Skeleton Keys

[Ricia]

"Uh... you told me I can help myself to your fridge." Sage said. Her voice just rung with the after notion of 'duh'. She finished pulling out thing to make some really nice omelets. Of course she started searching for a frying pan and some type of spices.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz rolled his eyes and reached up high above Sage's head, and pulled down a frying pan. All the pots and pans were kept up in some of the high cabinets


"Do you never think to just put together a sandwich or something simple?"


He walked over to the side and set down the case that he had brought down

 

[Ricia]

"Simple is for amateurs." Sage said waving Sanz off, simply rolling her wrists behind her head. Though she smiled when he pulled down the frying pan. Her mind simply jumped with joy as he allowed her to carry on with what she wanted.

 

[Ixidor92]

"That's a very limited way of looking at it. You don't fight fancy just because you're able to, you fight in whatever way is effective."


Sanz made his way back into the living room, putting his book bag to the side. The small container was left in the kitchen


"By the way, if you plan on taking that shower you should do so before we continue."

 

[Ricia]

"I just really want to wash my shirt..." Sage grumbled, mostly to herself. However she made sure she was loud enough for Sanz to hear her. Taking out a bowl and finding a fork, Sage set them aside before starting to cut up the meat and veggies she pulled out earlier.

 

[Ixidor92]

If someone could make noise by rolling their eyes hard enough, there would probably have been a distinctly audible clamor behind Sage.


"There's no permanent damage, what are you complaining for?"


Sanz reached down and plugged his phone into the wall before checking the clock. It read somewhere around 6:27

 

[Ricia]

"Because it's dirty. I don't roll around in the dirt for fun. A man should look respectable, clean and crisp." Sage seemed to hug herself turning in a slightly dramatic fashion as she started off on a tangent about her clothing. She only struck the pose for a few seconds before setting to work again. Finishing cutting up the middle of her omelets, she put the man on some heat and began to crack some eggs. "So.. whats in the box?"

 

[Ixidor92]

"Costume make-up. My sister left it with me a few years back."


Sanz walked back into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame when he arrived


"Specifically, it's supposed to recreate bruises and similar injuries."

 

[Ricia]

Well what the hell does he need that for...? "Umm.. cool?" Sage made it almost sound like a question. She flipped the large egg cocoon over to it's other side.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Hey, you asked."


Sanz shook his head and sat down at the small table in the kitchen


"I told you last night that the story would be I beat the living hell out of you right?"

 

[Ricia]

"So wait...." Sage said pausing. "My bruises now... are not Enough now?!" Sage asked with a bit of shock, "Savages... your friends are savages!" Sage said a bit exasperated.

 

[Ixidor92]

"They're not my friends."


Sanz let out a sigh and leaned forward on his knees


"Look. It needs to appear like I beat you within an inch of your life before sending you home, and everyone needs to see it. Otherwise, they'll think that you're connected to me . . . and you'll be a target. You don't want that."

 

[Ricia]

"Wouldn't saving me and claiming that i'm your toy doesn't send out the message that you and I are connected. Got it!" Sage said with a laugh before putting an omelette on the plate and pushing to to Sanz. She then started to cook a second one.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz leaned back in his chair and groaned


"Positive connection. There's a very large difference between that and what I told Violet."


Sanz noticed the omelette pushed at him out of the corner of his eye, almost as if it was some kind of demonic offering


"I thought I made it clear I only eat my own food yesterday?"

 

[Ricia]

"Well not it is your food. As I am using.. your food, to make it." Sage told him with a bit of an smirk.

 

[Ixidor92]

"That's not what I meant and you already know it."


Sanz shook his head


"I can cook for myself, I don't need anyone else to do so."

 

[Ricia]

(Woot woot, Last finals tomorrow... then I am FREE!!!! -parties-)


"Well if you want to waste the food that you paid for with your own money. I guess. It is your food, you can do whatever you want with it!" Sage said with a chuckle. She quickly finished up the second omelette and put it on a second plate.

 

[Ixidor92]

(One tomorrow and two on Monday. Unfortunately the one today I bombed harder than Hiroshima . . .)


Sanz let out a sigh and turned his head up to the ceiling


"Technically speaking it's not my money. My parents send a monthly allowance that I use."

 

[Ricia]

(So sorry.... ... )


"Well that is your choice~!" Sage murmured as she pulled her omelette out of the pan and onto an extra plate. She then went hunting for a fork, which eventually she found and began to eat. 2 hours of sleep was the worst. She wanted to go back to bed more than anything.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz let out a sigh and brought his head back down to earth. The omelette was sitting there. Smelling amazing. Taunting him.


"Do you get your kicks by doing this to people?"

 

[Ricia]

"I have no idea what you are talking about... I just cooked you breakfast.." Sage said with a sigh. Like he was being stupid for no reason. Secretly grinning to herself in her mind, laughing at him just as he feared. The answer to that question was yes. Yes she does get kicked out of this... though a bit of praise for her food would be nice. She wanted to eventually open a restaurant and cook full time. That was her dream job.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz let out a sigh and finally decided he could relent this time. It was either that or waste it, and besides which he needed breakfast at some point. One bite quickly turned into two, and then several. In just a few minutes the whole thing was eaten.


"There. Happy?"

 

[Ricia]

Sage watched as he took a testing bite. She couldn't tell if he was just hungry or he liked it... because he ate with such vigour he finished far before her. Though she loved to savor her own food, not eat it like some kind of starving vagabond. She had to stop herself from laughing when he looked up at her and asked if she was pleased with herself. "As pleased as a bear with honey~" She responded, finishing the last two bites of her food afterwords.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz leaned back in his chair. Much as he hated to admit it, that had been a welcome meal.


"Right, then maybe we can get on with painting your face."

 

[Ricia]

"I'm not a fan of make up... I still don't get this whole... 'I own you but I don't so I'll beat you up' type deal." Sage said waving her hands lightly, picking up the blades and moving them to the kitchen, however she did pick up the makeup box he left in there to bring back to where they were sitting.