Rat and Coffee (Senna/Jaesa)

“Hard to argue with that.” Jaesa answered with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Being human is a real pain in the ass, no?” The Arrancar honestly didn’t have an awful lot of time for jobs or anything like that and had never felt curious enough to actually try one for herself. Life was meant to be enjoyable in her opinion and whoever had any fun working? Anyway, she pushed the topic aside for the moment.

As Senna asked her what she wanted, Jaesa would smile after a few moments and reply. “A nice mocha I think for me. Something indulgent that contains chocolate.”

The line would soon enough dwindle until it was her turn, with the Arrancar swiftly making her order before moving aside so that Senna could say the same. Mmm. The woman taking the orders was rather cute although she wasn’t quite in Senna’s league.

The Arrancar cocked a brow as Senna suddenly confessed that she wasn’t all that fond of her own life. It was an unexpected admission and Jaesa tilted her head as she mused about how best to answer. Clearly, there was more to the young woman than met the eye and the mouse couldn’t help but pry a little, her interest in the woman continually growing. Perhaps this girl needed a little pick me up and the Arrancar wasn’t talking about coffee either.

“Is anyone normal?” She asked with a chuckle, before uttering in a more serious tone. “I take it that you’ve had it rough if you speak about your life like that. Rough childhood or something?”

The mouse had no clue as to what her own human life had been like but there's certainly been a few hairy moments during her time as an Arrancar. Events which had left scars on both her body and mind but they’d helped her become the woman she was now, so she supposed it was all worth it. Maybe?

Leading Senna to a table, Jaesa would take a seat beside the woman, puzzled slightly by the woman’s depressed tone. There was an awful lot of unhappiness there and the Arrancar of Obsession found herself wishing more and more to understand the reasons why. She was quick to attach herself to people anyway and already the mouse was eager to get to know the woman. Her focus was leaving those around them and becoming solely upon Senna.

“Was it truly that bad?” She asked gently, probing Senna and trying to get her to slowly open up further. The black haired woman did hate seeing an unhappy woman…unless it was a part of bedroom games anyway and Jaesa wondered if perhaps there was something in particular that haunted her new friend.