The Cat Who Cried Boyfriend[Amaranta, Khaana, Vanyel]

Under normal circumstances, perhaps Khaana would have behaved a little differently. Perhaps not quite pushed this whole shindig so far.

Oh the lie? Yea she fucking knew this cat didn't have no goddamn boyfriend. At least she didn't imagine that would be the case. At least not in the literal sense of the word. Did she believe that amaranta might be stringing some guy along under the pretense of the two of them beating the tar out of eachother? Sure. And perhaps if Amaranta had attempted a different angle she would have not been so incredulous. But teaching her to cook? That was a bit too odd for a hookup reason and Khaana had immediately grown suspicious.

After all, Amaranta was not so pedestrian. Some pretty guy teaching her to cook and they wound up dating? That sounded downright cute and romantic. It was riDICULOUS. It was a kind of story that was so adorable that it seemed absurd on the big cat.

Soooooo why was she doing this?

Because well, what if it WAS true? Or rather, what if Amaranta was misunderstanding a situation? Plenty of times the feline had shown her own limited understanding of huma culture, and so there was .... a non-insignificant portion of her that did worry if perhaps Amaranta was....terrorizing some poor guy into some weird situation that she considered dating. And frankly, she only grew more concerned the longers this went on. After all, Amaranta wasn't really the lying type. She was too proud for that. So what WAS going on? The entire way, she kept up a calm guise, making small talk, but as they got closer and closer to their destination, Khaana began to get concerned.

This was.... not a bad place. It was nothing like any of her penthouses, but it still seemed like a real house and not some shed dressed up for Ama's purposes. Was she for real taking her to some dude's house? And all the more, she furrowed her brows as she watched Amaranta knock instead of just letting herself in. What the fuck had she missed?

"You know you can just call me Khaana, you don't have to keep introducing me as your boss." She added. Not that it had ever bothered her before, but something about being shown to Ama's boyfriend as 'her boss' felt a little off. JEsus what kinda dude was going to walk out of there? Some kinda bodybuilder? An Arrancar? She could not for the life of her even imagine what her type was, and she watched intently, her Reikaku tense and alert as she felt the guy making his way towards the door. Thank god she hadn't chosen to go fancy. She had almost brought her fur lined jacket, but she figured a more lax look would be safer. Just a nice loose jacket and cargo pants, the faintest hint of a tank top under the jacket, and of course an eyepatch to cover her missing eye. No real 'casual'-ing that up.

An unamused glance flicked in Amaranta's direction at the reply she got about the nickname. She didn't bother with a snide response, especially not when the 'boyfriend' in question walked out into the door and promptly went all spooky scary on them.

Oh? some kinda ..pesquisa. She made a face as she ....smelled an odd smell in the air as he did whatever to sense them. What a weird sensation. Almost like she was being sniffed. ,But she didn't let that show too much. "Khaana. Pleasure to-"

She raised a brow as her introduction was cut short by the man curtly informing them to remove their footwear before entering the house. Well, she supposed if ever there was a boyfriend fo Amarantas, she guessed it wasn't too surprising that they wouldn't be one for polite introductions or greetings. Without so much as a hello, the man promptly slipped back inside with Amaranta in tow. She followed along, gently peeling her sneakers off with her ankles and then taking a moment to let her good eye sweep about and take in the man's dwelling. She was only passively paying attention to how Amaranta was ... engaging with him. She wasn't exactyl here to stare at PDA, and frankly, regardless of this was fake or not, she didn't want to encourage Amaranta to feel like she needed to prove herself.

Last thing she needed was the Lioness trying to fuck the poor guy in the middle of the livingroom to prove a point.

She remained silent for now, and let Amaranta do the talking for now.

The delayed introduction drew her attention, and she looked back to the young man quickly enough that she could see the sheepishness with which he offered his reciprocation. She smiled very slightly, a brief flicker of mirth as she appreciated the response. Oh? This wasn't quite what she expected, but this also had its merits. A more straight laced guy, but who gets flustered in social situations? She also noticed that Amaranta wasn't quite eye-fucking the guy either. Maybe she just was attracted to him more...genuinely? Was she fond of him for his personality? Hm.

The discussion of the food she stayed out of as Amaranta bragged just a little. Expected. Though the question about their relationship as
"Boss" and "Subordinate" certainly caused her to raise a brow. Did Amaranta not talk about her? She supposed she probably wouldn't. She provided certainly, but it seemed that she wasn't quite such a massive hallmark in Amaranta's life that she'd already told the young man. A bit ... disheartening. But well. Old as Amaranta was, she supposed it made sense. No doubt, she was just one of many humans who would live and die around her. Well, not that Khaana knew how long she could expect to live. Questions for ... well when she wasn't with company.

"Sounds delicious. And thanks for teaching her how to cook. It's kinda nice seeing her having a hobby that doesn't wreck buildings." She noted with a calm smile. "That's.... more or less the situation. I don't always need the assistance. But I give them the stuffthey need to enjoy their time on earth. integrate. And so on. And in exchange they do what I need them to do. Usually thats just hollow patrols and accompanying me when I go out to hunt. But technically it branches into other areas. Just never been something I really needed to do otherwise. Speaking of Kanako. Have they met?" She asked Amaranta , gesturing to Vanyel.

If this guy was nervous about a little social Faux Pas. She'd pay to see how he handled the big cuddly lizard.

All the same, she sat herself down wherver they decided to dine and tilted her head just a bit. "Gracen Arms. You guys did a bit of work in Africa right? I admit I'm not too familiar with you guys outside of that incident. What exactly IS Gracen arms?"