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Title: The Only Exception - Pastries
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Prompt: #2 - Pastries
Summary: She brought over a box of pastries.
Author's Notes: Second one. I love their characters, but writing them is pretty difficult. Especially after the shock of this episode, I'm not out of it yet.
A moment of silence.
“…Do you want the pastries?” She asked bluntly.
He looked at her inquiringly, his eyes heavy with sleep. He brought his arms over his head and stretched before rubbing his eyes tiredly, trying to be more alert. “Pass them over.” His voice was monotone and lacked any emotion.
She passed him the box and sat down in the chair across from him and watched as he inspected the food. She had walked into the room with the box in the middle of the day and she had expected him to be awake by then, but, lo and behold, he was still sleeping! She merely shook her head at him before waking him up by calling his name, and in a minute he was awake.
He picked up a pastry, a butter tart, and delicately held it between his forefinger and thumb before popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly. He gulped his pastry down and kept his eyes trained on the box before raising his eyes to meet hers. He yawned once before quickly saying, "Are you just going to stare at me all day," and at that, she had pouted a bit but a splay of pink brushed over her cheeks, "but obviously that's not the case, so what do you want?" He spoke bluntly and uncaring and she wondered whether he chose to be blunt on purpose or just lacked a certain trait called tact.
She shook her head at him, it was turning into a routine that he would always ask her what she wanted. Maybe he only did asked her that, or maybe he was just used to asking people that. He did say that people either came to him for help not often for company.
"No, I was just walking this store had beautiful pastries that looked delicious so I bought a box of them. I couldn't eat all of them, so I thought you might want some." She spoke softly before shrugging her shoulders.
He lifted a pecan danish out of the box, and she raised an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed her action and spoke again, "You brought food, clearly this was some form of bribery or payment to help you." His tone was indifferent and he took a bite of the danish.
"Does everything have to be to use your eye? I just came over to eat together, I'm not bribing anyone here." She spoke defiantly, she found his eye to be beyond fascinating but it wasn't what defined him. He was a person beyond the eye and all the supernatural problems he was constantly caught up in.
The pink haired girl was a tad bit annoyed at the male who sat across from her. Given, it wasn't necessarily his fault; he was just used to people taking advantage of his eye.
She smiled at the male, while he looked at her curiously, still munching on his danish.
"It's a good thing you let me eat some of these pastries, otherwise you would've ate all of them and gained a couple more pounds again." She wondered if he would ever meet a person who would set him straight and teach him to interact with people without insulting the person during the conversation.
She ignored his comment, not giving it more thought than needed and continued smiling at the young male.
He needed a friend. She would be his friend, and hopefully he would accept her as a friend.
Before that though, she needed to say something.
"Why is it that you're eating all of the pastries that I hate?"
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Prompt: #2 - Pastries
Summary: She brought over a box of pastries.
Author's Notes: Second one. I love their characters, but writing them is pretty difficult. Especially after the shock of this episode, I'm not out of it yet.
A moment of silence.
“…Do you want the pastries?” She asked bluntly.
He looked at her inquiringly, his eyes heavy with sleep. He brought his arms over his head and stretched before rubbing his eyes tiredly, trying to be more alert. “Pass them over.” His voice was monotone and lacked any emotion.
She passed him the box and sat down in the chair across from him and watched as he inspected the food. She had walked into the room with the box in the middle of the day and she had expected him to be awake by then, but, lo and behold, he was still sleeping! She merely shook her head at him before waking him up by calling his name, and in a minute he was awake.
He picked up a pastry, a butter tart, and delicately held it between his forefinger and thumb before popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly. He gulped his pastry down and kept his eyes trained on the box before raising his eyes to meet hers. He yawned once before quickly saying, "Are you just going to stare at me all day," and at that, she had pouted a bit but a splay of pink brushed over her cheeks, "but obviously that's not the case, so what do you want?" He spoke bluntly and uncaring and she wondered whether he chose to be blunt on purpose or just lacked a certain trait called tact.
She shook her head at him, it was turning into a routine that he would always ask her what she wanted. Maybe he only did asked her that, or maybe he was just used to asking people that. He did say that people either came to him for help not often for company.
"No, I was just walking this store had beautiful pastries that looked delicious so I bought a box of them. I couldn't eat all of them, so I thought you might want some." She spoke softly before shrugging her shoulders.
He lifted a pecan danish out of the box, and she raised an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed her action and spoke again, "You brought food, clearly this was some form of bribery or payment to help you." His tone was indifferent and he took a bite of the danish.
"Does everything have to be to use your eye? I just came over to eat together, I'm not bribing anyone here." She spoke defiantly, she found his eye to be beyond fascinating but it wasn't what defined him. He was a person beyond the eye and all the supernatural problems he was constantly caught up in.
The pink haired girl was a tad bit annoyed at the male who sat across from her. Given, it wasn't necessarily his fault; he was just used to people taking advantage of his eye.
She smiled at the male, while he looked at her curiously, still munching on his danish.
"It's a good thing you let me eat some of these pastries, otherwise you would've ate all of them and gained a couple more pounds again." She wondered if he would ever meet a person who would set him straight and teach him to interact with people without insulting the person during the conversation.
She ignored his comment, not giving it more thought than needed and continued smiling at the young male.
He needed a friend. She would be his friend, and hopefully he would accept her as a friend.
Before that though, she needed to say something.
"Why is it that you're eating all of the pastries that I hate?"