[BIG YAWN SO CUTE HE DIDN'T NEED TO BE WOKEN UP TO THIS! WHAT THE FUCK! Rui just.
Stares.
At the yawn.
Then rubs his eyes again to mentally reset into Mad Sorcerer Mode. Okay, he can do this.] Of course you are. Did you think I was going to do a bad job? Goodness gracious, what to do with you...First, a name. That'll do nicely, I think, if I have your name.
[Without further ado, time to get redressed; a different robe, the same cape, monocle on, hair simply untied and let to do what it will. Then he unceremoniously scoops Mayoi up and pops him on his shoulder; gotta go for the Breakfast Trip together, goddamn it.] And do you know how to cook? No vegetables.
[You see, the problem is going to come when Mayoi begins reading you for the absolute facade this mad sorcerer business is, and when he figures it out, he is just not going to say anything about it. but he will know. Oh, will he know.]
A-Ah! Please forgive my thoughtlessness, I didn't mean to imply such a thing... [But, for now, this bond is very new and he is still quite frightened of his situation. He does not want to upset Rui in a way that would cause retaliation, so he will be skittish for some time.]
[He does flinch a little when Rui comes to scoop him up, and trembles until he is deposited onto his shoulder. After a moment of waiting, to make sure he is safe, he lets out a little sigh and hooks his little wing claws into Rui's clothing.]
...Mayoi. That is what I am called. [Familiars, the strange entities that they can be, can have a wide range of interesting names. Mayoi's being simply the word for hesitation or uncertainty paints an interesting picture of him, probably. Perhaps his previous master simply pegged him for a coward.]
I do know how to cook, I-I am ...if I may be bold, quite proficient. If you have any favorites or requests, all I need is an ingredients list and I can sort out most anything.
[HE'S JUST NOT USED TO COMPANY, BRO.............he's so pathetically lonely rip this man. Even just having Mayoi on his shoulder is nice, and he lets the pleasant warmth lull him into a few seconds of silence before speaking once more.]
Mayoi. That suits you. You don't speak with any certainty, do you? I'm the Great Kamishiro, fufufu~ Perhaps not so godlike, but I do take pride in my hard work. Which is why I need food that isn't garbage.
...But I don't care what you make. Consider this a test; make whatever you want, without vegetables, and if I like it, then you get another chore to keep those claws busy. [Cue even more giggles, slightly more ominous as if he'd actually punt Mayoi out the doorway or anything, as he opens the kitchen door with a flourish.
It's
normal. Just the average, homely kitchen. Well-stocked, at that.] I'm going to wash my face and hair in the sink while you work, so consider me your supervisor. Off you go.
[why is he fucking like this he's absolutely going to just dunk his head under the tap and make his hair dry fucking weird]
[It is comfortable now that he is settled. Despite his kneejerk reactions, Rui has a presence that does not make him uneasy. His ears perk up at him giving his name, though. It's true, he hadn't had it yet, though he did not feel it was right to ask. He is glad he has more than just "Master" to attribute to him now. Kamishiro was a nice, strong name, too. Very grandiose.]
--Ah!
[Oh, so then, that was probably to be expected. At his command, Mayoi flings himself off Rui's shoulder in the exact sort of grace a bat has (none). This time, though, its a little more purposeful, and before he hits the ground there's that familiar plume of smoke that gives way to his more human form.]
[Quickly, he bows his head and scurries off to go take stock of the kitchen.]
C-Consider it done!
[While he noses around in all of the shelves and cabinets, Rui can also probably get a proper look at this form now that he wasn't falling asleep. The robes he's wearing are worn, but well kept up, and when they were new, they were probably of good quality. There is a small emblem sewn into one of the sleeves that Rui may or may not recognize, depending on how well he knows the family names of certain magic council members.]
[His hair is still that soft messy purple, but Rui may notice it now sports a few streaks of a different shade, a color that closely matches Rui's own magic. His arm has also healed visibly well in this form as well, however what's more noticeable now is likely the presence of scars under those robes.]
[After a few moments of rummaging and muttering to himself, Mayoi will shyly turn towards Rui.]
....Ah, M-Master Kamishiro, I would like to ask what limits you would like placed on my magic usage...
[He would like to magic himself up a clipboard to make some notes, but ah, Rui may not want him to use magic at all!]
[Sadly, Rui's still trying to just wash his hair under the sink while Mayoi's talking to him, because he's a fucking mess and cold water feel good first thing in morning.
Once he realises that his new familiar's not taking the hint, however, he just turns, head still turned down and sopping wet, and 'looks' at him.]
...Mayoi.
[He's dripping onto the floor at an alarming rate.] I do not care about what magic you use. Use as much or as little as you want. I have more than enough to satiate your needs. Do you understand me? You aren't under my control here, past doing chores to my liking. When you aren't doing something I've asked you to, as long as you aren't sabotaging my work, safety, and solitude away from the rest of the world, I do not care.
May I resume waking up?
[he'll
he'll admire you in a minute, batsome. He's still fucking dead inside in general. Not a morning person.]
[He is being scolded, and it makes his blood run like ice for a moment. Perhaps it's good that Rui cannot see the shell-shocked way Mayoi is looking at him for the entire duration that he speaks to him.]
[His response takes a moment. He has to find his voice again, while he tries to desperately figure out how to navigate what suddenly feels like a minefield. Perhaps it seems very simple to Rui, setting these kinds of rules, but for Mayoi all he can see are traps and consequences.]
[But ...if he shows too much weakness, if he fails in being adaptable, then Rui may yet toss him away. His new master has no reason to care for what Mayoi may be used to, he needs only to learn the new rules as fast as possible. These kinds of warnings from his previous master would have dire consequences if he did not immediately correct his behavior, so he should not test his luck. Rui has been kind so far, but that kindness could run out.]
Yes. My apologies.
[It's the firmest response he's offered Rui so far. He quickly turns and resumes his task. With a hesitant flick of his wrist, Mayoi has a clipboard in his hand, and meticulously and quietly, he takes stock of the kitchen. He does not linger on that task for long, and as quickly as he's done, he begins making notes, brainstorming dishes based on the limitations he's been given, before he seems to have made a decision.]
[He's focused on his task with an unusual intensity and he exudes a confidence that has not yet been seen. He is rather talented in the kitchen, just don't pay any mind to the way his hands shake when he lingers too long idly.]
[Pretty soon the kitchen will start to smell very good as Mayoi cooks up a champions breakfast. Pancakes with a fruity glaze with fried eggs and bacon on the side.]
[Back under the tap, and he's just going to stay there for a good few minutes, lost in the sauce. It's only once he starts smelling all of that delicious food that he actually turns off the tap and starts wringing his hair out already.
He's still dripping wet, when he sits at the tiny kitchen table (clearly handmade, rustic and imperfect), but at a far less rapid rate than before at least? And his eyes are visible, visibly watching Mayoi working away like a man possessed with a subdued air of awe. Normally he just rolls out a piece of bread, slaps whatever's available on it, and makes a huge fucking pitcher of cold coffee. So to actually see a real feast take form right in front of him...
He whistles, lips curved in a faint smile and eyes wide with interest.]
I can already tell you that you passed. Even if it somehow tasted like absolute rubbish, that's more effort than I put into myself, for sure. I'll deal with the clean-up, so come sit.
And let me have a better look at that arm of yours, Mayoi~ Fluffy little chef~
[He passed. He allows himself a small breath of relief, and a great deal of the pent up terror that was running through his veins finally starts to bleed out of him. It's small, but it is more praise than he is used to receiving.]
[He nods his head, grateful, and does come to sit at the little table.]
Mm...My previous master had ...particular tastes and he often entertained those of high standing.
[Obediently he will hold out his arm for Rui to see. It's closed up nicely and will probably be nothing than a dull scar in a day or two. This close, though, Rui could see that it won't be his only scar.]
...It does not bother me so much anymore. I think it is nearly healed.
Ah, one of those types. You'll have far more freedom here, and infinitely less entertaining duty to worry about. If anyone approaches and I haven't already told you about it, simply lob things at them through the window until they leave. Fufuf--
[He's actually paying attention to Mayoi's appearance, though, and that means that he does see all those nasty little details. Definitely the embroidered crest, which makes him instantly want to rip it out in a fit of petty anger. Then the red streaks in Mayoi's hair, faint but gleaming in the light.
Then the scarring that he's sure is older than last night. His grip tightens enough to be firm and authoritative, before he points at one such offending mark and clicks his tongue.]
You're going to tell me what this is, and how many other marks he left. While we eat, so your hard work doesn't go to waste. I still have enough magic in me to send him an anonymous, strongly-worded letter his direction.
...I have a means to create magic traps that I could set up near your domain. They could be tripped by anyone you do not deem worthy of entering the premises...
[With a twitch of his ear and a flick of his wrist from his free hand his clipboard is back. It floats there and as he speaks it makes notes for him.]
[Ah, and he has also already begun planning meals for the week. If he got Rui's approval he could begin working on tha--]
...Eh?
[Oh, the scars. He reaches up to touch one with some thoughtfulness, but then he shakes his head.]
They are nothing, Master Kamishiro...please do not worry about them. They're merely ...the consequences of my shortcomings.
Forget the traps. I want to make two more things very, very clear.
[At least he lets go of Mayoi's arm; better actually start dishing himself up some breakfast to follow his own advice and eat this delicious meal while it's fresh. ...Even if the face he's pulling doesn't match the feelings he's getting from eating Yummy Food.]
One: you're going to be honest with me, or not say anything at all. And two: you won't get that here.
You're not going to get hurt here. That's my promise. This tower is yours almost as much as it is mine, for now; do you understand?
[He is getting scolded again. There's such a nasty little voice in his head telling him what an awful fuck up he is for already getting another scolding. He didn't know what he kept doing, but how long will it take for Rui to simply grow tired of him and strike him down just like--]
[Mayoi looks back at him in stunned silence as his words finally sink in, and as the realization hits him that Rui is being ...sincere ...serious ...there is suddenly a great weight on his chest. A grip around his heart. To be so hopeful and yet so afraid of something that's sitting right in front of him, it's almost too much.]
[His face is wet before he understands what's happening, Rui's visage in front of him blurring from view. With a pathetic little hiccup he covers his face with his robes and nods, trying to pull himself together.]
[He plates up the rest of the pancakes, bacon, and eggs for Mayoi, and gets to work cutting it up. It's time to handfeed the familiar, apparently.] Open wiiiiide~ Silly little thing~ Fluffy little Mayoi~ You're safe here, and you can just live however you want~ You don't have to fly awaaaay~
[Yeah, he absolutely just sang all of that.] And you know what? You're going to help me with your revenge~ Won't that be fun? But we'll need our energy~
Uuuu... Master has already taken such good care of meeee...!
[He will open up! He will let Rui feed him because he is so overwhelmed right now with emotion that he's practically dissociating. He's relieved by this feeling of safety, that it really does seem like Rui will not treat him like his previous Master, and he's overwhelmed by the notion of "freedom" which is something he's never experienced before.]
[He knows its the goal of every Familiar. But to have a taste of it so soon ...he isn't sure what to do with it. It will take time for him to adjust to the way things are. Hopefully Rui will continue to be so kind and patient with him.]
Revenge... [Hic...sob...] I can help ...I can help ...I know many things about him no one else does ...
[After he has managed to eat about all he can, which isn't very much with his small appetite (And it is possible he felt brave enough to go and collect himself a small bowl of fruit to eat), Mayoi will regard the robes he is wearing with something of a watery frown. He will regard the patch with the emblem.]
...Master Kamishiro ...is it possible for me to...to ask you a great favor...? I would like to wear your emblem if there is one.
[mmmmm yummy yummy eat that up mmmmm delicious. Rui's expression softens as he watches Mayoi eating, content to focus on him first and then eat his own meal. It's nice, watching him come out of his shell bit by bit, and the bait of revenge is always a delicious one when so harshly wronged.
But-- the emblem, yes. He frowns vaguely as his gaze follows Mayoi's, before he reaches over to take it between his fingers.
Then he balls his hand into a fist around the emblem, nose wrinkling with distaste.]
Do you really want to wear my emblem, when you could simply wear none at all and be your own man? Is that something that would actually bring you comfort, or is it just what's done? Think on your answer while I eat, and then we'll decide.
[With a small whuff and a puff of red light through his fingers, the emblem's neatly erased into immaculate, inhumanly clean fabric, and Rui sniffs with disdain as he leans back in his chair.] It'd be safer for you without my emblem, anyway. Especially when you go into town-- and you will be going, once you're up to it. I can't grow everything I need here.
[He supposes he should have expected that answer. It's not a no, of course, but he is starting to get a proper bead on the things Rui will say when he poses certain questions.]
[Now that he's had a chance to calm down and eat, and that he feels like the ground he is walking on will not immediately crumble under his feet, he can give it some thought and give Rui an answer that isn't born out of panic and self-preservation.]
...I wonder, ah- [And he pauses here, backtracking a little.] Forgive me if this is impolite to ask, but, does ...Master Kamishiro know very much about the nature of Familiars...?
[Though, that bit about being safer without it strikes him as odd and surprising. Does he have a poor reputation in town...? He seems a bit eccentric but, surely it isn't that bad...]
I-I have no protests against errands into town, though I ...I operate better in the later hours. The sun is an unfortunate weakness of mine.
Not really. I've never had one, and never had any inclination for it.
[Then again, the way he eats doesn't really...Speak to a civilised man. Man eats like a fucking Ghibli character too, sliding eggs into his mouth and eating pancakes with his fingers. God, what an absolute spread...He can't even finish it all, though he makes a good dent in his own plate; time to put it...back.......with everything else...before he fixes Mayoi with a serene, blank stare.]
I'll see about getting you a hat, if it's the sun that ails you. Should've guessed, shouldn't I?
...But do you really need to fuss over a crest of all things? We're linked together in the most painfully intimate way already; anything else is pointless and a waste of our time, otherwise.
[Well. No, but Mayoi is far too polite to comment on his strange eating habits. For now.]
[To subject of the crest, Mayoi just smiles. One of the few true smiles he's given him thus far. One that reaches his eyes.]
...The true and proper goal of every familiar is to earn our freedom through redemption. We are dark, horrid creatures who are born in the darkness of banishment. Through a contract with a mage, we are given a chance to become something more. To be given such a chance is ...is something to be proud of, Master Kamishiro.
[He touches the fabric where his old emblem was, and he frowns a little as he looks at it.]
If ...If I could wear your crest, then ...it will remind me that I have a chance still. That I could put that wretched past behind me. I care little for what others may think of it on my sleeve, for those born in the light could have no understanding of what it truly means.
[A pause, and then he feels shy again, face turning a little read and his eyes advert down.]
I hope ...I hope that is the sort of answer you were looking for.
So it's not a necessity at all, so far as maintaining your form or the like...But it's something that will keep you stable mentally.
[He sucks his fingers in thought, mulling over the idea of someone willingly being claimed like that.
...Siiiiiigh. Big, heavy sigh.]
Fine. It's sufficient. I can't have you crumbling to dust after all I've done just to keep you here already. Hold still. [He leans over, and grabs Mayoi's robe by the collar, yanking him forward just a touch. Another few seconds of red light shining through his fingers and making his hand glow translucent, before he lets go with a grunt.
It's a simple emblem; a golden sun, within a golden circle, identical to the one on his belt. Not the most ornate or arcane, but it's his.]
...As brilliant as the gods. Now you're a Kamishiro too, I suppose. Until we wipe that emblem clean, and you pick your own.
[That is certainly a way to put it. Mayoi nods a little, and there is relief in his eyes when Rui complies, though he does so roughly. Mayoi only squeaks a little in surprise, but he does not flinch or shake like he might have before.]
[He closes his eyes for a moment as the small flash of magic lights up where the old emblem once was. When it's done, He looks down and takes the fabric between his fingers so that he may trace its every thread. He smiles again, looking up finally.]
Yes ...that is what I wish for. When the day may come that I can stand in the light all on my own.
[And then that smile broadens for just a fraction of a moment before it evens out and then...]
[And then there is a gleam in his eye.]
Master Kamishiro, since I passed my test in the kitchen, would you be open to discussing a meal schedule moving forward ...? I have already taken extensive notes, if you would like to see.
...Somebody's getting cocky, aren't they? Are you really going to tell me when to eat?
[But he's smiling still, and it's not a knife's edge.] Fine, you passed, so I can humour you. Show me those notes and pitch your schedule, and then you're going to clean up your mess from last night while I work.
[...They're both going to clean, he means, but he's going to try and make it look like he's working instead. But for now, he's just going to scoot his chair over and sweep aside all of the cutlery and crockery, before patting the space freshly cleared.] Think of this as a test for how involved you are in the revenge plot, mm? If you plan well enough, I might allow a little order into proceedings.
I would not dream of such a thing, Master Kamishiro. I am merely creating guidelines.
[So, deep deep underneath that fear and anxiety is someone who is rather cheeky.]
Very well, I hope my efforts will be satisfactory, then. Let us see...
[Since his magic is not being limited, Mayoi will flick out his wrist again, and in that cleared space there becomes a few rows of "papers". They are magic, an extension of his clipboard, and faintly glow with a bit of red and purple energy.]
Ah, so the timing is based on when we woke today, but if that is an unusual time compared to your normal waking times, then the math will allow me to do some simple substitution...
[So, listed out for Rui is of course, three meals including a tea time, and several snacking breaks. He has also already inventoried the kitchen, and with that list of supplies is two long lists of ...recipes.]
You gave me the stipulation of "No Vegetables" so here is one list of the recipes I know without vegetables and the second list is for recipes I know where I can modify them into complying with "No Vegetables." if you have any other dietary restrictions, please do not hesitate to tell me, as well as any favorites or requests. I will place little stars next to the ones you like best.
[Well. Rui did ask. Turns out Mayoi is incredibly passionate about planning!! He looks very animated as he natters away. Its very cute. Look how his ears flick this way and that while he works.]
[This little shit! This cocky little shit! Rui doesn't even bother giving the papers more than a cursory look before he slams a hand down (beside them, careful to not upset them too much) and cackles. A full-body laugh, even; head thrown back, one foot stomping on the ground, the whole shebang.]
One night! One night's sleep, and look at you! A spine of titanium! Come here--
[He's not going to wait for Mayoi to 'come here', though. Just gonna lean over and pinch one soft batty cheek, still giggling away. Then without further ado, Rui gets to his feet, shakes his damp hair out, and motions loosely at all of that hard work.]
Looks good. Have fun with that, fufufu~ I'll meet you halfway and attend these new mealtimes whenever I have half a mind to; I don't want to miss out on your cooking. But there's work to be done, so I'll leave all of that to you. After all...I can see that you're all too excited to dig your fangs into this sort of drab paperwork~ [Perhaps The downside to Rui; he's very much entitled to his new familiar's personal space, casually reaching over to ghost a hand over one fluffy ear to underline his point.]
I've never read a book so easy to understand as you are. You're a funny little man~
E-Eh?? [NO NOT THE CHEEK.] Masteeeeer, please let go of meeeeee! My spine is nothing close to titanium! It is rubber! Cracked, crumbly rubber! The sort with dry rot...!
[He will rub his face a little when (if) Rui releases him. His ear will also react and flick away from his touch. Mayoi reaches up to guard them.]
...Oh. [So, he approved? Ah, ah, this is a big thing.] Yes, I like ...to do the boring meticulous things no one else does. I-I find it very soothing! S-So thank you for hearing me out. I will do my best to begin implementing them.
[And he will account for Rui being too busy to partake, though he will not say it.]
I am not an especially mysterious person, no ...Just a wretched thing who makes too many mistakes...
[But he will flick his wrist again to banish the papers.]
Protesting against me only proves my point! You've gotten bold already, Mayoi~ Getting ready to order me about and make me march to your own beat, brazen~
[His laughter gets waved off too, however; no need to get too silly right off the bat.
Haha. Bat.
Anyway, what's so important about the window that requires him to not be walking up there already? Rui's expression goes carefully serene once more, and he raises his eyebrows at Mayoi.]
...About the window? What about the window? Do you have any idea for busywork that's more important than plucking glass from my reagents?
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Stares.
At the yawn.
Then rubs his eyes again to mentally reset into Mad Sorcerer Mode. Okay, he can do this.] Of course you are. Did you think I was going to do a bad job? Goodness gracious, what to do with you...First, a name. That'll do nicely, I think, if I have your name.
[Without further ado, time to get redressed; a different robe, the same cape, monocle on, hair simply untied and let to do what it will. Then he unceremoniously scoops Mayoi up and pops him on his shoulder; gotta go for the Breakfast Trip together, goddamn it.] And do you know how to cook? No vegetables.
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A-Ah! Please forgive my thoughtlessness, I didn't mean to imply such a thing... [But, for now, this bond is very new and he is still quite frightened of his situation. He does not want to upset Rui in a way that would cause retaliation, so he will be skittish for some time.]
[He does flinch a little when Rui comes to scoop him up, and trembles until he is deposited onto his shoulder. After a moment of waiting, to make sure he is safe, he lets out a little sigh and hooks his little wing claws into Rui's clothing.]
...Mayoi. That is what I am called. [Familiars, the strange entities that they can be, can have a wide range of interesting names. Mayoi's being simply the word for hesitation or uncertainty paints an interesting picture of him, probably. Perhaps his previous master simply pegged him for a coward.]
I do know how to cook, I-I am ...if I may be bold, quite proficient. If you have any favorites or requests, all I need is an ingredients list and I can sort out most anything.
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Mayoi. That suits you. You don't speak with any certainty, do you? I'm the Great Kamishiro, fufufu~ Perhaps not so godlike, but I do take pride in my hard work. Which is why I need food that isn't garbage.
...But I don't care what you make. Consider this a test; make whatever you want, without vegetables, and if I like it, then you get another chore to keep those claws busy. [Cue even more giggles, slightly more ominous as if he'd actually punt Mayoi out the doorway or anything, as he opens the kitchen door with a flourish.
It's
normal. Just the average, homely kitchen. Well-stocked, at that.] I'm going to wash my face and hair in the sink while you work, so consider me your supervisor. Off you go.
[why is he fucking like this he's absolutely going to just dunk his head under the tap and make his hair dry fucking weird]
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--Ah!
[Oh, so then, that was probably to be expected. At his command, Mayoi flings himself off Rui's shoulder in the exact sort of grace a bat has (none). This time, though, its a little more purposeful, and before he hits the ground there's that familiar plume of smoke that gives way to his more human form.]
[Quickly, he bows his head and scurries off to go take stock of the kitchen.]
C-Consider it done!
[While he noses around in all of the shelves and cabinets, Rui can also probably get a proper look at this form now that he wasn't falling asleep. The robes he's wearing are worn, but well kept up, and when they were new, they were probably of good quality. There is a small emblem sewn into one of the sleeves that Rui may or may not recognize, depending on how well he knows the family names of certain magic council members.]
[His hair is still that soft messy purple, but Rui may notice it now sports a few streaks of a different shade, a color that closely matches Rui's own magic. His arm has also healed visibly well in this form as well, however what's more noticeable now is likely the presence of scars under those robes.]
[After a few moments of rummaging and muttering to himself, Mayoi will shyly turn towards Rui.]
....Ah, M-Master Kamishiro, I would like to ask what limits you would like placed on my magic usage...
[He would like to magic himself up a clipboard to make some notes, but ah, Rui may not want him to use magic at all!]
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Once he realises that his new familiar's not taking the hint, however, he just turns, head still turned down and sopping wet, and 'looks' at him.]
...Mayoi.
[He's dripping onto the floor at an alarming rate.] I do not care about what magic you use. Use as much or as little as you want. I have more than enough to satiate your needs. Do you understand me? You aren't under my control here, past doing chores to my liking. When you aren't doing something I've asked you to, as long as you aren't sabotaging my work, safety, and solitude away from the rest of the world, I do not care.
May I resume waking up?
[he'll
he'll admire you in a minute, batsome. He's still fucking dead inside in general. Not a morning person.]
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[He is being scolded, and it makes his blood run like ice for a moment. Perhaps it's good that Rui cannot see the shell-shocked way Mayoi is looking at him for the entire duration that he speaks to him.]
[His response takes a moment. He has to find his voice again, while he tries to desperately figure out how to navigate what suddenly feels like a minefield. Perhaps it seems very simple to Rui, setting these kinds of rules, but for Mayoi all he can see are traps and consequences.]
[But ...if he shows too much weakness, if he fails in being adaptable, then Rui may yet toss him away. His new master has no reason to care for what Mayoi may be used to, he needs only to learn the new rules as fast as possible. These kinds of warnings from his previous master would have dire consequences if he did not immediately correct his behavior, so he should not test his luck. Rui has been kind so far, but that kindness could run out.]
Yes. My apologies.
[It's the firmest response he's offered Rui so far. He quickly turns and resumes his task. With a hesitant flick of his wrist, Mayoi has a clipboard in his hand, and meticulously and quietly, he takes stock of the kitchen. He does not linger on that task for long, and as quickly as he's done, he begins making notes, brainstorming dishes based on the limitations he's been given, before he seems to have made a decision.]
[He's focused on his task with an unusual intensity and he exudes a confidence that has not yet been seen. He is rather talented in the kitchen, just don't pay any mind to the way his hands shake when he lingers too long idly.]
[Pretty soon the kitchen will start to smell very good as Mayoi cooks up a champions breakfast. Pancakes with a fruity glaze with fried eggs and bacon on the side.]
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[Back under the tap, and he's just going to stay there for a good few minutes, lost in the sauce. It's only once he starts smelling all of that delicious food that he actually turns off the tap and starts wringing his hair out already.
He's still dripping wet, when he sits at the tiny kitchen table (clearly handmade, rustic and imperfect), but at a far less rapid rate than before at least? And his eyes are visible, visibly watching Mayoi working away like a man possessed with a subdued air of awe. Normally he just rolls out a piece of bread, slaps whatever's available on it, and makes a huge fucking pitcher of cold coffee. So to actually see a real feast take form right in front of him...
He whistles, lips curved in a faint smile and eyes wide with interest.]
I can already tell you that you passed. Even if it somehow tasted like absolute rubbish, that's more effort than I put into myself, for sure. I'll deal with the clean-up, so come sit.
And let me have a better look at that arm of yours, Mayoi~ Fluffy little chef~
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[He nods his head, grateful, and does come to sit at the little table.]
Mm...My previous master had ...particular tastes and he often entertained those of high standing.
[Obediently he will hold out his arm for Rui to see. It's closed up nicely and will probably be nothing than a dull scar in a day or two. This close, though, Rui could see that it won't be his only scar.]
...It does not bother me so much anymore. I think it is nearly healed.
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[He's actually paying attention to Mayoi's appearance, though, and that means that he does see all those nasty little details. Definitely the embroidered crest, which makes him instantly want to rip it out in a fit of petty anger. Then the red streaks in Mayoi's hair, faint but gleaming in the light.
Then the scarring that he's sure is older than last night. His grip tightens enough to be firm and authoritative, before he points at one such offending mark and clicks his tongue.]
You're going to tell me what this is, and how many other marks he left. While we eat, so your hard work doesn't go to waste. I still have enough magic in me to send him an anonymous, strongly-worded letter his direction.
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[With a twitch of his ear and a flick of his wrist from his free hand his clipboard is back. It floats there and as he speaks it makes notes for him.]
[Ah, and he has also already begun planning meals for the week. If he got Rui's approval he could begin working on tha--]
...Eh?
[Oh, the scars. He reaches up to touch one with some thoughtfulness, but then he shakes his head.]
They are nothing, Master Kamishiro...please do not worry about them. They're merely ...the consequences of my shortcomings.
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[At least he lets go of Mayoi's arm; better actually start dishing himself up some breakfast to follow his own advice and eat this delicious meal while it's fresh. ...Even if the face he's pulling doesn't match the feelings he's getting from eating Yummy Food.]
One: you're going to be honest with me, or not say anything at all. And two: you won't get that here.
You're not going to get hurt here. That's my promise. This tower is yours almost as much as it is mine, for now; do you understand?
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[Mayoi looks back at him in stunned silence as his words finally sink in, and as the realization hits him that Rui is being ...sincere ...serious ...there is suddenly a great weight on his chest. A grip around his heart. To be so hopeful and yet so afraid of something that's sitting right in front of him, it's almost too much.]
[His face is wet before he understands what's happening, Rui's visage in front of him blurring from view. With a pathetic little hiccup he covers his face with his robes and nods, trying to pull himself together.]
Y-yes...I-I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry.
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[He plates up the rest of the pancakes, bacon, and eggs for Mayoi, and gets to work cutting it up. It's time to handfeed the familiar, apparently.] Open wiiiiide~ Silly little thing~ Fluffy little Mayoi~ You're safe here, and you can just live however you want~ You don't have to fly awaaaay~
[Yeah, he absolutely just sang all of that.] And you know what? You're going to help me with your revenge~ Won't that be fun? But we'll need our energy~
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[He will open up! He will let Rui feed him because he is so overwhelmed right now with emotion that he's practically dissociating. He's relieved by this feeling of safety, that it really does seem like Rui will not treat him like his previous Master, and he's overwhelmed by the notion of "freedom" which is something he's never experienced before.]
[He knows its the goal of every Familiar. But to have a taste of it so soon ...he isn't sure what to do with it. It will take time for him to adjust to the way things are. Hopefully Rui will continue to be so kind and patient with him.]
Revenge... [Hic...sob...] I can help ...I can help ...I know many things about him no one else does ...
[After he has managed to eat about all he can, which isn't very much with his small appetite (And it is possible he felt brave enough to go and collect himself a small bowl of fruit to eat), Mayoi will regard the robes he is wearing with something of a watery frown. He will regard the patch with the emblem.]
...Master Kamishiro ...is it possible for me to...to ask you a great favor...? I would like to wear your emblem if there is one.
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But-- the emblem, yes. He frowns vaguely as his gaze follows Mayoi's, before he reaches over to take it between his fingers.
Then he balls his hand into a fist around the emblem, nose wrinkling with distaste.]
Do you really want to wear my emblem, when you could simply wear none at all and be your own man? Is that something that would actually bring you comfort, or is it just what's done? Think on your answer while I eat, and then we'll decide.
[With a small whuff and a puff of red light through his fingers, the emblem's neatly erased into immaculate, inhumanly clean fabric, and Rui sniffs with disdain as he leans back in his chair.] It'd be safer for you without my emblem, anyway. Especially when you go into town-- and you will be going, once you're up to it. I can't grow everything I need here.
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[Now that he's had a chance to calm down and eat, and that he feels like the ground he is walking on will not immediately crumble under his feet, he can give it some thought and give Rui an answer that isn't born out of panic and self-preservation.]
...I wonder, ah- [And he pauses here, backtracking a little.] Forgive me if this is impolite to ask, but, does ...Master Kamishiro know very much about the nature of Familiars...?
[Though, that bit about being safer without it strikes him as odd and surprising. Does he have a poor reputation in town...? He seems a bit eccentric but, surely it isn't that bad...]
I-I have no protests against errands into town, though I ...I operate better in the later hours. The sun is an unfortunate weakness of mine.
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[Then again, the way he eats doesn't really...Speak to a civilised man. Man eats like a fucking Ghibli character too, sliding eggs into his mouth and eating pancakes with his fingers. God, what an absolute spread...He can't even finish it all, though he makes a good dent in his own plate; time to put it...back.......with everything else...before he fixes Mayoi with a serene, blank stare.]
I'll see about getting you a hat, if it's the sun that ails you. Should've guessed, shouldn't I?
...But do you really need to fuss over a crest of all things? We're linked together in the most painfully intimate way already; anything else is pointless and a waste of our time, otherwise.
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[To subject of the crest, Mayoi just smiles. One of the few true smiles he's given him thus far. One that reaches his eyes.]
...The true and proper goal of every familiar is to earn our freedom through redemption. We are dark, horrid creatures who are born in the darkness of banishment. Through a contract with a mage, we are given a chance to become something more. To be given such a chance is ...is something to be proud of, Master Kamishiro.
[He touches the fabric where his old emblem was, and he frowns a little as he looks at it.]
If ...If I could wear your crest, then ...it will remind me that I have a chance still. That I could put that wretched past behind me. I care little for what others may think of it on my sleeve, for those born in the light could have no understanding of what it truly means.
[A pause, and then he feels shy again, face turning a little read and his eyes advert down.]
I hope ...I hope that is the sort of answer you were looking for.
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So it's not a necessity at all, so far as maintaining your form or the like...But it's something that will keep you stable mentally.
[He sucks his fingers in thought, mulling over the idea of someone willingly being claimed like that.
...Siiiiiigh. Big, heavy sigh.]
Fine. It's sufficient. I can't have you crumbling to dust after all I've done just to keep you here already. Hold still. [He leans over, and grabs Mayoi's robe by the collar, yanking him forward just a touch. Another few seconds of red light shining through his fingers and making his hand glow translucent, before he lets go with a grunt.
It's a simple emblem; a golden sun, within a golden circle, identical to the one on his belt. Not the most ornate or arcane, but it's his.]
...As brilliant as the gods. Now you're a Kamishiro too, I suppose. Until we wipe that emblem clean, and you pick your own.
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[He closes his eyes for a moment as the small flash of magic lights up where the old emblem once was. When it's done, He looks down and takes the fabric between his fingers so that he may trace its every thread. He smiles again, looking up finally.]
Yes ...that is what I wish for. When the day may come that I can stand in the light all on my own.
[And then that smile broadens for just a fraction of a moment before it evens out and then...]
[And then there is a gleam in his eye.]
Master Kamishiro, since I passed my test in the kitchen, would you be open to discussing a meal schedule moving forward ...? I have already taken extensive notes, if you would like to see.
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[But he's smiling still, and it's not a knife's edge.] Fine, you passed, so I can humour you. Show me those notes and pitch your schedule, and then you're going to clean up your mess from last night while I work.
[...They're both going to clean, he means, but he's going to try and make it look like he's working instead. But for now, he's just going to scoot his chair over and sweep aside all of the cutlery and crockery, before patting the space freshly cleared.] Think of this as a test for how involved you are in the revenge plot, mm? If you plan well enough, I might allow a little order into proceedings.
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[So, deep deep underneath that fear and anxiety is someone who is rather cheeky.]
Very well, I hope my efforts will be satisfactory, then. Let us see...
[Since his magic is not being limited, Mayoi will flick out his wrist again, and in that cleared space there becomes a few rows of "papers". They are magic, an extension of his clipboard, and faintly glow with a bit of red and purple energy.]
Ah, so the timing is based on when we woke today, but if that is an unusual time compared to your normal waking times, then the math will allow me to do some simple substitution...
[So, listed out for Rui is of course, three meals including a tea time, and several snacking breaks. He has also already inventoried the kitchen, and with that list of supplies is two long lists of ...recipes.]
You gave me the stipulation of "No Vegetables" so here is one list of the recipes I know without vegetables and the second list is for recipes I know where I can modify them into complying with "No Vegetables." if you have any other dietary restrictions, please do not hesitate to tell me, as well as any favorites or requests. I will place little stars next to the ones you like best.
[Well. Rui did ask. Turns out Mayoi is incredibly passionate about planning!! He looks very animated as he natters away. Its very cute. Look how his ears flick this way and that while he works.]
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One night! One night's sleep, and look at you! A spine of titanium! Come here--
[He's not going to wait for Mayoi to 'come here', though. Just gonna lean over and pinch one soft batty cheek, still giggling away. Then without further ado, Rui gets to his feet, shakes his damp hair out, and motions loosely at all of that hard work.]
Looks good. Have fun with that, fufufu~ I'll meet you halfway and attend these new mealtimes whenever I have half a mind to; I don't want to miss out on your cooking. But there's work to be done, so I'll leave all of that to you. After all...I can see that you're all too excited to dig your fangs into this sort of drab paperwork~ [Perhaps The downside to Rui; he's very much entitled to his new familiar's personal space, casually reaching over to ghost a hand over one fluffy ear to underline his point.]
I've never read a book so easy to understand as you are. You're a funny little man~
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[He will rub his face a little when (if) Rui releases him. His ear will also react and flick away from his touch. Mayoi reaches up to guard them.]
...Oh. [So, he approved? Ah, ah, this is a big thing.] Yes, I like ...to do the boring meticulous things no one else does. I-I find it very soothing! S-So thank you for hearing me out. I will do my best to begin implementing them.
[And he will account for Rui being too busy to partake, though he will not say it.]
I am not an especially mysterious person, no ...Just a wretched thing who makes too many mistakes...
[But he will flick his wrist again to banish the papers.]
Ah, about the window...
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[His laughter gets waved off too, however; no need to get too silly right off the bat.
Haha. Bat.
Anyway, what's so important about the window that requires him to not be walking up there already? Rui's expression goes carefully serene once more, and he raises his eyebrows at Mayoi.]
...About the window? What about the window? Do you have any idea for busywork that's more important than plucking glass from my reagents?
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oh my god why is he so fucking cute, jami???
because he is an adorable wet cat with pathetic eyes how can you resist
i just want to clean his eyes and put him in a jar _(:'37 L)_
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https://images.plurk.com/4aw7QsrYOI0dZTiYtxn3tJ.png
GOD I LOVE HIM I TUCKS THIS IN MY FOLDER X( look at him holding the chicken omg
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