[LOG] Old married couple.
Kitchen, Ista Weyr
Double-hinged doors, clearly labeled with large signs reading 'In' and 'Out' bring a person into the kitchens of Ista Weyr. The stone-cut ceiling is fairly low compared with other areas and has heavy beams of wood secured into it. From these seemingly decorative carved rafters hang various pots, pans and other useful kitchen items that sway gently back and forth whenever one is grabbed. The back is occupied by two fairly large sized spits, various cooking hearths and the ovens. A curtain covers a wide passageway leading down to the storage caverns.
Islands of marbled counter space occupy most of the middle of the room, obvious patterns and work triangles starting to indent comfortable wear-marks into the floor. These islands are used for kitchen prep with cabinets built underneath them for organized and labeled storage. On the left are the deep, wide sinks and more cabinets, these with carved wooden fronts bearing common sights of Ista such as intertwining tea leaves and various decorous fruit and flower vines. In whatever free space remains on the right, there's a scattering a small tables for the errant passerby or kitchen worker to sit at and grab a drink or quick bite to eat.
Their place, the usual time. Their notes were swapped earlier today, K'aus wasting no time between then and now. Whenever she shows, and she might be late but they never do decide on a specific time, she'll find him already here. He's probably been here for an hour by now, not that he seems to mind the wait. There's an empty plate in front of him, an empty plate that suggests he only just recently had food. Any longer ago than 'just recently' and the evidence probably wouldn't be here anymore. By now he's reading from a leather-bound notebook, his glasses perched low on his nose.
Definitely late for dinner and when she comes in, Nenita merely greets him with a little wave before slipping off to bother the workers for something to eat. Once arrived it doesn't take her long to rustle something up and slip into the chair across from him. As if this is all too familiar and normal she simply begins to eat, sparing just enough time to utter hello and smile before taking to task the small meal in front of her.
He might have totally missed that wave had it not been for the motion of it catching his attention more than he actually /sees/ it happen. A little puzzled by her change of course but quick on the uptake, K'aus waits patiently with his thumb keeping the notebook open until she joins him. And then he waits some more, because now she's chewing. This really is all very familiar, too familiar in fact. He speaks up, flipping notebook closed and setting it down; one hand dangles lazily off his bent knee. "This is bullshit."
She swallows whatever bite of food she has in her mouth. Then with carefully raised eyebrows and a curious expression, Nenita casts a questioning glance to the notebook. "Your book? You should probably stop readiny it if it's making you upset." Another fork finds it's way into her mouth and she continues to look at him, seemingly oblivious to the call of obvious bullshit.
"Is that sarcasm? Are you actually trying to be sarcastic with me? Me?" What might have been an attempt at lightening the mood by poking back at her turns. K'aus seriously regards her, his head tilted and his eyes intent. "Are we back here to this? You're not gonna talk to me?"
Nenita chews slowly on the food as she considers him. After swallowing, "Yes. And this is getting dangerously close to turning into one of those annoying veiled arguments that old married couples have. Next thing you know, one of us is going to accuse the other of not washing the dishes with enough frequency." She pushes the dish off to the side and considers him, "I think that you want to talk about it. And I think that I'm not sure that I want to, for a variety of reasons."
"The only way this is gonna turn into one of those annoying arguments is if one of us," and here's a pointed look, "avoids actually dealing with the issue. I ask questions, you answer them, we talk. Unless you don't want to." Which she may have briefly touched on already. But K'aus is on a mission, and if he's good at anything he's good at being direct. "Here's another question, why don't you wanna talk about it."
Nenita takes a breath and sends a cursory look around them. She then stands and moves her chair closer, once done she sits again. "I don't understand why you're worried." Her tone lower so that the entire kitchen doesn't overhear them. "I didn't get in trouble, no one knows. I don't feel awkward," Probably at odds with not really wanting to talk about it, but she's swinging for it anyway it would seem, "I just..." She shakes her head, fingers tapping on the table. "Is there something that you want to talk about?"
Indulgent, K'aus adopts a secretive sort of ducking down posture when she makes the first move towards an attempt at privacy. He's leaning on the arm of his chair between them, his fingers over his mouth while she speaks and an ear tuned in. His lips have become oddly protruding by the time she's come to her question. He holds up a finger. "Okay, how about this. How about I pretend like I don't have any reason to believe you're not feeling awkward. Because I'm feeling a little awkward," he admits.
"Why? Why would /you/ feel awkward?" Nenita looks at him with obvious disbelief, her eyes narrowed as the head shaking begins again. The finger tapping has paused in order for her to really consider him. "You don't feel like...?" She trails off as the glance up and towards any potential watchers happens again. "I know what a man looks like after his dragon has lost a flight, K'aus. You didn't catch me unawares or unprepared."
This time he doesn't join her in being paranoid. His was all fake anyway. "I didn't catch you unawares?" No, not believing that either. "So you were down there minding your own business and you knew I was gonna come molest you, really? Really." But they're deviating from his intentions. K'aus closes his eyes and makes a nix that gesture with one hand. "Look." He looks at her. "Don't misconstrue here, I'm not sorry it happened."
"I don't think that's what I said?" Nenita rolls her eyes around, as if someone could maybe verify this for her. "I think I said that you looking like that wasn't exactly a shock to me. I'm a not a lamb in the dark. You didn't molest me and don't think that any of that occured because I couldn't say no to you." The agitated tapping of fingertips begins anew and she leans back in her chair, away. "So then you're not sorry. I'm sure as hell not sorry. No one got in trouble. If you don't want things misconstrued then get to the point of what you want here, because I think I'm missing it." Purposely or not.
Her attitude is confusing him, it's only too obvious. And while she might hike up the defense, K'aus is as calmly patient as he ever is, as in control of himself. His usual, a far cry from the creature that encountered her in the store room. "Why are you getting so defensive?" Trust him to call her on it.
"Because you're questioning me. Like I'm hiding something." Nenita shrugs her shoulders. When she runs into the deadend of calm, he can probably consider the defenses officially raised. She's not simply leaning back, considering him with the uplifted 'brows again.
"Okay, so I'm questioning you." There really isn't any point in denying it anymore. K'aus nearly pulls his glasses off, just transfers them to the crown of his head instead, and rubs his eyes. "I don't think you're hiding something. But look, you're younger than you act. You're dealing with all this new shit and I'm supposed to be the person you can talk to. If you feel weird you should talk to me. I don't want you not talking to me."
"That's not okay. I don't invite you to our place and question you. Give you the eyeball." Nenita pulls down on the lower lid of one of hers before crossing bare arms over her chest. Acts more mature? Hmmm. "How old am I? How old do you think that I am?" Nenita asks, like maybe this might be something important. "Getting groped in the dark isn't something new. And sometimes people like to keep secrets, makes them feel safe." She looks away, staring off at the dishwasher. The weyrling is painfully silent until finally the arms uncross and she goes to touch his hand, tentatively. "I'm not refusing to talk to you. But sometimes talking doesn't solve all your problems, it just makes new ones. And I really don't want anything like that with you."
She receives an eyebrow for her arm-crossing and all that precedes it. Really? His mouth opens after she questions him regarding her age but she's still going on so he closes it again and narrows his eyes at her. His fingers tap on the table, sure sign he's anxious to get a word in and it's battling with the obvious wanting to give her her turn. During that silence would be a perfect time to interject and he doesn't, her last words are still ringing in his ears. And maybe he's just about to say something when she reaches out. His hand stills. K'aus takes a deep breath in through his nose and levels a look on her; out comes the breath. "You and me are never gonna have those kinds of problems, sweetheart. It ain't in the cards. There's nothing you can say to me that's gonna make me ever think about giving up on you."
Maybe it's the look; or the breath after it or maybe it's the little inconsequential 'ain't in the cards' comment that slips out from between his lips. Is it the stilled hand? It could be any number of things that causes her to closes her eyes briefly before opening them again and smiling, one that looks genuine enough for all intents and purposes. Her lips press together while she's quiet. And rather than go for the typical 'Thanks for the support blah blah blah' that she might default to, another route is stepped onto. "Why?"
Maybe that isn't what he was expecting, but if he's thrown off by that so-simple question K'aus doesn't show it. It's his hand, that would be silly. But, "Why what?" He did say an awful lot.
There's a look, it says: Really? And Nenita doesn't repeat the question, probably because she feels that he knows what she's aiming at. But that hand of hers does withdraw, going for the food she abandoned earlier. Now she begins to pick at it, dividing her attention between the plate and him.
She returns to her plate, K'aus pretends like it doesn't bother him for like a whole minute. Then he breathes, "Okay," and collects his notebook. Next he's standing.
"I can count the amount of times I've walked away from you first on one hand." One goes up and there's four wiggling fingers, her thumb pressed to her palm. It's offhanded, it might even be a little bit of a low blow if viewed in the wrong light. But she makes it when she looks up and sees that he's standing and collecting his things. That he's leaving? Yeah, under her skin a little bit.
"I don't do," he pauses, looks at her fingers but carries on anyway, "games. I don't like them, they make me angry. If you wanna play one then you should find somebody else who wants to play one with you but that's not me." K'aus takes his glasses down and folds them in one hand, then uses them to gesture mildly at her. "See, this is how I know something's going on in your head. You're never like this."
"It's not a game. It's facts. Make it five." The thumb goes up. Nenita drops her fork down on the table, causing a loud clatter before she gets to her feet. The comment about how she never acts that way gets a pause from her. She takes a breath and then pushes the chair in with more care than she put that utensil down. The dishes are left where they are, also unlike her. She flexes her fingers stiffly and makes to leave. But not before mumbling, "You're right."
She's allowed a step or two before she'll hear two more items joining her fork in the same uncareful clatter and feel his hand on her wrist. K'aus pulls on her once he has her, and look, there's a table. Her body might bump into it a little more roughly than he meant, the noise it makes earning them both an older woman's attention. He meets her gaze and smiles wanely, throwing up his other hand in a 'what can you do?' gesture.
Nenita for once becomes irritated at that confining grasp of his hand, shaking her hand to get her wrist loose. When she bumps into the table she lets out a breath. "This. This is what's going on in my head. You decide when we meet, you decide when the encounter ends. You touch me, I feel shit that I don't like fucking feeling on a normal day. The one time I take advantage of it, of /you/ really, you want to talk about it. Put me on the spot. And when I just want to leave so that I can bury my head in some sand someplace, you won't let me. And that woman is watching us." If her hand shaking could be considered fighting, it stops so that she can eyeball the older person in the background. "And I'm tired of feeling like people are trying to cage me and train me and make sure I don't break."
She shakes her hand and he winces but clamps down. Which is exactly what she's about to rally against. Nenita has /all/ of K'aus's attention, there's no way he could look at anything else, hear anything else. The expressions on his face, and they are animated, go from confused to incredulous to vaguely regretful all in the time it takes her to say everything she's been keeping from him. Suffice to say, when she's done, he's stunned. Speechless even. She mentions the woman and he looks again, just in case there's been a difference. There hasn't. She'll see his eyes move, feel more than anything else the shallow breaths he's taking like he might be unhinging. And then he's looking at her, their faces not all that far apart. His mouth relaxes. "First things first honey, I'm not trying to cage you, the only kind of training I'm personally interested in is the kind where I'm preferably on my back and we're both naked and believe me," is it hot in here? "breaking you would be the fun part. Now, here's the deal. We never talk about this again. I won't bring it up. You start deciding where we meet, when we meet, you can decide what I fucking /wear/."
That woman is probably going to have words with "someone" if something about their physical positions doesn't change. Hell, she might have words to say no mattter what, she looks like a busybody. But Nenita has stopped the struggling, given in to the clamped down pressure of his hand. Like his, her own face begins to go through a series of visible emotions, the type the result in your cheeks turning red and the eyes opening a little wide. Though maybe some of what he's saying isn't too much of a surprise. She bites her lip and then exhales, relaxing there and tipping her forehead forward, relieved. "It was really that easy?"
"What can I say." K'aus looks down at the top of her head since that's all he's being given. His hand finally lets her go, maybe only because he remembered he was still clinging to her too tightly. The fingers find the table behind her and he touches that edge while giving lady over there another wary look. "I'm a decision-maker."
When her hands are free again, she leans back onto the table and lets her hands find placement. They slide over very casually and brush against his, "You don't owe me anything. Your score settled." She begins to straighten up slowly, looking over his shoulder briefly before settling her attention back onto him. "I owe you like two, I think. Is that fair?"
Fair? Between then and now K'aus has gotten a little lost. Not that it matters, he's just given her full control. Shifting so he doesn't have to move his hands away from hers, he leans on his arms and bends one leg slightly. At eye level with her now, he forms a word with his mouth before he actually says it. "Okay."
There's a look for his word forming and then she laughs, a low throaty type of one. It happens before she shifts her leg. It bumps into his bent knee before finding its new location. "Okay." Nenita repeats before going to duck under his arm, quietly, "And I'm personally very interested in seeing what sort of training you have in mind, involving your back, that could actually break me." It's an obvious tease, a lead on. A game? Possibly, but not the same sort they were semi-engaging in before.
His knee doesn't buckle and he doesn't look down. He knows it was her, who else would bump him? But all his attentiveness doesn't matter because she's just going to duck under his arm and he's going to watch her under the same, until it gets too awkward and he turns around to lean back on the table like she was only a moment ago. His reluctant smirk suggests this kind of game is the kind he's willing to play. "All in due time." If she's on her way out he's not going to interfere this time.
There's still those plates on the table, those dirty dishes. Nenita takes them into her hands and casts a sly smile up at him. "Sure. Of course." Those things collected just like she would on any other day, like nothing unpleasent had even transpired. Heading in the direction of the sink, she waves her hand over her shoulder. "Good night, K'aus."
He already has his stuff back, glasses and book, by the time she's collecting dishes. And he's already walking out of the kitchen by the time she's cleaning them up for him, for them. Maybe he just doesn't think to say it, but K'aus doesn't thank her. What he does do is call, "Night," over his shoulder.
Double-hinged doors, clearly labeled with large signs reading 'In' and 'Out' bring a person into the kitchens of Ista Weyr. The stone-cut ceiling is fairly low compared with other areas and has heavy beams of wood secured into it. From these seemingly decorative carved rafters hang various pots, pans and other useful kitchen items that sway gently back and forth whenever one is grabbed. The back is occupied by two fairly large sized spits, various cooking hearths and the ovens. A curtain covers a wide passageway leading down to the storage caverns.
Islands of marbled counter space occupy most of the middle of the room, obvious patterns and work triangles starting to indent comfortable wear-marks into the floor. These islands are used for kitchen prep with cabinets built underneath them for organized and labeled storage. On the left are the deep, wide sinks and more cabinets, these with carved wooden fronts bearing common sights of Ista such as intertwining tea leaves and various decorous fruit and flower vines. In whatever free space remains on the right, there's a scattering a small tables for the errant passerby or kitchen worker to sit at and grab a drink or quick bite to eat.
Their place, the usual time. Their notes were swapped earlier today, K'aus wasting no time between then and now. Whenever she shows, and she might be late but they never do decide on a specific time, she'll find him already here. He's probably been here for an hour by now, not that he seems to mind the wait. There's an empty plate in front of him, an empty plate that suggests he only just recently had food. Any longer ago than 'just recently' and the evidence probably wouldn't be here anymore. By now he's reading from a leather-bound notebook, his glasses perched low on his nose.
Definitely late for dinner and when she comes in, Nenita merely greets him with a little wave before slipping off to bother the workers for something to eat. Once arrived it doesn't take her long to rustle something up and slip into the chair across from him. As if this is all too familiar and normal she simply begins to eat, sparing just enough time to utter hello and smile before taking to task the small meal in front of her.
He might have totally missed that wave had it not been for the motion of it catching his attention more than he actually /sees/ it happen. A little puzzled by her change of course but quick on the uptake, K'aus waits patiently with his thumb keeping the notebook open until she joins him. And then he waits some more, because now she's chewing. This really is all very familiar, too familiar in fact. He speaks up, flipping notebook closed and setting it down; one hand dangles lazily off his bent knee. "This is bullshit."
She swallows whatever bite of food she has in her mouth. Then with carefully raised eyebrows and a curious expression, Nenita casts a questioning glance to the notebook. "Your book? You should probably stop readiny it if it's making you upset." Another fork finds it's way into her mouth and she continues to look at him, seemingly oblivious to the call of obvious bullshit.
"Is that sarcasm? Are you actually trying to be sarcastic with me? Me?" What might have been an attempt at lightening the mood by poking back at her turns. K'aus seriously regards her, his head tilted and his eyes intent. "Are we back here to this? You're not gonna talk to me?"
Nenita chews slowly on the food as she considers him. After swallowing, "Yes. And this is getting dangerously close to turning into one of those annoying veiled arguments that old married couples have. Next thing you know, one of us is going to accuse the other of not washing the dishes with enough frequency." She pushes the dish off to the side and considers him, "I think that you want to talk about it. And I think that I'm not sure that I want to, for a variety of reasons."
"The only way this is gonna turn into one of those annoying arguments is if one of us," and here's a pointed look, "avoids actually dealing with the issue. I ask questions, you answer them, we talk. Unless you don't want to." Which she may have briefly touched on already. But K'aus is on a mission, and if he's good at anything he's good at being direct. "Here's another question, why don't you wanna talk about it."
Nenita takes a breath and sends a cursory look around them. She then stands and moves her chair closer, once done she sits again. "I don't understand why you're worried." Her tone lower so that the entire kitchen doesn't overhear them. "I didn't get in trouble, no one knows. I don't feel awkward," Probably at odds with not really wanting to talk about it, but she's swinging for it anyway it would seem, "I just..." She shakes her head, fingers tapping on the table. "Is there something that you want to talk about?"
Indulgent, K'aus adopts a secretive sort of ducking down posture when she makes the first move towards an attempt at privacy. He's leaning on the arm of his chair between them, his fingers over his mouth while she speaks and an ear tuned in. His lips have become oddly protruding by the time she's come to her question. He holds up a finger. "Okay, how about this. How about I pretend like I don't have any reason to believe you're not feeling awkward. Because I'm feeling a little awkward," he admits.
"Why? Why would /you/ feel awkward?" Nenita looks at him with obvious disbelief, her eyes narrowed as the head shaking begins again. The finger tapping has paused in order for her to really consider him. "You don't feel like...?" She trails off as the glance up and towards any potential watchers happens again. "I know what a man looks like after his dragon has lost a flight, K'aus. You didn't catch me unawares or unprepared."
This time he doesn't join her in being paranoid. His was all fake anyway. "I didn't catch you unawares?" No, not believing that either. "So you were down there minding your own business and you knew I was gonna come molest you, really? Really." But they're deviating from his intentions. K'aus closes his eyes and makes a nix that gesture with one hand. "Look." He looks at her. "Don't misconstrue here, I'm not sorry it happened."
"I don't think that's what I said?" Nenita rolls her eyes around, as if someone could maybe verify this for her. "I think I said that you looking like that wasn't exactly a shock to me. I'm a not a lamb in the dark. You didn't molest me and don't think that any of that occured because I couldn't say no to you." The agitated tapping of fingertips begins anew and she leans back in her chair, away. "So then you're not sorry. I'm sure as hell not sorry. No one got in trouble. If you don't want things misconstrued then get to the point of what you want here, because I think I'm missing it." Purposely or not.
Her attitude is confusing him, it's only too obvious. And while she might hike up the defense, K'aus is as calmly patient as he ever is, as in control of himself. His usual, a far cry from the creature that encountered her in the store room. "Why are you getting so defensive?" Trust him to call her on it.
"Because you're questioning me. Like I'm hiding something." Nenita shrugs her shoulders. When she runs into the deadend of calm, he can probably consider the defenses officially raised. She's not simply leaning back, considering him with the uplifted 'brows again.
"Okay, so I'm questioning you." There really isn't any point in denying it anymore. K'aus nearly pulls his glasses off, just transfers them to the crown of his head instead, and rubs his eyes. "I don't think you're hiding something. But look, you're younger than you act. You're dealing with all this new shit and I'm supposed to be the person you can talk to. If you feel weird you should talk to me. I don't want you not talking to me."
"That's not okay. I don't invite you to our place and question you. Give you the eyeball." Nenita pulls down on the lower lid of one of hers before crossing bare arms over her chest. Acts more mature? Hmmm. "How old am I? How old do you think that I am?" Nenita asks, like maybe this might be something important. "Getting groped in the dark isn't something new. And sometimes people like to keep secrets, makes them feel safe." She looks away, staring off at the dishwasher. The weyrling is painfully silent until finally the arms uncross and she goes to touch his hand, tentatively. "I'm not refusing to talk to you. But sometimes talking doesn't solve all your problems, it just makes new ones. And I really don't want anything like that with you."
She receives an eyebrow for her arm-crossing and all that precedes it. Really? His mouth opens after she questions him regarding her age but she's still going on so he closes it again and narrows his eyes at her. His fingers tap on the table, sure sign he's anxious to get a word in and it's battling with the obvious wanting to give her her turn. During that silence would be a perfect time to interject and he doesn't, her last words are still ringing in his ears. And maybe he's just about to say something when she reaches out. His hand stills. K'aus takes a deep breath in through his nose and levels a look on her; out comes the breath. "You and me are never gonna have those kinds of problems, sweetheart. It ain't in the cards. There's nothing you can say to me that's gonna make me ever think about giving up on you."
Maybe it's the look; or the breath after it or maybe it's the little inconsequential 'ain't in the cards' comment that slips out from between his lips. Is it the stilled hand? It could be any number of things that causes her to closes her eyes briefly before opening them again and smiling, one that looks genuine enough for all intents and purposes. Her lips press together while she's quiet. And rather than go for the typical 'Thanks for the support blah blah blah' that she might default to, another route is stepped onto. "Why?"
Maybe that isn't what he was expecting, but if he's thrown off by that so-simple question K'aus doesn't show it. It's his hand, that would be silly. But, "Why what?" He did say an awful lot.
There's a look, it says: Really? And Nenita doesn't repeat the question, probably because she feels that he knows what she's aiming at. But that hand of hers does withdraw, going for the food she abandoned earlier. Now she begins to pick at it, dividing her attention between the plate and him.
She returns to her plate, K'aus pretends like it doesn't bother him for like a whole minute. Then he breathes, "Okay," and collects his notebook. Next he's standing.
"I can count the amount of times I've walked away from you first on one hand." One goes up and there's four wiggling fingers, her thumb pressed to her palm. It's offhanded, it might even be a little bit of a low blow if viewed in the wrong light. But she makes it when she looks up and sees that he's standing and collecting his things. That he's leaving? Yeah, under her skin a little bit.
"I don't do," he pauses, looks at her fingers but carries on anyway, "games. I don't like them, they make me angry. If you wanna play one then you should find somebody else who wants to play one with you but that's not me." K'aus takes his glasses down and folds them in one hand, then uses them to gesture mildly at her. "See, this is how I know something's going on in your head. You're never like this."
"It's not a game. It's facts. Make it five." The thumb goes up. Nenita drops her fork down on the table, causing a loud clatter before she gets to her feet. The comment about how she never acts that way gets a pause from her. She takes a breath and then pushes the chair in with more care than she put that utensil down. The dishes are left where they are, also unlike her. She flexes her fingers stiffly and makes to leave. But not before mumbling, "You're right."
She's allowed a step or two before she'll hear two more items joining her fork in the same uncareful clatter and feel his hand on her wrist. K'aus pulls on her once he has her, and look, there's a table. Her body might bump into it a little more roughly than he meant, the noise it makes earning them both an older woman's attention. He meets her gaze and smiles wanely, throwing up his other hand in a 'what can you do?' gesture.
Nenita for once becomes irritated at that confining grasp of his hand, shaking her hand to get her wrist loose. When she bumps into the table she lets out a breath. "This. This is what's going on in my head. You decide when we meet, you decide when the encounter ends. You touch me, I feel shit that I don't like fucking feeling on a normal day. The one time I take advantage of it, of /you/ really, you want to talk about it. Put me on the spot. And when I just want to leave so that I can bury my head in some sand someplace, you won't let me. And that woman is watching us." If her hand shaking could be considered fighting, it stops so that she can eyeball the older person in the background. "And I'm tired of feeling like people are trying to cage me and train me and make sure I don't break."
She shakes her hand and he winces but clamps down. Which is exactly what she's about to rally against. Nenita has /all/ of K'aus's attention, there's no way he could look at anything else, hear anything else. The expressions on his face, and they are animated, go from confused to incredulous to vaguely regretful all in the time it takes her to say everything she's been keeping from him. Suffice to say, when she's done, he's stunned. Speechless even. She mentions the woman and he looks again, just in case there's been a difference. There hasn't. She'll see his eyes move, feel more than anything else the shallow breaths he's taking like he might be unhinging. And then he's looking at her, their faces not all that far apart. His mouth relaxes. "First things first honey, I'm not trying to cage you, the only kind of training I'm personally interested in is the kind where I'm preferably on my back and we're both naked and believe me," is it hot in here? "breaking you would be the fun part. Now, here's the deal. We never talk about this again. I won't bring it up. You start deciding where we meet, when we meet, you can decide what I fucking /wear/."
That woman is probably going to have words with "someone" if something about their physical positions doesn't change. Hell, she might have words to say no mattter what, she looks like a busybody. But Nenita has stopped the struggling, given in to the clamped down pressure of his hand. Like his, her own face begins to go through a series of visible emotions, the type the result in your cheeks turning red and the eyes opening a little wide. Though maybe some of what he's saying isn't too much of a surprise. She bites her lip and then exhales, relaxing there and tipping her forehead forward, relieved. "It was really that easy?"
"What can I say." K'aus looks down at the top of her head since that's all he's being given. His hand finally lets her go, maybe only because he remembered he was still clinging to her too tightly. The fingers find the table behind her and he touches that edge while giving lady over there another wary look. "I'm a decision-maker."
When her hands are free again, she leans back onto the table and lets her hands find placement. They slide over very casually and brush against his, "You don't owe me anything. Your score settled." She begins to straighten up slowly, looking over his shoulder briefly before settling her attention back onto him. "I owe you like two, I think. Is that fair?"
Fair? Between then and now K'aus has gotten a little lost. Not that it matters, he's just given her full control. Shifting so he doesn't have to move his hands away from hers, he leans on his arms and bends one leg slightly. At eye level with her now, he forms a word with his mouth before he actually says it. "Okay."
There's a look for his word forming and then she laughs, a low throaty type of one. It happens before she shifts her leg. It bumps into his bent knee before finding its new location. "Okay." Nenita repeats before going to duck under his arm, quietly, "And I'm personally very interested in seeing what sort of training you have in mind, involving your back, that could actually break me." It's an obvious tease, a lead on. A game? Possibly, but not the same sort they were semi-engaging in before.
His knee doesn't buckle and he doesn't look down. He knows it was her, who else would bump him? But all his attentiveness doesn't matter because she's just going to duck under his arm and he's going to watch her under the same, until it gets too awkward and he turns around to lean back on the table like she was only a moment ago. His reluctant smirk suggests this kind of game is the kind he's willing to play. "All in due time." If she's on her way out he's not going to interfere this time.
There's still those plates on the table, those dirty dishes. Nenita takes them into her hands and casts a sly smile up at him. "Sure. Of course." Those things collected just like she would on any other day, like nothing unpleasent had even transpired. Heading in the direction of the sink, she waves her hand over her shoulder. "Good night, K'aus."
He already has his stuff back, glasses and book, by the time she's collecting dishes. And he's already walking out of the kitchen by the time she's cleaning them up for him, for them. Maybe he just doesn't think to say it, but K'aus doesn't thank her. What he does do is call, "Night," over his shoulder.