Night on the town

yuki looked at Len with a smile on her face." I am not that funny looking." she would raze her hand up to the light. " If any think my skin makes me look like a good cosplayer. Hmm..do people even cosplay any more?" she would have said this without thinking at all.

"yes you said chili 3 times. I'll have to make some if you like it that much." yuki was trying to remember what all was in chili. "sure we can go home. you been thru a lot.. hitting your head and all. " she would have a blank expression as she said. " Decent clothes? they would get ripped up in this form. wait.... WHATTT... why would guys stare at me for..." she would crawl up into a ball in the corner of the booth her legs pressed up against her chest. as she looked around to see who was looking at her. yuki's face was bright red.

"...You seen anyone else walking around in a swimsuit?" He responded to her coyly, a small smirk on his tired features that made up his face as the waitress brought over their food. He licked his lips, picking up a spoon that the waitress had layed on the table as well as the two glasses of water and the straws to drink them with. He opened his mouth wide as he shoveled the food right in; Len never really had anyone to teach him manners. As it was, he just ate at his food with relish, listening to her as she mused about cosplayers.

"Well, yeah, but these days, people not only cosplay, they BECOME them." Len explained, jabbing his fork in front of his face as he lowered it back onto the dish of mild-hot curry in front of him. Naturally, Yuki had her own curry, as well as her strawberry ice cream. "People take it so far they have their bodies permanently altered to look like that person. Can be kinda weird." He mused, blinking to himself as he felt a small amount of red on his own face as she mentioned her skin; he quickly drove the comment from his own mind as she continued on, taking a draught of his water as she talked to him.

"You can cook?" He asked with a small smile on his face, blinking. Len had always cooked for himself; he was quite used to it, so having someone else cook for him would be... odd. However, chili being one of his favorite foods, there wasn't a way in heck he was going to say no. "Oh! Nonono!" He exclaimed, slightly extending a hand out as she curled up. "It's not like... well... that. It's just... It looks kinda off, and people staring at you can't make you feel very comfortable..." He explained sheepishly, taking another bite of his curry before looking back up at her, swallowing and taking another drink. "So... how's your food?" He asked her, he himself blinking.

" people become them? that is so weird.. i can understand dressing up as one but to become them for the rest of your life... that is a bit much" she would blink and keep a blank expression." yes i can cook. or i think i can.. it cant be that hard right?" YA I'm sure I can." yuki had cooked before but it was so long a go... she was unsure if she steal could....

she would keep in the ball.. " yes.. I'm don't like people to looking at me." she would take a bit of the curry and the ice cream after it. " yes the food is good." yuki smiles and giggles at how len eats his. " so Len you steal go to school right? and you got a job two? you are a really busy person." she would go back to siting down normally. "so what kinda job do you have Len?"

"It can be... kind of hard. If you don't know what you're doing." Len admitted, knowing exactly what he was talking about. After all, he himself was speaking from experience; he had to learn how to cook for himself once he had left the orphanage. As it was, he was an adept enough chef; he could cook most things if he had instructions as to how. However, he realized that Yuki probably really wanted to try this, so he decided he would just let her.

"...No. I don't go to school; at least anymore. I work when I would normally be in school; I'm smart enough that I can have a job that supports me, or now, us, and they understand that. As it was, I sometimes wonder if I should go back to school; however, I think it would just remind me too much of the orphanage..." He reflected with a sigh, looking back up at her.

"Oh. I work at a spa; specifically, in the distrubution of the proper lotions and such. That's one of the reasons that my hair smells like lemons, no matter what color it changes; it's quite cool that way, as they allow me to get my shampoo that I need to use for it. If you wanted, we could find some special products for you too." He said as he reached his spoon back in, getting another bite of the curry on his plate and wondering what she would answer...