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#Post#: 460--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: MissM Date: May 6, 2013, 12:43 am
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Zinnia Natter
“It's not what you expected, right? The house...”
She smiled. "No, not really... I mean, I didn't know what to
expect, but, somehow this wasn't it... I mean, I like the
neatness, but this doesn't exactly feel like... well, it doesn't
seem like you, for some reason. I dunno."
"That's because it's not. I'm barely allowed to sit on the
furniture out here. My room is over there," he indicated with a
nod of his head. "And it's more like a junkyard compared to out
here."
"Ah. That sounds a little more like a teenage guy." She smiled
again, more easily this time. "Hal doesn't like mess, or
something?"
Yukito pressed his lips together, glancing around the house as
if he didn't live there, then spoke."Hal is a very organized
person. He likes everything in its proper place." He sounded
like he felt as if wasn't part of the 'everything'; there was
something not quite on-par with his voice. Anger? No... she
couldn't decide what it was, and let it go.
"Ahh. A neat freak." She smiled. "I've been called one, but I'm
not. I just don't have that much to organize."
"Do you want to see it?" he asked suddenly.
He walked over to the door and opened it with one hand, and she
followed at a few paces. When he opened the door, what she saw
confirmed that he was, indeed, a 'normal' teenage guy-- at least
as far as she was concerned. Posters littered the walls at
various angles, and his floor was covered with clothes and
random papers, along with a few books. His laptop was sitting on
his bed, though closed. The bed was definitely mussed as well.
The sight of it made her smile. At least there is one normal
person among all us weirdos...
"It's nothing special, really."
"Don't say that... it's your haven, right? The place you come
back to most often. Even if you don't think it's anything
special it kind of is... At least its a place that nobody can
take from you." Inwardly, she cussed at herself. I wasn't going
to talk about depressing s***! What is wrong with me? "But,
whatever, " she continued before he had a chance to say
anything. "It's still a nice room."
Zinnia heard a hissing noise, then. Yukito seemed to have heard
it at the same time, and turned back and walked over to the
stove, where the water was already boiling, almost spilling over
the top. He swore in Japanese-- "くそ！"--
then rushed over, turning the heat down and lifting the pot off
the burner until the water was calm enough to not rapidly regain
a boil. Then he dumped the noodles into the pot and looked for a
spoon. She watched, moving slowly back into the kitchen, wishing
she could help but not knowing where anything was located.
By the time he found a spoon, she knew the prognosis of the
macaroni wasn't going to be good. He was talking under his
breath, clearly trying to salvage it.
The first thing she heard clearly was "No one believes me when I
say I can't cook."
She winced briefly, knowing she was going to offer to eat the
mac and cheese anyway. Before she asked, though, she schooled
her face into a smile. "It can't be that bad, it's just mac and
cheese, right? Add the cheese from the packet thingy, and maybe
let the water heat for a little longer, and it shouldn't be too
bad."
Her stomach growled again. "If it's really too much trouble,
though, I can go."
#Post#: 461--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: May 6, 2013, 12:49 am
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Yukito Maki
"It's nothing special, really," he said, intending the comment
to be about his room.
"Don't say that... it's your haven, right? The place you come
back to most often. Even if you don't think it's anything
special it kind of is... At least its a place that nobody can
take from you."
"But, whatever, " she continued before he had a chance to say
anything. "It's still a nice room."
Yukito frowned a bit at that. "It's just a room. That can be
taken away. We would just have to move." He spoke
matter-of-factly, not understanding what she was trying to say.
But they were interrupted by a hissing noise, and Yukito swore,
racing back into the kitchen to retrieve the boiling pot. It
wasn't looking good, he had to admit. "No one believes me when I
say I can't cook."
"It can't be that bad, it's just mac and cheese, right? Add the
cheese from the packet thingy, and maybe let the water heat for
a little longer, and it shouldn't be too bad."
He looked over at her, unsure. "Wait, you mean put the cheese in
now, and let it boil a bit longer?" He picked up the box and the
packet, reading the instruction like it was a complicated
formula. That didn't sound quite right, although that was how
some things were cooked, with the sauce in with the water,
right? But the instructions said to drain and rinse first...He
let out a sigh, now questioning himself again. If only it had
been written in music notes...
"If it's really too much trouble, though, I can go."
"No, I'm sure I can do this," he insisted, stirring it once more
and then pulling out things for sandwiches from the fridge.
Mayonnaise, mustard, turkey, as well as lettuce and tomato that
had already been cut before, then pulling bread out of the
cupboard, setting two plates on the island between them. "What
do you want on your sandwich?"
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: MissM Date: May 6, 2013, 1:12 am
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Zinnia Natter
"No one believes me when I say I can't cook."
Her heart went out to him. She could cook just about anything,
but she knew that not everybody could. Although she hadn't ever
met anyone with quite the problem that Yukito had. "It can't be
that bad, it's just mac and cheese, right? Add the cheese from
the packet thingy, and maybe let the water heat for a little
longer, and it shouldn't be too bad." At least, she hoped that
was what the instructions read... she'd never exactly made mac
and cheese from a box, and when she did make it, she usually had
her own cheese, and pasta...
He looked over at her, unsure. "Wait, you mean put the cheese in
now, and let it boil a bit longer?" He picked up the box and the
packet, looking direly confused. She shook her head, wincing at
his attempt to rectify the situation, but knowing she'd helped
to make it that bad, at least partially.
"If it's really too much trouble, though, I can go." She started
to feel a little awkward, watching him cook for her, and not
being able to help her.
"No, I'm sure I can do this," he insisted, stirring it once more
and then moving back to the fridge, pulling things out for a
sandwich, that he'd offered to do earlier. "What do you want on
your sandwich?" He set out several things on the counter.
"Uh... Mustard, meat, lettuce, tomato... Are you sure I can't
help?" She knew that not everyone was open to help in their own
house, but she felt nigh on useless, not to mention a tiny bit
intrusive. She wasn't used to actually being invited into
peoples houses...
#Post#: 466--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: May 6, 2013, 2:18 am
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Yukito Maki
"Uh... Mustard, meat, lettuce, tomato... Are you sure I can't
help?"
He took her order of ingredients. This was something that he
could make. There was no chemistry involved, just compiling it
together. Stack on stack, no more complicated than IKEA
furniture. "I can do this," he insisted, nodding his head and
looking determinedly down at the sandwich.
After two sandwiches were created successfully, Yukito sliced
them diagonally in half and slid Zinnia's plate toward her,
turning back to the macaroni and neglecting his own. He drained
it with no problem, and followed the instructions on the box to
the letter, deciding that he was an intelligent, high school
aged student who could read just as well as anybody else. But
somehow, the macaroni did not look reparable. It was way
overcooked, and several pieces were clumped together and refused
to cooperate. The cheese was collecting in thick chunks as well,
but extra stirring mended that eventually, at the price of
mushing the noodles up even more. At least it was edible, and
the cheese was finally cooperating. Yukito filled two bowls,
sliding a spoon in one and pushing it over towards Zinnia.
"Itadakimasu," he muttered under his breath, the word like a
little mantra or a prayer before he reluctantly dug in to his
meal. Okay, so the cheese was fine. The noodles themselves, not
so much. Perhaps he hadn't rinsed it correctly.. "I'm sorry, I
tried." he offered, setting the bowl back down and leaning down
on the counter as he had done before, crossing his arms. That
was when he noticed something was a bit off...nagging at the
back of his mind..
He leaned down a little scratch his knee, and that was the first
time he realized he was still wearing his pajamas. Yukito's eyes
widened, looking down at his clothes and letting it sink in. I
invited a girl into the house while I'm wearing this... He
flushed from embarrassment, his cheeks quickly going a bright
crimson. It was just a white tanktop, and very thin pants, the
long dark purple and burnt orange stripes now mocking him in his
forgetfulness. Zinnia hadn't said anything, though... He had
been half-asleep when she knocked, and nobody ever came over, so
he hadn't even thought to check...
But he'd noticed she felt uncomfortable before. Oh, s***...
"Um..." One hand clutched at the fabric of his pant leg, and he
straightened up stiffly, slowly moving toward his bedroom door.
"One second."
He closed the door behind him, wishing for the click but
remembering how Hal had taken away his door handle a couple
weeks before. He cursed colorfully in his own mind, cursing
himself for stupidity and for bad luck. He peeled off the pajama
pants and found some discarded jeans on the floor, then found a
sweater jacket he could put on over his tank top, zipping it
most of the way up. And just for safe measure, he pulled on a
pair of socks. After a moment, he looked at his socks, then
pulled them off again.
Wearing socks only seemed weird, right?
He pushed the thought away, coming back out of the bedroom and
trying to pretend nothing had happened. He kind of wished she
would have said something, but it was already past now, right?
But his face was still flushed from embarrassment, even though
he tried to lean against the counter, sending her a weak little
smile and taking up his sandwich.
"The noodles are disgusting, right?" he asked suddenly, willing
to talk about anything but his momentary lapse of
self-awareness. "It's okay if it is. You mentioned making French
food before, I know. You were going to make some for a friend of
yours for the weekend." He took a moment to chew, contemplating
for a moment. He remembered Zinnia saying that. At least, he was
fairly positive that it had been French food. "French food is
pretty fancy. You said you made a souffle, didn't you?" The word
'souffle' sounded strange, both on his tongue and in his ears.
He hoped that he had said it semi-correctly.
#Post#: 473--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: MissM Date: May 7, 2013, 5:25 pm
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Zinnia Natter
"Uh... Mustard, meat, lettuce, tomato... Are you sure I can't
help?" She hated feeling useless, which is one reason she'd
learned how to cook--mostly bake-- and now she was itching to
cook something again.
"I can do this," he insisted, bobbing his head and looking down
at the sandwich, set in his path of making them.
Zinnia let him, watching in silence. She was struck a couple
times of how cute Yukito was, and she smiled, thinking that if
she was going to date, Yukito's looks would probably qualify him
as a candidate, but also that she wouldn't really act on that
impulse. He was way too young for her.
She sighed a little, wishing once more that the scientists
hadn't taken her family, but she couldn't change that now unless
they invented a time machine that wouldn't start a butterfly
effect. And she wouldn't wish this on any other family. She
shifted in her chair, thanking him after he had sliced her
sandwich diagonally in half and slid her plate towards her and
turned back to the macaroni. She hoped it didn't taste too bad.
After he'd portioned them out and given her her bowl, she nodded
her thanks.
"Thanks, Yukito." Her voice sounded fakely cheery to herself, so
she tried to work herself into a better mood, biting into her
sandwich and trying to ignore the seemingly awkward silence.
Yukito muttered something in Japanese under his breath and then
poked at the macaroni and cheese. She wondered what he thought
was wrong with it, but she had a full bite of sandwich in her
mouth. She chewed quickly, trying to finish and swallow it
before he asked her a question.
She'd almost succeeded when he stated, "I'm sorry, I tried",
hopefully regarding the macaroni. The sandwich was fine. She
swallowed a large lump of food, and said, "It can't be THAT
bad", and spooned a mouthful into her mouth to test her
statement. It was a lot mushier than she'd expected, but she
couldn't tell if anything was wrong with it or not.
"It tastes fine to--" He was backing away from the table, one
hand gripping his pajama pants, face flushed so red she could
have fried an omelette on it.
"Um..." One hand clutched at the fabric of his pant leg, and he
slowly moved toward his bedroom door. "One second."
"Ok..." She probably looked concerned, but she couldn't help it.
She wore pajamas around people all the time, even Dox, although
she did become a little more conscious about herself when he was
around. Not enough to change, though Yukito was abnormally shy,
so maybe that's why. But what did she do to make him feel like
that? He'd been fine with it before, and searching her memory,
she couldn't think of anything... at least, nothing specific.
He closed the door behind him, and she waited for the click
until she noticed that there was no door handle. She frowned,
but put it out of her mind, turning her eyes down to her plate,
a short blush rising. Even if she couldn't see anything, she
would give him his privacy... It wasn't his fault the door
handle was gone, right?
He came back out of the bedroom, acting almost as if nothing had
happened, leaning on the counter in the same way as before. A
faint blush remained in his cheeks, but she didn't say anything
about it, opting to take another bite of the pasta-and-cheese
thing. It was actually sort of tasty, and settled nicely in her
stomach, keeping it from growling.
The silence stretched for a little bit.
"The noodles are disgusting, right?" he asked suddenly, "It's
okay if it is. You mentioned making French food before, I know.
You were going to make some for a friend of yours for the
weekend." He took a moment to chew, contemplating for a moment.
"French food is pretty fancy. You said you made a souffle,
didn't you?"
She'd been taken aback by his first comment, and then stunned
that he'd remembered her weekend catastrophe... although what
with the fight she'd gotten in with Chevy, she wasn't surprised.
She winced, remembering how bitter their words had been...
"No, it's not disgusting.... It's kinda good, actually, haven't
really ever had this kind of pasta and cheese before." She
paused, trying to remember the catastrophic weekend. She'd
successfully blocked most of it out of her mind. "Uh... yeah, it
was French food, but... Well, it didn't turn out so well. I fell
asleep when the chicken was cooking, by accident, and even
though I aired out the oven for a while, the pie still tasted
like chicken with lemon. It was a disaster."
She paused, then asked, "And, do you mean, did I cook a
souffle?" She hoped she was right, and that she'd heard
correctly through his accent. It was bad enough to have
difficulty understanding French, but French in a Japanese accent
was even harder... But she didn't blame him for not being able
to speak the odd word. She still had trouble with that, and
apparently when she spoke French she sounded like a drunk
Frenchwoman who couldn't remember her words. She still burned
with embarrassment whenever she remembered the day that Karl had
told her.
"Lemon Meringue Pie isn't a souffle. It's just a light, airy
cake."
#Post#: 481--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: May 8, 2013, 2:14 am
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Yukito Ramsey
Once he returned to the kitchen, a sort of awkwardness fell over
them like a heavy sheet of rain, just trickling away their
attempts at conversation from before. Yukito nibbled at his
sandwich, mostly prodding at the macaroni. He knew he needed to
eat, but it had become more of a habit than anything. Hal's
dietary rules were often broken when Yukito wanted something
with an actual taste, and lately he needed to gain another 2
kilograms... But he had no drive to really eat. Especially when
Zinnia looked so out of place, eating there across from him.
"The noodles are disgusting, right?" he asked suddenly, "It's
okay if it is. You mentioned making French food before, I know.
You were going to make some for a friend of yours for the
weekend." He took a moment to chew, contemplating for a moment.
"French food is pretty fancy. You said you made a souffle,
didn't you?"
"No, it's not disgusting.... It's kinda good, actually, haven't
really ever had this kind of pasta and cheese before." She
paused, and he arched one eyebrow, unsure whether she was just
being nice or truly meant it. "Uh... yeah, it was French food,
but... Well, it didn't turn out so well. I fell asleep when the
chicken was cooking, by accident, and even though I aired out
the oven for a while, the pie still tasted like chicken with
lemon. It was a disaster."
"Sounds like me," he said, smiling a little at that, his eyes
dropping to his bowl as he did so. "But did your friend
appreciate the effort?" He imagined that Zinnia's cooking wasn't
as bad as she was trying to make it sound. He figured that she
would feel bad boasting about her cooking skills when he had
obviously had difficulty following directions on a box. Why was
complex math so easy, heavy classical literature enjoyable, but
something as simple as making lunch a trying task? Perhaps it
had to do with all the brain damage he'd suffered. Yukito
finished off his sandwich with that happy thought, imagining a
futuristic chip that would suddenly compensate for the lost
brain cells and allow him to cook like a master chef. Maybe that
would be a useful skill to offer his friends...Or maybe you
should just deal with the fact that you're not very useful, and
you suck at a lot of different tasks which are normal and every
day. Congratulations.
"And, do you mean, did I cook a souffle?" Yukito flushed and
nodded, knowing full well he had said the French word wrong. It
really wasn't his fault entirely that he had difficulties with
the foreign language, but it was still embarrassing to note
anytime it came up in conversation. He didn't know heads from
tails when it came to French or Spanish, none of it made much
sense to him in the least. He tried very hard, but all he could
ever come up with were words from Japanese or English. It was as
if some part of him had just shut down the language learning
portion of his brain, holding him back from the tempting idea of
becoming trilingual..
"Lemon Meringue Pie isn't a souffle. It's just a light, airy
cake."
"Oh?" he asked, genuinely interested. "Lemon Meringue Pie? Is it
hard to make?"
#Post#: 486--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: MissM Date: May 9, 2013, 1:47 am
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Zinnia Natter
"Uh... yeah, it was French food, but... Well, it didn't turn out
so well. I fell asleep when the chicken was cooking, by
accident, and even though I aired out the oven for a while, the
pie still tasted like chicken with lemon. It was a disaster."
She still remembered it. Dox hadn't been mad, but it had ruined
her mood and she'd eventually snapped at him, ruining his. She
still didn't like thinking about it.
"Sounds like me," he said, smiling a little. "But did your
friend appreciate the effort?"
Zinnia's mouth twisted into a wry smile. "I'm sure he did, but..
my mood was sour for the rest of the day, and I kinda eventually
took it out on him, so we got into a bit of a fight. It wasn't
exactly the most spectacular weekend ever. And then.." she
shrugged. "Well, it wasn't much of a weekend after that. I left
early." She looked down and away. She hated making Dox upset.
"And, do you mean, did I cook a souffle?" Yukito flushed and
nodded. "Lemon Meringue Pie isn't a souffle," she explained.
"It's just a light, airy cake."
"Oh?" he asked, obviously interested. "Lemon Meringue Pie? Is it
hard to make?"
She giggled, surprising herself, but tried to answer his
question as best she could. "Well... I've not had any trouble
with it, but I know P-- er, my friend-- I know he can't make it
to save his life, and his flatmate is only marginally better at
it. Of course, they're always competing, so that could be why
they couldn't ever make it straight through..." She wrinkled her
nose. The mess they had made when they tried... She was still
finding flour in places she could have sworn flour would never
get, a week later as she was doing her regular stress-relief
cleaning. She shook her head, a slow smile creeping back onto
her face. "But I don't have too many issues with it, as long as
I have the recipe handy."
She finished off her sandwich and what was left of the macaroni
and cheese. "And... I've really never had this stuff before.
It's certainly not the worst thing I've ever tasted, and I kinda
do like it." She really did. Dox wrinkled his nose at it, said
it was 'bad for the heart', so she never got it, but having
tasted it.. well, ok, the cheese was maybe a little thick,
but... Yukito had had a few difficulties cooking it, so she
could let that slide.
"French food just tastes and looks complicated. It's kind of
not, really. Just presentation, and getting the ratios right...
It's just math, honestly."
#Post#: 527--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: May 24, 2013, 1:20 pm
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Yukito Ramsey
"Oh?" he asked, obviously interested. "Lemon Meringue Pie? Is it
hard to make?"
Zinnia giggled when he said that, and Yukito wondered what was
amusing about his question. "Well... I've not had any trouble
with it, but I know P-- er, my friend-- I know he can't make it
to save his life, and his flatmate is only marginally better at
it. Of course, they're always competing, so that could be why
they couldn't ever make it straight through..." She wrinkled her
nose, and he wasn't sure if it was at his own cooking or at the
memory of her friend's cooking. "But I don't have too many
issues with it, as long as I have the recipe handy."
“I know a guy who is really good at baking and stuff like that,”
he said nonchalantly. Socially speaking, if she mentioned an
acquaintance, he figured he should mention one, too.
Reciprocity, right? “Erin is really good at it, too.”
"And... I've really never had this stuff before. It's certainly
not the worst thing I've ever tasted, and I kinda do like it."
He was certain she was just being nice, but there was nothing
particularly wrong with that, so he didn't bother to argue in
favor of finishing off his own bowl mechanically.
"French food just tastes and looks complicated. It's kind of
not, really. Just presentation, and getting the ratios right...
It's just math, honestly."
At that, Yukito gave a little scoff. “I know math. It's not the
same to me.” He added on a little shrug, as if to say 'but
whatever'. Yukito fell into silent mode for a moment, unsure of
what to talk about now that he had exhausted the conversation
until it returned back to his own lack of talents, like a homing
beacon for awkward moments. He moved his position on the table,
his elbow rubbing up against the note Hal had left for him.
Yukito stared down at it for a second, re-registering what it
was, then he picked it up off the table and put it into the
drawer at his side. Hal's been so weird lately. I wonder if the
other students have noticed it, too. Or if it's just for me. It
was hard to form words for what he'd been feeling, even though
he had given some attempts at it with Dr. Spenser. 'He's too
nice', he'd said. Dr. Spenser was a hard man to read, at least
for Yukito, and that made their relationship all the more
aggravating and one-sided. But he had tried to lead Yukito as
fairly as possible down his road to speaking more, to being more
open.
Even if I fail at that. Dr. Spenser knows I'm trying. Right?
He looked up at Zinnia, then, the trail of thought in his mind
looping back to her. “You have sessions with Dr. Spenser too,
right? I think you mentioned that at some point... What do you
think of him?”
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: MissM Date: May 24, 2013, 3:29 pm
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Zinnia Natter
"French food just tastes and looks complicated. It's kind of
not, really. Just presentation, and getting the ratios right...
It's just math, honestly."
At that, Yukito gave a little scoff. “I know math. It's not the
same to me.” He added on a little shrug, as if to say
'Whatever', and then fell silent. Zinnia didn't have a response,
and focused on just eating her sandwich.
Then Yukito glanced up at Zinnia and asked, “You have sessions
with Dr. Spenser too, right? I think you mentioned that at some
point... What do you think of him?”
She looked at him, and then back down to her now empty plate,
trying to come up with something to say. Come on, she thought,
Just stop thinking about it.
"Well... I dunno. It's hard to talk in front of him." It
was--she'd spilled her guts to Yukito, but she'd always had
trouble with Dr. Spenser, even though he was just as nice and
definitely cared. At least, she thought he cared. He did work
for Hal, and even though there was patient confidentiality, she
was always wary that something would come up that he would have
to tell Hal.
"But I think I've made a little progress. I mean, I've made
friends... haven't gone insane yet... you know, the usual. He's
trying to get me to trust people more... it's hard to do. I
mean..." She paused, something occurring to her.
"Is it always hard to know when to trust people?"
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: May 24, 2013, 4:03 pm
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Yukito Ramsey
“You have sessions with Dr. Spenser too, right? I think you
mentioned that at some point... What do you think of him?”
Zinnia looked at him for a moment, then her eyes pulled away and
toward her plate. Yukito figured that Zinnia was one of those
people who are always hard to talk to, because they never know
what they can or cannot say. He couldn't be supportive or
encouraging, but he could wait for her to be ready to speak.
Yukito turned away so she wouldn't feel watched, when she
decided to speak.
"Well... I dunno. It's hard to talk in front of him." Yukito
looked down at his hands at that, a soft, knowing smile on his
face. "But I think I've made a little progress. I mean, I've
made friends... haven't gone insane yet... you know, the usual.
He's trying to get me to trust people more... it's hard to do. I
mean..." She paused, then. Yukito waited, wondering why Zinnia
found it hard to talk to Dr. Spenser. For himself, he figured it
was mostly a personality thing, and the fact that he wasn't sure
what his own mind was hiding from him, what his father was
hiding from him...so having Dr. Spenser take the more secretive
parts of himself and then analyze it, still keeping his
discoveries from Yukito...it felt like masochism, in a way. But
even though Zinnia had had a horrible time of it so far, he
figured she would be more likely to burst out with her hour-long
monologue, like the last time he had seen her. "Is it always
hard to know when to trust people?"
Yukito looked up at her, a bit of surprise on his face. You
talked to me...and you say you haven't talked to Dr.
Spenser...does that mean you trust me? The idea seemed almost
too selfish to seriously consider, so Yukito's face was
involuntarily pulled into a sort of half-grimace half-smile.
“Hahaha...I think I'm the worst person to ask that, Zinnia.” He
thought back to the sort of things Reese told him all the time.
'You hold back a lot, Yukito.'
He pushed his palms down on the counter, stretching his back
like a cat as he considered. “I don't think it ever gets easy to
trust people. Because people change. And the way I see it, many
of us walk around, frustrated, because in the end, you are you,
and I am me, and even if we were to tell each other everything,
right now, and always, you would still be contained in your own
body and mind, and I would be contained in mine. So I really
don't know if two people can ever completely trust each other.”
He stopped, frowning a little, then added quietly, “But I really
hope I'm proven wrong.”
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