Living Dead Girl [Kokuto, Giselle]

The fuck?

Giselle grunted in irritation as she slowly rolled off of her spot on the floor. Sweating a bit from her workout and groaning as she slowly peeled herself off the fucking floor. Fuuuuuuck. She hated it. She hated it SO much! Everything hurt! She missed when shit didn't hurt at all. God dammit. FUCK! She hissed and slowly got up onto her knees, peeling her phone off the table and frowning. Surprise written across her face. Wait.... there was no text from Lil or Candice.... who the fuck was at her house?

She frowned at the door and sighed, snatching her cane up off the floor and slowly getting to her feet, hobbling her way over to the couch and picking her shirt off it. A pause.... sniffing it. Ew. Sjhe tossed it aside toward the hamper and frowned. "Just a minute!" She called out, sighing as she made her way to her room, rummaging around before finding a clean shirt and slipping it on. A quick spray of deodorant, and then she made her way over to the door.

"This better not be another fuck-..OH! Kokuto. It's you." She blinked in surprise as he waved at her, taking a moment to look over his shoulder, a pause as she half expected to see others with him, before she peeled the door open and nodded indoors. "Come on in. Sorry for the mess, I was in the middle of PT. Can I get you some tea? Coffee? What can I do for ya?" She ventured. Clearly a little....cught off guard by him showing up of all people, but she was still gonna be hospitable. Kinda ....surprised that one of her coworkers decided to visit her.

But well, no doubt Kokuto would be a little shocked. The Cane. That she wasn't puking up blood or sloughing skin anymore. Certainly a lot of differences from when he last saw her.

Heh.

She couldn't help the sly smirk that showed up on her face. Truth be told, Kokuto had always been a bit of a punk in her eyes. Cared too damn muich about the opinions of others. His whole shpiel about proving himself as a productive demon. A hypocritical sentiment to be sure, but that was just how she was. Hell, she even liked his short haired look a lot more than the ...uh... long hair look he was going for these days. But she kept that to herself. Especially seeing that genuine concern on the man's face.

Maybe it was the demon thing. Or maybe he was just a good kid. But .. strangely, Kokuto was among the ...shocking number of vandenreich memebrs who had never seemed all that terrified or wary of her. "Yea. Well, it's a little complicated. I'm better, but uh... well. Paid a bit of a price in order to be still kickin. Your Reikaku will probalby tell ya all you need to know, bud. Powers are all but gone. And my body's all kinds of fucked up from that, and how sick I was." She pointed out with a calm little sigh, sticking her tongue out impishly before lightly twirlling her cane.

"But hey. Don't go thinking I still can't kick some ass. I'll show you right here right now, I aint helpless. But uh..... yea. Tendered my resignation to the Reich." She paused...trailing off and looking out the window, at the sun burning in in bright morning glow. A sheepish smile playing across her face. "I've been an unstoppable undead machine for over a thousand years. This uh.... whole...recovery thing. It's not what I'm used to. And a little too close to the last time I almost died for my comfort." She admitted with a shrug. Not a shred of shame or concealment as she was fairly blunt about it.

"With no powers, I'm not the same gal I was. I'm not the Zombie. I'm just Giselle. And uh... that's gonna be a lot to process. So yea, been a pretty wild month." She snorted, barking out with a chuckle at the sheer depressing undertone to her announcement, delivered with that very same gremlin smile and tone as she always seemed to have. Old habits and all that shit.

A pause, glancing back to the demonic fellow.

"But hey. Still glad to see ya droppin by. Not gonna lie, I'm a little sad I'm not gonna get to see you grow with a front row seat. I'm not gonna pretend you were one of my favorite Ritters or nothin. But I always did find ya entertaining."

Giselle snorted at that. "Listen to you, trying to get this old ass woman's number. Heheheh. But yea I get what you mean, I'm not opposed to staying in contact." She grinned, a little obligatory ribbing added in there as she leaned back in the spot she sat in to consider. That was certainly a kind offer. However...

"That's nice of you to offer, but I got physical therapists and shit for all that. Thanks for the offer. And as for what I'm doin. Well, that's kinda the question." She murmured thoughtfully, drumming her fingers along the handle of her cane as she let her eyes drift to a close. It was something she'd been thinking about for a while now. "I'm gonna see about looking for a new job. Not sure exactly as what. But I don't wanna just sit on my ass. I got the money from my time in the reich. And some other stuff. Get to be as old as I am. You get a few .... nest eggs hidden away." Mainly in the form of old priceless antiques that basically were just, shit she owned accumulated for over a thousand years. But well, she wouldn't get into all that.

"I been looking at a few places. Mainly around where I grew up. Off around Austria and Germany. But Nothing for sure just yet." She noted casually enough.

Wow Kokuto was bad at this. Complimenting her looks in that weird awkward way. And also the contact was a little mutch. Those light elbows and the punch almost made her stagger over and she gave him a firm little SWAT on the wrist with her cane. "Oi oi oi, careful with the jabbin there buddy. Yer gonna make me bruise. Tch...... bruise... I used to shrug off getting shot in the head and now I gotta worry about bruising." She sighed, shaking her head and rolling her shoulders. A pause before she looked at him and chuckled.

What an awkward dude.

"Well sure. We can hang out sometime when you're free. Be careful though, my Girlfriend is territorial. If she thinks you're getting a bit too chummy she might wring your neck. But other than that, I'm happy to oblige." She pointed out. True. They didn't know eachother well. There wasn't a lot of room to get feelings or shit out.

But even so, it was nice that she had a casual friend from the Reich still. Briefly, her mind shifted to some other people she was more familiar with. But ..... people she imagined wouldn't be ..... interested in seeing her again. Or who were just too busy. It brought a wry smile to her face. She was glad for doofs like Kokuto.