impressively, the top blanket is somehow still properly on the bed, if somewhat rumpled.
Her strides are about three inches as she heads toward the door...... ]
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[ So don't think about it. Emerald. He'll be the one to think about it, instead. At the end of it all, though, he'd fight people for her. He just wants her to have a normal job if she really wants one. Nothing out of this world. ]
What matters is that you'll grow from it.
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Okay.
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Do you want to rest here and wait? I'll make soup.
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Seijuro, I'm not wearing that.
[ The fuck is that pink maid outfit ]
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[ He's hanging his coat at the back of his door when he realises what she means. ]
Ah, that's mine. I was asked to help out at a maid cafe.
[ That explains nothing...
He joins Emerald at the foot of the bed once he's in just his trousers and shirt. He still looks pretty dressed up despite having dressed down. ]
It looked good on me.
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[ It's not really judgy so much as she just.. didn't really expect that answer. She rolls onto her stomach so she's next to him as he sits down. ]
Why are rich people all into frilly outfits?
[ It's the weirdest thing she's ever noticed about rich people. Even the guys are like Greetings check out my cravat ]
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I'm not sure what you mean. That's a strange generalisation.
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Rich people and people who work for rich people are the only ones you ever see with petticoats and cravats and ribbons and general frilly stuff. A maid cafe is like... "pretend you're rich for a day but still eat omelets."
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[ He shifts in his seat so he can massage both her shoulders now. It should help her relax! ]
It's a silly stereotype.
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[ She stretches her arms up off the side of the bed. She takes a deep breath and holds it, hoping he's gonna crack her back when he massages her. ]
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[ Though he's not sure how nice it would be if she stayed for long. Right now, it isn't even crossing his mind.
Seeing her relax some more only encourages him further as he massages her. He proceeds to properly knead her back. It's how he'd do it to someone who needs to relax after a stressful game, so it's probably calming. ]
Stay still.
[ He lifts one of her arms and then presses on her back. Hopefully it makes a sound! ]
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But for now, she says nothing and holds her breath, only letting it out after a rather substantial cracking sound. All of her everything rushes out and she faceplants on the bed. ]
I think my soul just left my body.
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Once more.
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She takes another deep breath and holds it, bracing for it while trying to relax. ]
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Lay down properly so you can rest. I'll be back with soup.
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[ She relaxes same as before, though not as dramatically this time, and after he gives direction, she props herself up on her shoes elbows. ]
Which way is properly?
[ Look the might have some weird standard she didn't know about, she thinks she's lying fine as-is... ]
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[ And if she follows, he'll tuck her in! She will be very comfortable. :)!! ]
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[ She sits up, then goes to lay down on her back, head on his pillow. ]
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I'll go make soup now.
[ He gets up and heads to the door. He'll have to find the book with the recipe for it... ]
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With croutons!
[ She calls after him. They don't have oyster crackers, but he said he had bread so maybe he can make her some croutons. After he's gone though, she just settles in and stares at the ceiling. Then eventually rolls over to her side to lay on her stomach again, oops. ]
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Akashi takes a little while to make the best tomato soup ever. There's some Dunamis infused in the soup to make her feel warm and loved, because that's how Akashi feels when he's with her. He doesn't want her to feel alone or inadequate or anything else ever again.
There are croutons, too... and cream cheese, should she want to add some to her soup.
He comes back to his room with a tray, a large bowl of soup at the centre. The bottle of cream cheese spread is next to it, as well as a glass of water. There's also two slices of toasted butter bread in case the croutons on the bowl aren't enough. ]
I normally don't eat in my room, but I'll make today an exception.
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Instead, she actually seems fine just doing something totally normal like smelling his pillow and rolling around under the covers to systematically pull the sheet up so it's completely around her. When he gets in, he's probably going to be annoyed that she's hogging the sheet, but the outer blankets are fine. ]
I can eat at the table if you want me to. I'm not sick, just sad.
[ She is taking this sheet with her if they go to the table though. It's burrito'd around her even as she scoots to sit up on the bed. ]
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[ He'll make her unroll herself from the blanket. >:( ]
I'll bring it to the dining area.
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[ Worm worm.. wiggle wiggle...
She manages to get out of the bed and stand up with the sheet wrapped around her. Impressively, the top blanket is somehow still properly on the bed, if somewhat rumpled.
Her strides are about three inches as she heads toward the door...... ]
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Is that more comfortable for you?
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