C'est La Vie
Thank you people for the reviews. Yeah, I've seen it spelled c'est la vie, and ce la vie. Go figure.
Part II: The Cafe
The next day saw them staring at the town post, staring at both of their faces on wanted posters.
It was really very foolish of them to come into such a big town, but hell, even immortals like to eat.
After all, how much could a fourteen-year-old girl with a scythe and a six-foot-tall man with waist-length hair stick out? As a matter of fact, I'm fairly certain everyone with an IQ above fifty knows the answer to that question. But hungry people aren't terribly bright either.
So they walked down the street ignoring the weird looks and tourists fumbling for cameras, for they had found something wonderful. A cheap cafe. And somehow they had gotten a hold of money (well, maybe it had something to do with a pervert and the blunt end of a scythe, but this is only a theory).
So they straggled in, took seats at a rickety table whilst a chubby woman, she was in her mid-thirties and she was her typical good mother type, bustled over. She gave them a sweet smile, and handed them faded menus that were worn around the edges.
Noting their blank expression and growling stomachs, she asked happily, "Well, what can I get for you?"
They took a moment to have a 'conversation,' which consisted of deciding upon a meal through various looks.
"Two orders of waffles and orange juice," said Machika in a detached voice.
She beamed at them. "Well, isn't that sweet," she crooned in the voice of a woman who had been married a very long time, "You two are just the cutest!"
Twitch, twitch.
Well. That certainly wasn't the comment they were expecting.
'Cute' was not the first thing you thought when you looked at Machika. Possibly 'why the hell does that chick have a scythe,' or 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' but never cute.
And Rain...Well, the only person who ever thought he was cute was pretty much Machika. In all honestly Kiki liked the taste of his hand and no one else had really gotten that good of a look at him.
Twitch, twitch.
Their brains slowly processing what the woman just said they had the appropriate reactions: stutter wildly, look at each other, turn bright red and look at the floor.
Finally Machika managed to get out, "Um...we're not...we've never..."
To which the waitress replied with a knowing smile and a wink.
They just turned redder.
Part III: The Drunkard
"You know," a long arm waved around chaotically, and an eye narrowed in the direction of Kiki. "You were never very nice to me."
The three eyed cat-rabbit just stared. "But you really ought to be." Rain puffed out his chest as though this was something to be proud of, and then declared happily. "You're younger than me. So I'm your elder."
He took a moment to chug yet another shot and giggle like a maniac.
"Who is older than me?" He bellowed loudly, despite random fellow drunkards yelling "You suck!" or "Rock on, sister!" At this time he took a 'dramatic pause,' and keeled over off the barstool.