Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season [Kyo, Elyss]

“I didn’t ask, big guy.”

She felt like making that point clear just because. Jeez. Can he be any more useless? Well, that’s not fair, but it’s fair right now. It’s just Earth. All the food is literally the same. He just has to tell her his tastes, but if he’s going to be clueless, she’ll just take the reins and do whatever she wants. Now, what is she feeling for? You know, she hears that America likes to mimic Chinese food. They should definitely go and see if there are any places that actually serve something that’ll remind her of China. She can remember having some Chinese food in China with her parents when she was a human.

“Don’t be daft. This is a tourist place. Of course they’re going to have places to eat that ain’t shit. Also, cut out all the soft speaking crap. Ya sound like a pansy.”

Her mouth is wild right now, isn’t it? She’d never speak like this normally, but, for some reason, Kyo seems like he deserves the worst of her manners. Maybe it’s just the aura of a man about him that makes her just want to spit whatever comes to her head. Sort of reminds her of being around Arkin or Alex.

“Then you’d actually be doing something, huh? It’s just like Soul Society. Not like the food is that different. Besides, I don’t know anything about Florida.”

He’s being obnoxiously gentlemanly, isn’t he? She doesn’t hate it, but she doesn’t hang out with guys like him to feel like a pretty woman. Like Arkin, she’s looking for a good time. Considering that neither Julian nor Makoto has gotten back with her, it’s only safe to assume they’re still pulling their own weight, hopefully. She could have gone ahead and took the paper where it needed to go, but she’d rather wait for her team. She should wait for their weigh in before bothering anyone about this.

“Now then…”

With a small smile that seemed to threaten his very existence, she elbowed him: HARD.

“Call me short again.”

“Too bad everyone else has to work too, so suck it up.”

As if she’s going to show him any mercy. She invited him out, but he’s going to do the work. He shouldn’t have called her short, and he shouldn’t be pushing her buttons further, but he is. Her eyes darted away, a sudden spasm of hatred burning her thoughts. However, her response proved lackluster. It was nothing more than a huff, followed by a hand fixing her hair a bit, placing a few strands behind her ear. Her eyes suddenly soft, her scarred fingers left on her cheek, and a sullen expression on her face.

“Meanie…”

She muttered gently.

What a sucker. An absolute tool. Why do men get all soft and lame as soon as a gal pulls out the, “I have boobs and is femine?” Annoying, honestly. She had expected him to see through her little ploy, not play along like a toy poodle on a short leash. At least that was it with him. He didn’t harp on her little show, nor did he try obnoxiously hard to make her feel better. She shouldn’t mess around with people like that though. She probably could have had him hogtied to a bus and make him believe he deserved it.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever.”

Her scars? They’re annoying, but rewarding. She’s never brought them up before. Everyone has scars, some more than others. A lot of people prefer getting them removed though. The Gotei has that ability, but why? Scars aren’t even that bad, and they’re proof that you’ve been through thick and thin. It’s sort of like trying to erase your past or something, and she knows that’s something impossible to do.

“Looks like a nice place.”

Better to not think too hard about something as silly as war stories. She doesn’t have many to tell anyway. What a weird guy, asking a woman about her scars. Hasn’t even paid for their meal yet, sheesh. Following after him, she put on a rather passive expression, lazy eyes, thin lips, a yawn just because. She definitely could use a nap when she gets a chance.

“They’re just scars. I don’t think about it too much, but I guess…”

She cut herself off. What is she guessing? Anything she can tell him would sound the same, honestly. Most of her scars are from fighting Hollows. Only a few of them represent something more than just a bout with a monster. Those are stories she’d rather not share. Besides, Kyo’s banter is more interesting. He’s like a kid trying to decide what to order. The person taking his order is suffering through it, and all Elyss could do was shrug her shoulders.

“Drinks? Ah… Whatever you’re drinking. I’m not picky. Pick something good too.”