Luna woke up and looked around, her body clear of any injuries. She still looked Paul, and the only thing not wal were two small cuts on her neck.
I can't...
- Sailor Song
- Closed
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She found herself in a room that was rather plain, white walls, wooden flooring, with little furniture aside from the bed she was laying on and the bedside table with the water bottle on it. The smell of cooking meat wafted from the open door. Meanwhile, James had just finished cooking, and prepared two plates. He had to admit to himself that he was a rather good cook, provided he had the right ingredients.
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Luna looked at the water and drank some, questioning where she was. For the moment, she was okay. Whoever this guy was, he was kind enough to give her shelter. Smelling the meat, she smiled and looked at the door , hearing someone.
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After cutting the meat into pieces and putting them on two plates, he grabbed a pair of forks and headed upstairs, wondering if the girl was up yet. If so, he could at least get some answers, if she were up for it, at least.
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Luna stared at her clothes, horribly torn and slightly revealing in her eyes. She tried to fix it, not noticing him as he comes in.
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James smiles a bit, and speaks up. "Good evening. I hope you had a nice rest, miss..." He had a faint British accent, though he spoke like he were born in America, which was an intriguing voice development.
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Luna looked at him, blushing imideatly. "I-I'm.. I'm sorry for the inconviemce.."
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"No no, it's nothing at all! You were hurt, so I couldn't just leave you there. And, well, here we are." He continued to smile warmly, walking over, and handed her one of the plates. "The names' James, by the way."
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Luna took the plate, her hand brushing over his as she smiled lightly, "Thank you. I'm Luna.."
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James couldn't help but blush a little at the contact. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Luna." He sat down at the edge of the bed, eating the meat cubes on his plate.
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Luna stared at it, "There's.. There isn't any garlic, right?"
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"No... Unfortunately I ran out yesterday, and haven't had the time to buy some more, so the seasoning is with out garlic..." He continues to eat.
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Luna sighs in relif before eatting a little, "not bad.. For a man." She said, smiling lightly.
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He grins a bit. "Oh, and I'm guessing you're a gourmet chef..."
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Luna giggles cutely, "no, but I've eaten food before. Though.. Some isn't quite like you could make in a kitchen."
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"Oh? And what would that be..?" He asked her. James didn't know of many, if any, foods that weren't prepared in a kitchen.
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Luna froze, "um...... Fruits?"
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"..Hmm... Good point...." He stares at her a moment longer before turning back to his close to empty plate. He didn't like the way she had froze when he asked that question. It was almost as if she were trying to hide something...
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Luna looked around, "You work at the blacksmiths, right?"
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"Hm? Oh, yes I do. It's difficult at times, but I manage."