You're Gonna Go Far, Kid [Attn: Yako, Closed?]

[ara_scelerivore]

CHARACTERS: Neuro, Yako
SUMMARY: Taking up the note on his journal post, Neuro goes to fill Yako in on things and see how long he can avoid her realizing he's human
PLACE: Yako's Apartment
TIME: Early morning. REALLY early. 3 am early.
WARNINGS: Neuro. ._. Probably less screaming and injury than previous threads!

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[culpritisyou]

When Yako had nerves, there were several things she could do about then. Before Mr. Overbearing Parrot had crash-landed in her daily routine it was cooking. After, it had been puzzles, anything to make herself less of a dead weight and maybe, just maybe something useful or even minutely shiny. Nowadays her cooking methods were a little... odd.

All the ingredients she planned on using were tossed higgledy-piggledy around the table and counters. With her eyes closed, Yako had thrown them in no particular order and strewn them haphazard even in the pots and the salad bowl. It didn't strike her as odd to be scuttling around and picking up this bag of carrots or that container of ground meat, not at all, not one bit. The time of the day didn't register, but at least she had this distraction.

[ara_scelerivore]

She was awake enough - and absorbed in her cooking.

And the smell had that nagging reminder that he hadn't eaten in a while.

He kept as quiet as possible, sidling into the apartment and sliding the door shut carefully behind him, slinking up trying to avoid line of sight or any sudden movements in peripheral-vision range, trying to get right up behind her without being noticed.

[culpritisyou]

Unfortunately for Neuro, he'd trained her well. The hairs on her neck rose and Yako had sense--and paranoia--enough to whirl and throw her sack of carrots right into his pasty scheming face. "YAAAAA!!"

Too late it registered who it was. She didn't really regret it.

[ara_scelerivore]

Neuro half-caught the bag - not fast enough to prevent the impact, but enough to keep it from falling to the ground.

"You're up early, Slave." He smiled pointily over the bag of carrots.