A simple tapping from the other side of the apartment door, disrupted the tennant's reading. Lowering the book, the male's eyes glanced over to the door as the knocking ceased momentarily. It was late in the evening, and as far as the male knew he wasn't expecting any visitors, especially in this part of town nearly deserted by all means.
The knocking reoccurred, prompting him to get up placing the book face down on the table in front of him. Approaching the door he looked through the peephole to see someone all too familiar. Unlocking the door, opening it just enough so eyes between the two could meet.
"What brings you here this time of day?"
The female on the opposite side of the door smiled lifting up her right arm displaying several plastic bags. "Well, I got done shooting today earlier than I expected and brought some take out and figured we could share?"
Bubbly aqua eyes and soft smile seemed encouraging enough.
The male pulled the door open further allowing the female to enter. Heels clacking on the wooden floor of the narrow entry way, without further notice, the female stepped up into the small hallway by passing the bathroom to her right as she headed straight for the next door on the right--the kitchen.
A simple flick of her head a magenta glow surrounded the light switch flicking it up fading as the light came in. She lifted her arms up placing the bags onto the small counter by the sink. Peering through the pass over the sink, she sighed irritated. The room right next which served as a living/bedroom, was a mess as well as the kitchen itself.
The male followed up behind his visitor eyeing the bags of food. He hadn't the chance to figure dinner, but here it was in front of him practically.
"Why is it every time I come back you got some sort of mess in this place, Saitama?" The female asked crossing her arms refusing to make eye contact; staring through the pass still.
Itching inside his ear the bald male sighed. " Why don't you ever take your shoes off at the entrance, Ciarra?" He eyed her designer boots. Always something expensive covered her small feet. . .
Ciarra huffed. "Don't fire questions back at me if you can't answer mine first." She turned her attention back to the bags on the counter. "Please go clear your table off and push your futon out of the way so we can have a decent , clean area to eat." She pushed the plastic bags down to the side pulling the take out food containers out reading the labels as she did.
Saitama watched her for a moment longer before pushing himself off from leaning against the kitchen entrance to do just as she asked. Crumbling the bags up and tossing them in the trash can, which was almost overflowing, she widened her lids using the same energy to push the trash down, so she wouldn't have to touch it with her hands.
Putting the books on the shelf of his tv stand he turned back to face the female who came around the corner food in hand.
"At least with me providing dinner, you need not worry what you'll eat tonight huh?" She sneered. Placing the food on the table she pushed what she got for him to the opposite side.
He had no comment to her snide remark. Probably because she was right in that sense.
Both of them sat at exactly the same time. Tucking her knees under her she realized it would be better to take her shoes off, since the heels would make it nearly impossible to sit with any comfort. A raspy sigh of aggravation upon this realization as she popped back up pulling them off her feet.
Still seated, Saitama watched her get irritated over her shoes. She caught him watching her. "Don't you dare go saying anything about these now." She cut her eyes at him before dashing through the door and literally hurdling the shoes like a bowling ball down the hall so they hit the front door.
There was no way in hell she was just gonna go place them there.
She came back trotting back into the room with pride. Saitama raised an eyebrow. She sure as hell did some of the strangest things from time to time, even though they knew each other for three years now. She plopped back down onto the carpet tucking her knees under her. Picking up her ustenials she urged him to begin eating. "It should still be very warm." She opened her carton of rice using a pair of chopsticks to begin eating the fluffy warm grain. He tore open his udon with little to no effort and before long was slurping the noodles with no care on manners.
Ciarra did her best to ignore his loud chewing and slurping. "I guess all men eat like this. . ." She snickered at her own thoughts.
"So, anything interesting since I last seen you, it was what--
--last week." Saitama finished her question for her between bites.
"Besides the usual monster or evil, not really." He shrugged.
"I am sure you have something more exciting to talk about then I do, so lets hear it." He pushed the conversation back to her.
She cracked open a can of grape soda lifting fizzy drink to her gloss covered lips. He was probably right any way. She was a model, three years in the making.
"I finished a modeling gig for a new line of clothes coming from the bigger cities, they were really nice and felt like they would live up to what the brand promises, I mean of course, most brands do and then, some don't but you know, I don't think I want to really sit here talking about clothes all day." She twirled her chopsticks as she lowered her can back to the table, forgetting to take a drink.
Saitama shrugged. "I mean, I don't mind it. You know by now I don't." He chugged his can of soda burping loudly before resuming his dinner. Snorting from laughter from his loud burp she pushed her can away from her as she looked past him to the double doors leading to the small balcony. The sun was pushing its way to blanket under the horizon. She wanted so badly to see the sun set. . .
Quickly swallowing a mouthful of food he didn't bother chewing all the way through he pointed behind him. "You wanna go out there don't you?"
Ciarra's eyes darted back to the male who noticed what she wanted. "Well, yeah I sorta kinda do." She shrugged nervously.
That was unusual. She was never nervous. . .
Not taking much notice to it, Saitama stood up dropping his empty container of food onto the table top as he pulled the door open waving his hand for her to go out. Staring blankly between her barely touched rice and him, she placed the container down and stood up walking over to the open door.
A gentle breeze blew in as she passed through filling the room and Saitama's nostrils with a scent other than take-out food. A flowering scent streamed off of his friend as she passed him.
"You have a new perfume?" He asked stepping out closing the door shut behind him. She leaned up against the stone barrier.
Aqua orbs glued to the beautiful sunset before her she nodded silently. "Oh yeah I got it from the shoot today , its really . . . Nothing special honestly. " She stuttered; keeping her eyes glued to the sunset as it progressed lower into the horizons.
Saitama turned his attention to the blissful scene before firing quite the oblivious question. "You live in City R, don't you get decent views there?"
"Ugh, not as good as you can out here, I bet you at night because of how deserted it is out here, you'd still see the
stars . . .any of the other cities? You'd see nothing."
That almost sounded sad. Of course nether one of them would comment on this at all. Breaking the silence moments later the female pushed her way back into the apartment, causing the male to follow after. Sliding and locking the door behind him he only caught a glimpse of her sliding into the kitchen area.
"GOD DAMN IT SAITAMA!!!!" The burnette's voice rung through the complex.
"Oh boy what is it now?" He asked unamused.
He peered through the pass as she had opened his fridge to see , well what was there to see? Besides a half empty carton of milk and a few oranges and a tub of something that was probably expired, his fridge was bare.
"Your fridge is empty, and I am not gonna bother checking the freezer. . . "
"And the problem is. . . I already knew this. . .was waiting for bargain day on Saturday." He shrugged. He was a man without a job, unless you counted his free heroic services that went unpayed, he really didn't make much if anything.
"Yeah well, Saturday is two days away, and I do not think a few oranges, milk and whatever the hell this is…." She picked the tub up shrieking at its gross contents before flinging it into the sink.
"Yeah that's expired . . ." He thought; itching his arm. Clueless to the fact his friend was annoyed at his lack of care on how much food he had. Ciarra shut the door on the fridge shaking her head as she stormed back into the room coming eye to eye with the male. "Look here, I'll get you groceries any time you need it, you don't always have to wait till bargain Saturdays or eat monsters—or whatever the hell it is you do. . .just contact me and you know I'll get you whatever." She crossed her arms.
"Throw on a shirt. I don't think you can go bald in public."
"I AM NOT BALD!!!" He reacted so quickly.
Ciarra sighed as she pulled her boots back on. "You're shirtless, I wasn't even talking about your, head. . ." She rolled her eyes.
"He looks fine bald, I don't understand why it matters to him. . ."
She watched him throw a shirt and shoes on and trudge after her carelessly. She pulled a piece of gum out from her coin purse. "Here, I know you like the original bubble gum flavor." She placed it on his head before opening the door and proceeding out.
"Um, thanks." He responded letting the piece of gum slip off of his smooth head into the palm of his hand.
"What would you do without me?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Hunt for food? Doesn't make a difference to me." He shrugged ;throwing his hands into his sweatshirt pockets.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't want to eat mutated idiots for dinner, for fear they'd make me stupid when I eat them." She shivered at the thought.
"They are dead so I don't think that is even possible." Saitama argued.
"Dead or not they are stupid alive or dead, makes no difference now shut up and lets get you food thats not expired or stupid."
She walked down the stairs, as he followed after.
"Are all women like this?""Are all men like this?"
Two thoughts cut from the same ribbon. . .somehow lost but capable of becoming the strongest