1.12 Beef Tartare
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
[] Just a few hours. … It can't hurt. Just two, or three more hours, right? You're not sure what you're going to do. Something fun, according to Sun, and well. That's a bit beyond "food tasting" but sure. You can do "fun".
Your eyes flick away from Sun, and up towards the wall. The clock on the wall ticks by without a care – early evening, or late afternoon to some. You're already cutting it close as is, and even if you're not even close to the Night, going out at night is hardly a good idea. Hidden under the night, that's when the worst of the Backstreets start to creep out of their woods, like the bogeymen from mostly forgotten fairy tales, preying on those silly enough to stay outside this late.
You glance down at your plate of croffles, and then back to Sun.
You let out a growl, settling back down to your seat. "Sure, I'll stay –"
Sun gasps
"—but just for a few hours!" You cut her off, scowling. "I'm not gonna sleep here."
"O-oh," she deflates a little at that, but the smile leaves her face. "Still, thank you!" is it just you, or is it a little to bright in here? "Thank you! You won't regret this, I swear!"
Clicking your tongue, you look away. "Yeah, whatever," you grumble, staring at your quickly depleting plate of croffle. She made only four, and now there's only one piece left; another piece in your hand. "But next time –" next time? "—just fucking tell me, alright?" you look up, shooting her a sharp look. "I ain't that kinda gal," Sun cringes at that. "And I ain't that kinda Fixer either," you don't even know if something like 'this' can be taken as a job in the first place. At the very least, Scarecrow's not the Office for it. You think. "So y'know," you gesture vaguely at the air. "Fucking let me know."
Flinching, Sun lowers her head. "M-mhm! Next time, I promise," there's a pause, and Sun glances up at you. "S-sorry, I didn't think – I know, I know it feels like I'm forcing you, and I don't want to be a burden, making you do these things for free, and…" she trails off, a small smile on her lips. "You know."
"So payin' me to do things I don't wanna somehow makes it better?" Sun stares at you, wide-eyed. Scoffing, you roll your eyes. "Well, it does," she blinks. "And you already paid me, for that matter," Sun furrows her eyebrows. "This," you gesture at your plate, and Sun makes a noise of understanding. "So I'm not doing this for free – and 'sides, this ain't an actual job request, so I woulda fucked off if I don't wanna be here."
Sun gasps.
"What?" you narrow your eyes. "What did I fucking say?"
"N-nothing!" she waves her hands quickly, and you eye her suspiciously. Did you say something stupid? She giggles. Your glare doubles. It feels like you just said something stupid. "Ehehe. It's nothing, really! But, um, okay! So!"
She presses her hands on the table, and beams at you.
You groan, biting into your second-last piece of croffle. It's fucking bright. "… So what now?"
For the first time, her smile falters. "Um…" her eyes trace around the room, frowning in thought. She fidgets, and the silence lingers. You watch with a smirk, idly pouring the condensed milk, and chocolate syrup together over the croffle, and – it takes some effort to grab it in a way not to leave your hand covered and dripping with syrup. You fail, but God, is it worth it. "Oh!" Sun jumps, and you also jump a little. Her eyes are on you. Or rather, on your piece of croffle. "How about dinner?"
Your eyes widen. "D-din –" you gulp down your croffle, slamming your chest. Ouch, that one didn't go down well. "… Dinner?"
"Yeah," she nods, before cringing. "Or maybe not? Sorry, I guess you're already –"
"Why didn't you say that from the start?" you exclaim, banging your palm at the table. Sun leans back. "I mean," you clear your throat, staring at your empty, sticking fingers. "Dinner sounds good."
Sun giggles. "So, um, what do you want?"
You raise an eyebrow. "What do I want?"
Sun nods. "… There's – I have a lot in my fridge," her face falls at that, but the smile returns almost immediately. "And I can also cook!" she pumps her hand, smiling confidently. "So if there's anything you want to eat… like a favorite food?"
Favorite food, huh? Well, it's obviously HamHamPangPang sandwiches. They're really delicious, and somewhat on the lower end in terms of cost, but that wouldn't be the same. HamHamPangPang is good because they are HamHamPangPang. Dozens have tried to replicate it, and dozens have utterly failed, their results ending up a disappointment. There's something about HamHamPangPang, and that something is one-of-a-kind.
"Anything's good," you shrug, mumbling, thinking of that crispy, and juicy pork-cutlet between two beds of bread. "I ain't picky."
Frowning thoughtfully, Sun places a hand under her chin. "But you have something that you like, right, Lily? Meat, fish –"
Meat.
"Meat," you cut her off. You bob your head. Meat. Uh-huh. Yeah. "Meat sounds good."
"Oh," she starts, tilting her head to one side. She hums, tilting her head to the other side. And then – "Oh!" she jumps, eyes sparkling. She awkwardly clambers up to her feet, clapping her hands once. "Then let's have a barbecue!"
"Wha?"
You watch, almost in a daze, as Sun goes into the kitchen, returning with a portable stove, and a huge-ass black iron plate – cast-iron, Sun comments idly – in hands. She almost dropped it, and there's a slight squeak from the table as she places it down. You hear, almost distantly, as she goes back again into the kitchen, followed up by a series of noises, metal, against metal, thudding, and clinking glasses –
"Hey, you need help?"
"N-no! Just wait!"
– and you wait, and then she returns with a large round dinner plate filled with – God, that's a lot of meat. Thinly sliced beef placed in such a way on the plate that it reminds you of a blooming flower. Specks, and streaks of pure white fat over red flesh. Then she goes back to the kitchen, and – there's more. One plate. Two plates. Three plates. Meat, meat, and more meat. Piles of meat. There's garlic, and kimchi, and lettuce, and sauces – all the time, your eyes are fixed on the meat.
"… That's a lot of meat," you comment, dazed, as Sun settles next to you. "Why do you have so much meat?" you gulp, forcing yourself away from the meat. You keep an eye on them, though.
Sun giggles, nodding. "It's fine," she whispers back. Wait, why are you whispering? "Um," she fidgets, setting up the stove. "I – um, we –" that snaps you out a bit from the daze. We. Sun, and Moon. " – I think, just in general, it's not a bad idea to preserve some meat, but we kept lots of them for special occasions. Maybe we're just in the mood for it, or maybe something good happened, and we wanted to celebrate, but not in the mood for eating out," then in, a quiet voice: "But well, there's too many of them now."
"Oh," you intone, unsure what to say for that. Seriously, she should've waited, and invited Mao instead. "Ya sure this is fine, though?"
She smiles. "It's fine, Lily," she waves your concern, as she starts to place the first slice of meat onto the pan. It sizzles, and drool pools inside your mouth. "This… well, this is also special, in a way. I don't normally have other people in my house."
There's something there. Old wounds that are still fresh. Still, faced with such extravagance, what else can you say? You gulp down your drool, and nod quietly. "Yeah," you whisper, reverently so as Sun places down the cooked slice onto your plate. "Okay. Honestly," your chopsticks tremble ever so slightly as you pick up the meat. It glistens with juice, and fat. "Gimme food like this, and I'll come here daily."
She giggles at that. "I'll keep that in mind."
You chomp into the beef, and – ah. You close your eyes.
This is it.
You feel all your tenseness start to fade away. This is it, you think, the reason why you're doing what you're doing. It's only a slice of that heaven, you're well aware, and it'll be gone in just a few hours – but the knowledge that it exists…
Yeah.
"Lily?" you open your eyes to Sun's concerned eyes. "… Did I cook it too much?" a beat. "Too little?"
"Nah," you shake your head. "It's perfect."
"You're smiling."
You are. "Fuck off," you say, not much heat into it. Sun giggles again, and you grumble, rolling your eyes. You return to your meat. You reckon that without Sun manning the grill, you would've turned them into charcoals. As it is, everything is perfect. In the corner of your eyes, between grilling, Sun places a slice onto a piece of lettuce, as well as adding kimchi, before wrapping it together. She catches your look.
"Want one?"
"I can make them myself," you grumble. You can, but it turns into some sort of bloated monstrosity that you have to double the lettuce to keep it from breaking and eat it in one go to keep the content from spilling. An explosion of flavor. Fresh crunchiness of the lettuce, and the kimchi's spicy heat, cutting through the fattiness of the beef; a grilled chunk of garlic tying everything down. "Mphhm."
Sun laughs. "You look like a squirrel."
You roll your eyes, eventually working your way through it. "And you don't eat enough," you point out.
"Ah," she lowers her head slightly, cheeks pink. "We're built different – I can't eat a lot, and I would get fat."
"Bullshit," you roll your eyes. "Keeping in shape's important, and all, but you're thin as a rail, Sun."
"Y-you don't know that," she huffs, and you watch in slight horror as she bites into a piece of lettuce on its lonesome. She smirks at that. "I don't move a lot, and I have to taste test my own cakes, bread, and pastries and there's a lot of calories in them, so I can't get them all the way full, else I would get really sick. Seriously," she pouts. "There's a balance I'm keeping here."
"Uh-huh," you say, doubtful. It can't be all that bad. "Well, it's better being a little fat, than being thin. At least you're less likely to die from starvation, if shit goes wrong."
Sun pouts harder.
"I'm right, y'know."
She doesn't even deign you a response, instead flipping the grilled meat, and dumping them onto your plate – some on hers. Well, you're not 'xactly complaining. "So how's it like?" Sun says, breaking the momentary pause. She eyes you, idly munching on her food. "Being a Fixer, I mean."
You pause, your chopsticks hanging inches away from your mouth – several beef slices hanging off it. What else can you say? "It's alright, I guess," you shrug. "It pays well."
Pays really well.
Sun frowns. "Isn't it dangerous?"
You glance at her, cocking an eyebrow. "Isn't living dangerous?"
She nods at that. "But I'm not," she gestures with her hand. "Looking for danger."
"I'm not looking for trouble either," you roll your eyes. "Trouble comes to me. In forms of requests. It ain't safe, I give you that," you bob your head. "But it ain't like I got much options, yeah? I'm only good at fighting –"
"That's not true."
You decide to ignore that. "— So it's either this, or joinin' a Syndicate. And I rather die 'fore I got into a Syndicate."
She glances at you, something strange in her eyes. "… And if there's something better?"
You shove a pile of meat into your mouth. Chewing, closing your eyes. Your answer comes immediately, and you swallow down. "I'll probably keep being a Fixer," you catch the question in her eyes. "I ain't the sorta gal to half-ass shit. I ain't quittin'."
"Oh," there's a pause. "Sorry."
"Don't," you snort, smirking. There's a lapse of silence, and you realize it's your turn to say something. "So. Uh. How 'bout ya?"
"Huh?"
"Bein' a baker, I mean," you take a sip of your water. "How'd you become one? It ain't that common, is it?"
Sun blinks. "It's not?" you shrug. She giggles. "I guess it's not. Well, my parents were bakers, had their own bakery and everything, so I followed their footsteps."
"Wait," you blink. "You own your bakery?"
Her eyes widen, and she laughs, shaking her head. "No no no – that one went bankrupt," her smile weakens slightly. "There was some dispute, and my parents were killed. There's… well, I had to 'sell' it, in the end."
"Sounds rough."
She blinks, and then giggles. "It was, but everything works out in the end."
You look around you, at her apartment. "It does, huh."
"Mhm," she nods. "Le Petit Patisserie – that's the bakery I'm working at. Chief Vale – my chief – couldn't find an actual baker at the time, and I came just at the right moment. She's pretty strict, and strong," as if to prove her point, Sun pumps her arms at. They don't look impressive. She drops them quickly, giggling. "So I don't think what happened to my parents will happen again," she fidgets. "Hopefully. But I'm not kidding. She's really strong."
"Oh yeah? How strong?"
"Really strong!" her eyes sparkle, and she moves more animatedly. "There was this time a customer got handsy, and that time where someone ordered a cake, and got really mad when they turned out 'wrong', even though it was exactly like what they wanted. And Chief Vale just went bam," she swings her fist at empty air. It reminds you a particularly small animal. "They're out."
"Really?" you snort, smirking. "Even I can do that."
She pouts. "W-well, she's the head of the Neighborhood Watch too, and no Syndicates have been making trouble,"
Well, that sounds interesting. "Guess annoying customers are pretty universal, huh."
Her eyes widen. "You too?" she cringes almost immediately. "It's not me, is it?"
"No," you snort, smirking. "You're the least annoying," she pouts. "But like, a couple days ago, there's this client who wanted me to escort a dog – a dog of all things," you spit, grumbling. "And then…"
Sun listens to you, enraptured. She gasps when you told about the Index, and stares open-jawed when you didn't come into blow – which, thinking about it now, was something else. Hah. You're something else. Then you came to the client, and the collar, and the Fixer – Sun's enraptured, and this – whatever this is – this ain't a bad feeling.
Eventually though, it comes to an end. The meat's all gone, mostly inside your stomach, and it is actually getting late.
"See you again, um," standing by the threshold of her door, Sun hesitates. "N-next time?"
You pat at your stomach, slightly bulging, extremely satisfied. "Sure," you nod. "Next time."
Sun beams.
It's still too bright, but at least you don't have to look away.
Your eyes flick away from Sun, and up towards the wall. The clock on the wall ticks by without a care – early evening, or late afternoon to some. You're already cutting it close as is, and even if you're not even close to the Night, going out at night is hardly a good idea. Hidden under the night, that's when the worst of the Backstreets start to creep out of their woods, like the bogeymen from mostly forgotten fairy tales, preying on those silly enough to stay outside this late.
You glance down at your plate of croffles, and then back to Sun.
You let out a growl, settling back down to your seat. "Sure, I'll stay –"
Sun gasps
"—but just for a few hours!" You cut her off, scowling. "I'm not gonna sleep here."
"O-oh," she deflates a little at that, but the smile leaves her face. "Still, thank you!" is it just you, or is it a little to bright in here? "Thank you! You won't regret this, I swear!"
Clicking your tongue, you look away. "Yeah, whatever," you grumble, staring at your quickly depleting plate of croffle. She made only four, and now there's only one piece left; another piece in your hand. "But next time –" next time? "—just fucking tell me, alright?" you look up, shooting her a sharp look. "I ain't that kinda gal," Sun cringes at that. "And I ain't that kinda Fixer either," you don't even know if something like 'this' can be taken as a job in the first place. At the very least, Scarecrow's not the Office for it. You think. "So y'know," you gesture vaguely at the air. "Fucking let me know."
Flinching, Sun lowers her head. "M-mhm! Next time, I promise," there's a pause, and Sun glances up at you. "S-sorry, I didn't think – I know, I know it feels like I'm forcing you, and I don't want to be a burden, making you do these things for free, and…" she trails off, a small smile on her lips. "You know."
"So payin' me to do things I don't wanna somehow makes it better?" Sun stares at you, wide-eyed. Scoffing, you roll your eyes. "Well, it does," she blinks. "And you already paid me, for that matter," Sun furrows her eyebrows. "This," you gesture at your plate, and Sun makes a noise of understanding. "So I'm not doing this for free – and 'sides, this ain't an actual job request, so I woulda fucked off if I don't wanna be here."
Sun gasps.
"What?" you narrow your eyes. "What did I fucking say?"
"N-nothing!" she waves her hands quickly, and you eye her suspiciously. Did you say something stupid? She giggles. Your glare doubles. It feels like you just said something stupid. "Ehehe. It's nothing, really! But, um, okay! So!"
She presses her hands on the table, and beams at you.
You groan, biting into your second-last piece of croffle. It's fucking bright. "… So what now?"
For the first time, her smile falters. "Um…" her eyes trace around the room, frowning in thought. She fidgets, and the silence lingers. You watch with a smirk, idly pouring the condensed milk, and chocolate syrup together over the croffle, and – it takes some effort to grab it in a way not to leave your hand covered and dripping with syrup. You fail, but God, is it worth it. "Oh!" Sun jumps, and you also jump a little. Her eyes are on you. Or rather, on your piece of croffle. "How about dinner?"
Your eyes widen. "D-din –" you gulp down your croffle, slamming your chest. Ouch, that one didn't go down well. "… Dinner?"
"Yeah," she nods, before cringing. "Or maybe not? Sorry, I guess you're already –"
"Why didn't you say that from the start?" you exclaim, banging your palm at the table. Sun leans back. "I mean," you clear your throat, staring at your empty, sticking fingers. "Dinner sounds good."
Sun giggles. "So, um, what do you want?"
You raise an eyebrow. "What do I want?"
Sun nods. "… There's – I have a lot in my fridge," her face falls at that, but the smile returns almost immediately. "And I can also cook!" she pumps her hand, smiling confidently. "So if there's anything you want to eat… like a favorite food?"
Favorite food, huh? Well, it's obviously HamHamPangPang sandwiches. They're really delicious, and somewhat on the lower end in terms of cost, but that wouldn't be the same. HamHamPangPang is good because they are HamHamPangPang. Dozens have tried to replicate it, and dozens have utterly failed, their results ending up a disappointment. There's something about HamHamPangPang, and that something is one-of-a-kind.
"Anything's good," you shrug, mumbling, thinking of that crispy, and juicy pork-cutlet between two beds of bread. "I ain't picky."
Frowning thoughtfully, Sun places a hand under her chin. "But you have something that you like, right, Lily? Meat, fish –"
Meat.
"Meat," you cut her off. You bob your head. Meat. Uh-huh. Yeah. "Meat sounds good."
"Oh," she starts, tilting her head to one side. She hums, tilting her head to the other side. And then – "Oh!" she jumps, eyes sparkling. She awkwardly clambers up to her feet, clapping her hands once. "Then let's have a barbecue!"
"Wha?"
…
You watch, almost in a daze, as Sun goes into the kitchen, returning with a portable stove, and a huge-ass black iron plate – cast-iron, Sun comments idly – in hands. She almost dropped it, and there's a slight squeak from the table as she places it down. You hear, almost distantly, as she goes back again into the kitchen, followed up by a series of noises, metal, against metal, thudding, and clinking glasses –
"Hey, you need help?"
"N-no! Just wait!"
– and you wait, and then she returns with a large round dinner plate filled with – God, that's a lot of meat. Thinly sliced beef placed in such a way on the plate that it reminds you of a blooming flower. Specks, and streaks of pure white fat over red flesh. Then she goes back to the kitchen, and – there's more. One plate. Two plates. Three plates. Meat, meat, and more meat. Piles of meat. There's garlic, and kimchi, and lettuce, and sauces – all the time, your eyes are fixed on the meat.
"… That's a lot of meat," you comment, dazed, as Sun settles next to you. "Why do you have so much meat?" you gulp, forcing yourself away from the meat. You keep an eye on them, though.
Sun giggles, nodding. "It's fine," she whispers back. Wait, why are you whispering? "Um," she fidgets, setting up the stove. "I – um, we –" that snaps you out a bit from the daze. We. Sun, and Moon. " – I think, just in general, it's not a bad idea to preserve some meat, but we kept lots of them for special occasions. Maybe we're just in the mood for it, or maybe something good happened, and we wanted to celebrate, but not in the mood for eating out," then in, a quiet voice: "But well, there's too many of them now."
"Oh," you intone, unsure what to say for that. Seriously, she should've waited, and invited Mao instead. "Ya sure this is fine, though?"
She smiles. "It's fine, Lily," she waves your concern, as she starts to place the first slice of meat onto the pan. It sizzles, and drool pools inside your mouth. "This… well, this is also special, in a way. I don't normally have other people in my house."
There's something there. Old wounds that are still fresh. Still, faced with such extravagance, what else can you say? You gulp down your drool, and nod quietly. "Yeah," you whisper, reverently so as Sun places down the cooked slice onto your plate. "Okay. Honestly," your chopsticks tremble ever so slightly as you pick up the meat. It glistens with juice, and fat. "Gimme food like this, and I'll come here daily."
She giggles at that. "I'll keep that in mind."
You chomp into the beef, and – ah. You close your eyes.
This is it.
You feel all your tenseness start to fade away. This is it, you think, the reason why you're doing what you're doing. It's only a slice of that heaven, you're well aware, and it'll be gone in just a few hours – but the knowledge that it exists…
Yeah.
"Lily?" you open your eyes to Sun's concerned eyes. "… Did I cook it too much?" a beat. "Too little?"
"Nah," you shake your head. "It's perfect."
"You're smiling."
You are. "Fuck off," you say, not much heat into it. Sun giggles again, and you grumble, rolling your eyes. You return to your meat. You reckon that without Sun manning the grill, you would've turned them into charcoals. As it is, everything is perfect. In the corner of your eyes, between grilling, Sun places a slice onto a piece of lettuce, as well as adding kimchi, before wrapping it together. She catches your look.
"Want one?"
"I can make them myself," you grumble. You can, but it turns into some sort of bloated monstrosity that you have to double the lettuce to keep it from breaking and eat it in one go to keep the content from spilling. An explosion of flavor. Fresh crunchiness of the lettuce, and the kimchi's spicy heat, cutting through the fattiness of the beef; a grilled chunk of garlic tying everything down. "Mphhm."
Sun laughs. "You look like a squirrel."
You roll your eyes, eventually working your way through it. "And you don't eat enough," you point out.
"Ah," she lowers her head slightly, cheeks pink. "We're built different – I can't eat a lot, and I would get fat."
"Bullshit," you roll your eyes. "Keeping in shape's important, and all, but you're thin as a rail, Sun."
"Y-you don't know that," she huffs, and you watch in slight horror as she bites into a piece of lettuce on its lonesome. She smirks at that. "I don't move a lot, and I have to taste test my own cakes, bread, and pastries and there's a lot of calories in them, so I can't get them all the way full, else I would get really sick. Seriously," she pouts. "There's a balance I'm keeping here."
"Uh-huh," you say, doubtful. It can't be all that bad. "Well, it's better being a little fat, than being thin. At least you're less likely to die from starvation, if shit goes wrong."
Sun pouts harder.
"I'm right, y'know."
She doesn't even deign you a response, instead flipping the grilled meat, and dumping them onto your plate – some on hers. Well, you're not 'xactly complaining. "So how's it like?" Sun says, breaking the momentary pause. She eyes you, idly munching on her food. "Being a Fixer, I mean."
You pause, your chopsticks hanging inches away from your mouth – several beef slices hanging off it. What else can you say? "It's alright, I guess," you shrug. "It pays well."
Pays really well.
Sun frowns. "Isn't it dangerous?"
You glance at her, cocking an eyebrow. "Isn't living dangerous?"
She nods at that. "But I'm not," she gestures with her hand. "Looking for danger."
"I'm not looking for trouble either," you roll your eyes. "Trouble comes to me. In forms of requests. It ain't safe, I give you that," you bob your head. "But it ain't like I got much options, yeah? I'm only good at fighting –"
"That's not true."
You decide to ignore that. "— So it's either this, or joinin' a Syndicate. And I rather die 'fore I got into a Syndicate."
She glances at you, something strange in her eyes. "… And if there's something better?"
You shove a pile of meat into your mouth. Chewing, closing your eyes. Your answer comes immediately, and you swallow down. "I'll probably keep being a Fixer," you catch the question in her eyes. "I ain't the sorta gal to half-ass shit. I ain't quittin'."
"Oh," there's a pause. "Sorry."
"Don't," you snort, smirking. There's a lapse of silence, and you realize it's your turn to say something. "So. Uh. How 'bout ya?"
"Huh?"
"Bein' a baker, I mean," you take a sip of your water. "How'd you become one? It ain't that common, is it?"
Sun blinks. "It's not?" you shrug. She giggles. "I guess it's not. Well, my parents were bakers, had their own bakery and everything, so I followed their footsteps."
"Wait," you blink. "You own your bakery?"
Her eyes widen, and she laughs, shaking her head. "No no no – that one went bankrupt," her smile weakens slightly. "There was some dispute, and my parents were killed. There's… well, I had to 'sell' it, in the end."
"Sounds rough."
She blinks, and then giggles. "It was, but everything works out in the end."
You look around you, at her apartment. "It does, huh."
"Mhm," she nods. "Le Petit Patisserie – that's the bakery I'm working at. Chief Vale – my chief – couldn't find an actual baker at the time, and I came just at the right moment. She's pretty strict, and strong," as if to prove her point, Sun pumps her arms at. They don't look impressive. She drops them quickly, giggling. "So I don't think what happened to my parents will happen again," she fidgets. "Hopefully. But I'm not kidding. She's really strong."
"Oh yeah? How strong?"
"Really strong!" her eyes sparkle, and she moves more animatedly. "There was this time a customer got handsy, and that time where someone ordered a cake, and got really mad when they turned out 'wrong', even though it was exactly like what they wanted. And Chief Vale just went bam," she swings her fist at empty air. It reminds you a particularly small animal. "They're out."
"Really?" you snort, smirking. "Even I can do that."
She pouts. "W-well, she's the head of the Neighborhood Watch too, and no Syndicates have been making trouble,"
Well, that sounds interesting. "Guess annoying customers are pretty universal, huh."
Her eyes widen. "You too?" she cringes almost immediately. "It's not me, is it?"
"No," you snort, smirking. "You're the least annoying," she pouts. "But like, a couple days ago, there's this client who wanted me to escort a dog – a dog of all things," you spit, grumbling. "And then…"
Sun listens to you, enraptured. She gasps when you told about the Index, and stares open-jawed when you didn't come into blow – which, thinking about it now, was something else. Hah. You're something else. Then you came to the client, and the collar, and the Fixer – Sun's enraptured, and this – whatever this is – this ain't a bad feeling.
Eventually though, it comes to an end. The meat's all gone, mostly inside your stomach, and it is actually getting late.
"See you again, um," standing by the threshold of her door, Sun hesitates. "N-next time?"
You pat at your stomach, slightly bulging, extremely satisfied. "Sure," you nod. "Next time."
Sun beams.
It's still too bright, but at least you don't have to look away.
And that's the end of Week 1! Next Update will be the start of Week 2! Tell me what you think -- in general, as well as on this update, since I'm not great at writing fluffs, so your thoughts for this update is extremely appreciated.
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