IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[kuramaless]

[Don't giggle!

He's still got that look, but his interest is piqued there.]

Somethin' bothering ya?

Er-- Was just seein' how you are and that.

[samantha_grey]

mmm? No, nothing that isn't just an every day annoyance. Affadil stinks when you cure it. Too much snow to shovel, that sort of thing.

...well, ok, I and half of Asgard want to kick Voldemort's ass, but that's beside the po...

[blink. Wait. Didn't people check up on folks they were interested in? She certainly did. Her cheeks heated a little and she smiled.]

Did you maybe want me to cook something for you like we'd talked?

[kuramaless]

Oh right. If you're sure though. [He would always be around to try and help.]

Voldemort? [Perhaps he really had slept for a little longer than he'd thought.]

Uh-- If you ain't busy? Could have that stir fry thing you were talkin' about?

[samantha_grey]

Let's not talk about him. It's not a pleasant topic, and it really doesn't affect me directly. It's just ... something I've been thinking about a little.

[She sighed, regretting mentioning it. He could be easy to get derailed. She nodded at the request though, latching onto that.]

Sure. Did you need directions to my place? I'm living in paid housing over in Loki.

[kuramaless]

Oh. Okay. Well, I wanna hear about. If you know, something's goin' on or whatever?

[But she's sighing, and he's learnt a lot about girls sighing in his time.]

Directions-- yeah. Can you send that thing that tells ya where t'go? You want me to uh come over now?

[samantha_grey]

I'll tell you another time. Don't worry. I'm not in trouble. [She did exactly what he asked with the full directions on how to get to her place.] Yeah, it'll take you a bit to get over here, so if you come over now, I'll be a fair bit done with the cooking.

...

unless you want to watch me cook that is.

[kuramaless]

Yeah. Okay.

[He could be convinced. She didn't look hurt.

Did she want him to watch her cook though? Was that some kind of test?]

I er-- Well, I'm gonna come over now, yeah? If you wanna start cookin'?

[samantha_grey]

Sure. [Nope, not a test. Samantha only tested to tease or if she was pissed off. But she was a girl. girls were tricky, right Naruto?]

I'll see you here soon. Oh yeah, while you're coming over, do you drink or no?

[kuramaless]

Yeah.

[Really tricky. He's sure he's made things worse by bringing Sam up with Sakura... but Sam didn't need to hear about that.]

Eh?

'Course I drink. I'd die if I didn't right?

[samantha_grey]

Alcohol, silly. Booze. Do you drink it, or just tea, water and stuff. I have some wine and a little whiskey at the apartment, after all.

[kuramaless]

Huh? Oh!

Like, sake?

[Did he just pull a face? Yeah, might have done.]

Er. I dunno?

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, like sake. I don't have that, but I do have wine. We can decide when you get over her. It's no big deal.

[kuramaless]

Right.

Well, I'm leavin' so...

See ya in a minute.

[samantha_grey]

[She wished him on his way, and by the time that he got to the door, he'd find a note telling him to come on in and lock the door behind him. Once upon a time she wouldn't have dared something like that. Now, though, she was confident in her ability to defend herself, and trying to open herself up at least a little.

The smells coming from the back were strong, very strong. Anything she called 'mild' was at least medium heat if not a little into the hot category. He did, however, definitely catch the smell of cooking pork.]

[kuramaless]

[He tried his best to get to Sam's as quickly as he could, without breaking into a run. In fact, he happily checked through the network on his way, narrowly avoiding a few lampposts and buildings on the way.

Obediently, he followed the instructions on the note - unable to help the bubble of anxiety that rose as he turned the lock that would keep them both inside.

All of that was pretty much forgotten when he smelt her cooking, and he was quick to unzip his coat, kick off his shoes and follow his nose.]

Oi. Y'there?

[samantha_grey]

[Her head peeked out of the corner of the counter into the kitchenette. Brandishing a stirring spoon, she waved and slipped back out of sight.] Yeah, I'm in the kitchen right now. You can make yourself comfortable wherever you like.

[kuramaless]

[His whole face lit up without much notice to his own reaction - and he was quick to shrug off his coat, shoving it on a chair and wandering over to the kitchenette, leaning up on tip toes to get a look at what she was doing.]

Smells--

good?

[samantha_grey]

[Definitely stir fry. She's got noodles going along with a fairly decent number of vegetables and pork, all in a brownish sauce that smelled somewhere between curry and schezuan.]

I'd hope so. How you doing, Naruto?

[kuramaless]

[Naruto eventually finds a place not too far from her, leaning both palms against the edge of the counter to prop himself up and look at he pan.]

Yeah yeah.

Oh, er-- yeah. I'm good y'know?

Are, uh-- you?

[samantha_grey]

[She flipped the contents and stirred them again. Smirking at him, she shrugged and sniffed, taking a spoon to have a taste of the sauce before offering some to him. It was hot, but not too hot.]

I'm pretty good. Haven't been going too crazy lately. tomorrow's going to be a bit rough, though.

day 395. text.

[redhourglass]

I heard you were the person to get in touch with if I was interested in poisons.

Text

[samantha_grey]

Yeah. Asclepus has a couple, but they specialize in curatives. I'm going to be getting on the train in an hour to go to Alfheim. If you're going that way, I'll bring some stock with, or you can hurry over to Pinch in Loki.

Or I should be back in a day or two. Your call.

text. wow i don't want to tell you how many times i wrote 'anon'.

[redhourglass]

i'll be heading that way anyway. i'll find you.

Old habits, old habits.

[samantha_grey]

To the shop, or to Alfheim? either way, I'll be happy to help. Pinch, your one stop shop for being less than friendly to someone that's hopefully earned it.

[redhourglass]

to alfheim. i'll find you on the train.

and no one in particular.