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.