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The One From an Alien Planet

Cortana began to ate the soup from the bowl. She smiled, finishing off all of the soup and sitting back, sighing heavily as she leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
 
(How she's able to eat so fast with those injuries eludes me xD )


He picks up her jacket from next to the couch, laying it over her like a blanket. He turns off the lights, makes sure the door's locked, and then heads to bed. Good night. Hope you're feeling better than earlier.
 
Cortana woke up early in the morning, her muscles stiff. She groaned, rolling over and landing on the floor.


(Alienness)
 
Ren walks out of the kitchen, carrying two plates covered by bacon and scrambled eggs, as well as a fork for each of them. He sets her plate down, walks back into the kitchen, then brings an entire huge plate covered with eggs, the other covered with bacon. "Hope this is enough for you." He starts to eat, putting a little bit of salt an pepper on his eggs each time he takes a bite, until they're the right flavor.
 
Cortana sat strait up, staring at the food placed in front of her. Once again, her curious mind told her to poke the eggs, resulting in bits and pieces of egg on her finger. Next she touched the bacon, the slick grease sliding onto her fingers. She smiled and reached for a strip, chewing on it slowly before finishing it off in one gulp.
 
Ren starts to eat his food fast. Not gonna lose to you this time. I'll be the one to eat the most and eat the fastest. He finishes off his plate, taking another plateful, eating it.
 
Cortana began to inhale the food, her arms moving fast as she reached across the table for more bacon.
 
Ren eats just as fast as her, forcing himself to ignore the fact his stomach's about to burst from all the food. How can she eat all this without so much as a little pain in her stomach...?
 
Cortana finished up the last of the food, burping loudly. She stared at him, not sure what to do.
 
I think I might throw up from eating all that... Hope I don't get punched in the gut by my friend if I see him today... He looks at the girl, wondering how she was able to eat all of that and not be about to throw up. He goes into the kitchen, getting himself a cup of water. He returns, sitting back down. "Hey, so... You able to understand me...? You've been lacking response to anything I've said since I found you yesterday..."


(Eh, won't be leaving for a little bit, it seems.)
 
(Cool~)


Cortana sighed, looking at him. She thought for a long time, her tired brain trying to pick up some of the words he had said. "I... understand... no speak." She said.
 
He looks at her as she attempts to speak to him in a language she clearly doesn't know. He walks around the table over to her, petting her on the head. "Don't worry. Even if you can't talk to me or understand me, I'll take good care of you while you're here." He looks at her with a friendly smile, taking the plates back in to the kitchen to clean them.
 
Cortana stared after him, looking around the room. She began to explore the room, picking up a book. She looked at it, flipping the pages. She turned towards her savior and took it, whacking his head.
 
Upon being hit, Ren drops one of the plates, it breaking. "Ow! That hurts, you know. Great, now I've got to clean up..." He walks over to the closet, taking out a broom and dustpan, starting to sweep the glass off the floor. I get the feeling she doesn't know what it means to be saved, or what it means to be injured, seeing as she's able to hit me on the head with a book so hard.
 
Cortana took the book and flipped it over in her hands, examining it. She nodded and returned it to the shelf, looking around. She found a pencil and looked at it. She then threw it at the ceiling, the pencil sticking out of the ceiling.
 
He dumps all the glass he's picked up in the trash, then sees the pencil in the wall. "How the... No, bad, bad! We don't throw pencils in to the walls!" He walks over the the pencil, pulling it out. He puts the pencil in his pocket, then goes back to wash the dishes.
 
Cortana gave an innocent look and kept looking around. She found some scissors and she ran her finger across it, soon a small trickle of silver blood leaking out of it. Pressing the cut to her lips, she took the scissors and some paper and started cutting it into tiny strips.
 
Ren walks back into the living room, seeing her cut strips of paper. Good, she's not doing anything dangerous like throwing pencils... I'll just leave her be for now. He walks to the bathroom, closing the door, the lock on it broken from how old the door is.
 
Cortana soon get's bored with this room and heads towards the small room the man disappeared into. She opened the door and was faced with a sigh that she did not like at all. Letting out a shriek, she slammed the door shut.
 
When the girl opens the door, Ren just about screams (Though doesn't), almost having a heart attack. He finishes in the bathroom, washing his hands before leaving, immediately walking to his room, closing and locking the door so he can change clothes.
 
Cortana curled into a corner, clutching her knees to her chest. She was not entirely sure what she had seen, but whatever it was, she was sure she was not supposed to see it.
 
Ren walks out of his room, now wearing some new clothes. He looks around for the girl, finding her curled up in a corner. He kneels down next to her, lightly placing his hand on her right shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong...?"
 
Cortana looked up, feeling something touch her shoulder. She squeaked and tried to pull her head away from him, bashing the back of her head on the wall. She instantly went limp, falling forward.
 
Ren catches her as she falls forward, keeping her from hitting the floor. "Hey, you okay!?" Panicked from the girl hitting her head, he carries her over to the couch, laying her down while he rushes to get an ice pack. He takes the ice pack, carefully laying her head on it, holding her up slightly so she doesn't get pressed too hard against the ice.
 
Cortana woke up a few minutes later, groaning as she opened her eyes. Feeling something cold and wet on her forehead, she presses a hand to it, the cold stinging her fingers. Almost yelping, she pulled her hand back, waiting for it to warm up. As soon as it was warm again, she marveled at it and touched it again, this time her smooth skin meeting his.
 

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