Bad Ending 4:
A/N: Just some stuff I think of from the top of my head. I freestyled this so excuse the grammar and punctuation. I am making this a drabble series of shorts with Luciel and MC. {Takes place in 707's Route} so shall I say, spoiler alert.
In this fanfic, MC is very blunt and a smart mouthed. Making her intimidatingly confident and an independent character, unlike like her portrayal in the actual game. I should also add that her relationship with 707 is very strained. She is aware of his inner battles and depression but can only sympathize with him to a degree until she starts to get annoyed with his self-deprecating and self-loathing thoughts and comments. She does not coddle him or encourage his behavior and will call him out on it when she fells necessary. However, she still makes her feelings for him very evident and doesn't try to hide it.
Shut Up
"Where are you going?"
"Well unlike you I don't starve myself." You said turning around meeting his gaze with an annoyed sigh. This was probably the first time he had taken the time to even acknowledge you for the day.
"I'm going to the kitchen."
"I told you not to go anywhere I can't see you." It was true, he made it clear when the he first arrived to the apartment. Not that it stopped you nonetheless.
"Then pack up your toys and go to the kitchen with me, because I'm cooking."
"...ugh." Was the only thing you heard as you headed down the hallway and soon into the kitchen. Though it was uncomfortable fist coming to the apartment, you quickly took a liking to the small living space. It was homey, even though the previous owner was dead, which took some adjustment to get used to. The kitchen and bedroom was much larger than what you were working with back at your house. There was more than one counter top and enough room to store all pots and pans without clutter. Oh, how you hated clutter.
You rolled up your sleeves pushing them back to your elbows and washing your hands drying them off on your pants, then started pulling the ingredients out to make your meal. The screeching sound of a chair being pulled out made you turn your head to Seven who was now setting up his laptop on the table. You were a bit surprised, you didn't think he would follow you much less take his equipment with him. He seemed too occupied to notice your staring. It was still a bit unrealistic that he was here in the apartment with you, it was just the other day when you two goofed around messing with Yoosung, texting one another meme after meme, and staying up within the nights privately having conversations through the CCTV camera... You cleared your throat turning your attention to the task before you.
A decent number of minutes passed as you were still cutting up vegetables and separating them into their own separate bowls, which would ultimately result in you having to wash more dishes; however, the thought of the vegetables getting mixed up within one another made you cringe. Setting aside the ones you finished cutting you reached out to retrieve the tomatoes when a hand met yours. You jerked your hand back from surprise while staring at Seven who seemed unfazed by you startled state.
"What are you doing?" You said trying to keep your voice calm as possible pretending to be busy cutting up vegetables. His eyes went to the cutting board for a moment before looking back at you. "Let me help."
You scoffed, taking the knife and cutting the already diced food into even smaller increments. "Why? Aren't you busy being the Defender of Justass?"
He didn't say anything instead he removed his hand from the tomato and into his pockets. "...It'll be faster if we just do it together, the faster we finish, the faster I can go back to work."
"I don't cook anything at home, so I don't know how much help I can be, so just tell me what you need me to do."
You stopped cutting and looked at him, the disbelief not showing on your face. It was…odd of him offering to help with a task as time consuming and tedious as cooking. The male didn't even bother to assist you when you were heavy lifting furniture trying you find the back of your earing. Perhaps he was just kissing your ass from your argument with him earlier.
"Fine, go wash your hands." You said in defeat setting aside the bowls to make room for him.
"So." He started shaking the water from his hands. "What are you making?"
"Food." You replied automatically. You swore you heard him suck his teeth, you laughed inwardly.
"It's a western dish, Lasagna."
"Are you familiar with western culture?" Throughout getting to know the RFA members, there was only a handful amount of times when they would ask you about your personal life, it didn't bother you. You were more interested and involved in theirs, but for Seven to outright ask you on the spot it made you somewhat uncomfortable.
"My mother is American." You said lower than you intended it to be; however, he caught it making a face that you imagined in your head so many times when talking to him on the messenger. It was cute.
"You're mixed?" You bit the inside of your cheek eyes still focused on the cutting board. "Start dicing up the tomatoes."
It was an attempt to end the conversation, however when you heard chucking besides you, you immediately turned your head to him as he was observing the red fruit in his head. "What?" You said slightly annoyed.
"Just-ass? Good one." You paused going back to your conversation with him a few minutes ago, when you butchered his slogan. You couldn't help back a smile and handed him an empty bowl to place his tomatoes in.
"Shut up."