Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[Neshimo]

"Thank you, a nice song you picked. Now, if you could come here and sit on the couch again..." Wanting too play the part yell, he lets out a yawn, a real one. He'd been holding them back for reasons of being a sniper, so he grabs the sheet, and taking his shoes off, places in around his legs mostly, wanting his torso and above too be exposed as the wound is still sore, the wrapping around his stomach becoming slightly tighter around his waist because of it. "I'll need too borrow your lap as a pillow for a while, if that's all right with you."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, moving over to him and sitting down so he could lay his head down. Still shaken up, both from the dream and feeling like she wasn't able to help him... she hoped that someday she'd actually be able to do something for him. And that she wouldn't fall back asleep... he needed a lot more rest than her, and she didn't want to end up accidentally smothering him. "I-I'm glad you like it." She couldn't do much for him, and... she'd just realized that it'd been killing her inside. He was the first person to care about her since her family, and... and... she had to stop or she'd cry again. Crying never helped her... there was too much to cry about.

 

[Neshimo]

He moves over, his head carefully into her lap, though instead of laying side ways, he decides too look straight up towards her, wanting her face too be the last thing he sees before taking his first, voluntary sleep for the first time in almost 5 years. Before drifting off, he takes his hand, the other across his chest, and places it on her cheek, still somewhat wet from crying, and gives her a smile, though it's a bit different from the signature one he gives her frequently. This one, filled with sorrow, happiness, guilt, all the emotions of an apology, can be seen in his eyes, and the curve of his lips, the scruff of his beard, and with two rubs of her cheek he says, "Thank you, for letting me sleep." With that, he closes his eyes, and falls into a rest, his hand sliding off her cheek, and planting itself on his forehead, his expression becoming one of peace, and serenity.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nearly grabbed his hand, eyes filling with tears of a slightly different sort, but instead she hums along slightly with the song, softly, hoping to help him sleep better. He was actually going to sleep... actually trying to take care of himself... she was so happy. Even if it wasn't because of her, it couldn't have been, as incapable as she'd proven herself to be, he was still taking care of himself. Sure, she could be terrified of her sleep, but she still chose to sleep... it couldn't have been as bad as whatever had made him avoid it for as long as he did.... even if he could survive on so little, he still needed to rest when he could, and so... she mouthed the words 'thank you' at him, not wanting to wake the man up. After all... this time it'd been his choice, and... and she nearly started crying again. What had he done to her, making Saphire so emotional? Even her fear was just that, fear... and... and... she... she was... her head fell back, sorrowful expression filled with what could only be described as shock.


She couldn't deny it this time. She was in love.

 

[Neshimo]

His calm expression doesn't fade. He isn't sleeping, he can't though he is somewhat disconnected with the world, his mind starting too drift off into memories, bad ones, and happy ones. Unlike her though, his face remains serene and calm. These are memories he's learning too accept, so he must see them all too the end, though not all of them are of this past life. Most, are of his life now, his training, reading stories, talking with the fellow soldiers and training mates, and finally, Saphire. Through his rest, he awakes without opening his eyes, then falls into another rest, too give the illusion of true sleep, though with every opening, and every ending, her smile, the one smile he's seen her make, a slide show of expressions, are what makes him re watch all of the memories from start too finish.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire abently, now calming down a bit and mind dead, wipes her tears away. It wasn't the time for that, and she worried that if she did start to think she'd break down again.... or start to get flustered. After all... even with her siblings she'd never had to figure anything out, it just came naturally... and Jamil probably wouldn't feel comfortable with her freaking out next to him. So instead she closed her eyes, focusing on her partner, the man she... well, the closest being to her, and trying to sense everything about him she could, to memorize him in this peaceful state.

 

[Neshimo]

His multiple rest, lead well into the afternoon, the sun past the 12 pm mark, though it's not going into dusk just yet. He slowly opens his eyes, at just about the 14th rest he's taken, giving a long yawn before trailing his hand too her shoulder, then finally giving a smile before fully opening his eyes too look at her. She still looks shaken up, he can feel it oozing off her psyche, yet still keeps his smile, wanting her too know everything is alright. "Good afternoon Saphire..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Good afternoon, Jamil." A pause... was he really ready to wake up? She couldn't justify staying in that room any longer though... she was starting to get hungry again, and that was never good... though, it wasn't much of a problem with how much meat she'd eaten recently. And that was just a distraction because something about the way he was smiling was making her feel odd.... not that she knew exactly what it was just yet, "S-so... are you ok? Did you sleep well?" She didn't know he hadn't actually slept, after all....

 

[Neshimo]

"I slept perfectly, thanks too you." He places his arms on his chest, taking deep breaths before finally pushing himself up and off her lap. "Your lap makes the perfect pillow, and I didn't have any nightmares either. I guess I'll need too use you as a pillow more often." A light joke, if he'd actually slept, he most likely would have had nightmares if he'd actually been knocked out. Though, because it was he, he didn't want this girl, the one who wanted too help him, see that side of him.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A nod, "Anytime, Jamil. Any time." She stood once he was off of her, stretching slightly, and her stomach let out a small growl. She'd skipped breakfast, and most of the meals the day before, so she was actually really hungry... but she wouldn't show him that. As another joke to match his, or... what she assumed would be a joke, she added "I guess you're pretty hungry, eh Jamil?" Blaming the noise on him. It'd fall flat if he hadn't heard her, though...

 

[Neshimo]

"Hmm...maybe." He hears her stomach, then kneels down too stare at her stomach area. Hearing the rumbling again, he looks up towards her face, then back down again, as if carefully studying it as a new species. "I think your stomach is speaking some foreign mystical language. Something our minds will barely be able too comprehend, truly an amazing specimen...nope. Couldn't hold it..." A laugh erupts from him, as he goes to cover his mouth, and it slowly dies down after rubbing his chin for a while. "I'll, meet you at the cafeteria, something I have too do first. Alright with you?"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nearly laughed too, a small giggle managing to get out, but she nodded, face contorted from trying to not do so. "O-ok. Don't get lost." She absently grabbed her stomach, almost blaming it for causing them to joke around. She should be putting the blindfold on him, but... nope, he had something to do. And... she was just too hungry at the moment to let herself argue, at all... even about something as trivial as whether he should do that something now or later.

 

[Neshimo]

He heads over too one of the bathrooms, and takes out a small shaving blade. The hair on his face really has been too much on him, and though it isn't necessary, the feeling of a rough man doesn't seem too fit his image anymore. He's become more fatherly, and loving of a certain someone, and he plans too look the part. That, along with a line of shaving cream left here, most likely for the soldiers use, he begins too wet his face before applying the cream.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire left as he headed for the bathroom, hoping to find the cafeteria free. It was a bit late, she figured, for anyone to be using the kitchen... except she was wrong. Once she'd arrived there was a whole crew working on the next meal, dinner, already. A soft frown, and then... "So, any room for me an' my partner to make lunch?" Half of the crew paused, hearing of her reputation, and the other half jerked, having accidentally burned themselves. One had the presence of mind to suggest she use the unopened kitchen on the second floor, offering some of his ingredients to use. She nodded, taking a small crate up to the second floor, a small "Thanks" her reply to him. Her planned meal? She'd make him some real ramen for once, they had the noodles and ingredients. He could have a taste of her homeland, hopefully.

 

[Neshimo]

A snip there, a long stroke there, and after a few minutes, he's not smooth, though only the small hair follicles not touched by the blade remain. He's simple, and with that he heads over too the cafeteria. Though, immediately redirected by the chefs working today, telling him too head upstairs too find his partner. "Upstairs...gotcha." Slowly walking away, he stops in the middle of the hall. "Theres an upstairs to this place?!"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire was boiling the water now, dachi and miso already in the pot, noodles as well... and she was cutting up the seaweed and the other ingredients. It wouldn't take her long to finish the meal, just get the noodles soft and put in the pot, and as long as everything was slightly soft... well, it wouldn't be perfect, but it'd be close. A soft humming had started again, this time more of a happy tune, bouncing and rushing forward on the momentum.

 

[Neshimo]

Jamil, running into a random troop, ask for directions, and painfully, he listens carefully as the troop gives him simple directions too the upstairs kitchen. A thank you heart fully, and he heads too the stairwell, now on his way too the kitchen again, and begins hearing the sound of her humming well before actually arriving there, plus the smell of cooking halfway through the hall was a good indicator as well, as he walks into the room.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She's just put the ingredients inside the pot, turning off the heat with what could only be described as an excited smile. "Now it just needs to sit for a few minutes, and I can put it into a bowl." She stirred the pot, tapping the spoon to drop the remaining drops off in rhythm with her song. She put it down, turning to face the table, and finally noticed Jamil, cheeks quickly turning bright red as she stuttered slightly "U-uh... H-hi?"

 

[Neshimo]

"Hello, sorry for my long arrival. Just needed too shave." Another rubbing on his chin again, the feeling of being shaved always somewhat foreign too him, though still something he does all the same. Walking in, leaning onto the counter, he takes a deep smell of the area, a smile appearing as he exhales. "Smell good, though not familiar. What might you be making?" Deciding too not heckle her about it, again trying to let her do things for him now, he truly wish too know how she'll react, hopefully positively, too her new duties as his partner.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Her expression, previously just a bit stiff, relaxed. "It's a traditional soup from my homeland. It's called Ramen... you used to get some instant ramen at a store here, but... over time that was lost." What could be a smug look, "It's nothing compared to the real deal, and somehow we had all of the necessary ingredients... so I thought I'd have you take a few tastes! The real stuff is much better than the over-salted instant noodles..."

 

[Neshimo]

"Oh, I used too buy them at the convenience store when ever it'd be a long day at work. I didn't know they were an actual dish, I'm glad you decided too make them for me." He smiles, now looking at the pot, the smell increasing, and actually after not eating for a while, a loud grumble comes from his stomach, demanding a taste of the food soon to come. "I know...I know...soon." Rubbing his stomach, as if it actually had feelings, his face flushes somewhat embarrassed by her hearing it. "Excuse me..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Yup, an actual dish." She chose to ignore the little weird moment of his... she sometimes talked to her bow, after all, so.... Resisting the urge to shrug she stirred the pot again, making sure nothing stayed on the bottom too long, and put some in a tasting dish. A small taste, and yes... it was finished. "Take a seat, I'm serving it now." She waved at the table, putting the ladle down to take out a pair of deep bowls for the two of them, putting the garnishes and the rice-cracker on top once they'd been filled with ramen, and placed first his bowl and then her own. "You want to use chopsticks, or a fork 'r spoon?"

 

[Neshimo]

"Why thank you." He goes too sit down at the designated table for serving, sitting across from her, and requesting, "Chop sticks, they usually came with the pack where I got them from, got used too eating it that way I guess." Truthful, and smelling delicious, he'd also been paying attention too her during their more recent meals, and waits for her too sit down with him too address a certain act she does when she's about too eat.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Good. That's how they should be eaten." A sharp nod, she got out two pairs from a conveniently placed drawer, one blue and the other green, handing him the green pair. She took a seat opposite of him, happily taking a slurp of the noodles inside of the bowl. The natural flavor... it'd been the right choice to put meat in after all! A satisfied expression entered her eyes... I missed this kind of food.... sure, the stuff traditionally eaten around here's good and all... but nothing beats a bowl of beef ramen!

 

[Neshimo]

"You didn't do it this time." He says, watching her eating, and he places the chops sticks down, clapping his hands together. "I-ta-da-kit-metsu?" He ask questioning himself, most likely getting it wrong the language being foreign too him. "Something like that, right? I've always wondered what it is that was." It seemed to be a prayer, though it sounded so short, that it sounded more like a whisper too herself than the gods.