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[Closed] Milk and roses, squeaky clean

Characters: Sugata Shindou and Yako Katsuragi
Location: Takuto and Yuugi's apartment
Rating: PG-13ish
Time: Evening, May 15th
Description: Takuto's best friend and girlfriend formally meet, under circumstances that could stand to be a smidgeon more formal.

It was a big relief, having her dog back with her. Yako hadn't honestly thought Sai would hurt Kerberos, but it was comforting to have the Newfoundland by her side. She had gotten a few changes of clothes as well—the essentials, mostly—but honestly a part of her was still a little put out that Takuto had actually broken her lock to check up on her. It wasn't that she wasn't touched he cared, so much as it was a pain in the neck to carve the cost of a replacement out of her cushy food budget. So she figured he couldn't complain if she wanted to steal his clothes for a couple days.

She stretched languidly as she finished her shower, wrapping her towel tight and padding into her boyfriend's (and hers, temporarily) bedroom to get dressed. She picked through his closet idly, pausing to stare at a truly gaudy number involving what was probably once the pride of a very spoiled peacock.

...she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know the story behind it.

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Sugata knew he was going to be alone with Takuto's girlfriend for a while, and he knew she was in the shower, but it just didn't register to him that she could walk out at any given moment. Lord knows he's probably walked in on Wako so many times back home that it just doesn't bother him anymore. It's not like he purposefully walks in on her anyway, and when he does he's not looking at her like a creep. But, while he's fine with all of this Takuto's girlfriend might not be.

It takes him about a moment to realize this as he opens the door. Once he does though he quickly shuts it. His nightly face washing routine will just have to wait for the moment. Waaay to make a first impression there.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I should have knocked."

He can probably hear a dull bang from her jolting into a wall in surprise. She mutters something low and somewhat unladylike, before raising her voice. "Uh, n-no, it's fine. Uh...Shindou-san, right? I just need a quick minute, sorry." She hurriedly grabs one of Takuto's shirts, white and long enough to hit mid thigh on her because her boyfriend is just far too tall.

She picks her towel up and darts back into the bathroom to gather up her discarded clothes, storing it away before going back to the door and peeking out. "All done. Did you need the bathroom, or the closet?"

He eyes the door curiously as he hears the bang. This is why you knock when you live with new people. Oh well, he'll make sure to do this if she ever comes over again. "Sugata is fine, but take as long as you need. I do apologize if I took you off guard, I should have at least knocked." Or something.

When the door opens he looks down at her trying to make sure that she doesn't have any bumps or bruises. He definitely doesn't want to be woken up later by an angry boyfriend. Once he finishes looking her over he steps in to Takuto's room. "I just need to use the bathroom." He did plan ahead and decided to take his shower when no one was around.

The only real 'bruises' he'll notice is a somewhat obnoxious serious of hickeys peppered over her neck and collarbone and beneath the collar of her borrowed shirt, but both of them are highly aware of just how those got there and who's responsible.

"I'll start with Shindou-kun, for now," she says with quick bow and a friendly smile. "Takuto would pout for days if I started calling you so familiarly when he had to work for it. "I'm Yako, by the way; Yako Katsuragi. I mean, you probably heard my name at least once, since you were kind enough to help out with the rescue mission, but...well, formally, it's nice to meet you."

Ah yes.... they can both safely agree to that!

"Alright" he says with a small chuckle. Though she does bring up a good point. "Would you rather me call you Yako or Katsuragi-san? And yes, I have heard a lot about you. But the pleasure is all mine." He pauses once more as he lightly bows his head. "It's nice to finally meet you in a proper setting."

"Whatever you're comfortable with," Yako assures him, brushing a lock of damp hair behind her ear. "I've gotten used to informal address after about half a year here." Not that she was ever exactly overly formal to start with, but that's besides the point. "Hopefully it was more than Takuto gushing and worrying." Though considering the circumstances, she doubts it. "...I am glad he got his best friend back, though. He could definitely use one."

"Alright then." He nods his head as he leans against the door frame. He can't help but frown a little at her next comment. He really hates that it took him this long to get here, but he's here now.... and that's all that really matters. "So I've seen..." he shakes his head. "But I know you're probably one of the one's who have kept him together this long, and for that I thank you."

"I..." She pauses, briefly torn between the urge to protect Takuto's privacy and the urge to bring Sugata into 'the loop'. It's obvious what wins out. "I only really entered the picture significantly after he had lost Aion and started falling apart," she admits. "I managed to piece him back together as best I could, but...well, Aion-san was his rock after an ordeal he went through here, from what he told me."

He already knows some of Takuto's issues, but, as much as he wants to know what the others are he isn't going to pry. It isn't his thing to go around digging for information anyway. Besides things will come in to light eventually. He listens to her quietly without interruption. "I take it that ordeal you're talking about must have been when he was kidnapped."

"Oh, he's brought that up already." She blinks. "Yes...I'm not sure how much you know about what they did to him and what he in turn did, but it left some major scars." She rubs her arm awkwardly. "He should be the one to talk about that particular incident, though, if he feels like it. Um...have you eaten yet?"

"He mentioned it, but didn't go into full detail. Though he did tell me that it changed him. And I'm sure it's one of the main reasons why he can't sleep much at night." he pauses as he recalls what all happened the day he arrived. He nods his head in agreement when she mentions that he should be the one filling in the rest of the details. "I agree. But no, I haven't yet."

"Would you like to eat with me, then?" She perks up, now smiling brightly. "I left some stuff cooking while I was in the shower, so it should be ready soon." She's hoping to get to know him a little better, since Takuto is so close to him. "Oh, I should warn you...I have a bit of an appetite."

He can't help the small smile that spreads across his lips as he looks up at the blonde. "Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all, what are you making?" He asks he shifts his weight. His brows raise slightly when she mentions how big her appetite is. No wonder Takuto was so drawn to her, she kind of reminds him of Wako. Though.... he deeply hopes that Takuto isn't substituting Yako for Wako. Even if they had similarities-- no, now's not the time to be thinking about that. Pushing those thoughts aside he waves a hand. "It's quite alright. One of my friends back home has quite a big appetite."

"Not like mine, they don't," Yako assures him in full, frank confidence. Takuto had certainly been just as thunderstruck at the scope of her hunger as the normal people in her own world usually were. "And...Hmm...I had some rice going, and a few pizzas, and there might still be some Chinese that I ordered in before showering left..." She frowns guiltily. "Actually, I think I polished all of it off already. But I was planning on making some stir-fry too! Is there anything you're particularly in the mood for?"

His eyes widen a little as she lists off everything she has made. Though he's still very sure that no one's hunger could rival Wako's, and for a minute he briefly entertains the thought of what those two could polish off together. Aaahh, maybe it would be better if Wako never showed up. They'd probably be eaten out of house and home.

"I'm fine with stir-fry and rice."

"I had a couple dozen servings of omurice earlier too," Yako mused. "If you had come home a little earlier, there might have been one left." The difference between Yako and Wako, Sugata would eventually discover, was that Yako was never satisfied or full. Ever. Even now, hunger gnawed away at her gut. It was only due to the fact that she had always been this way that allowed her to bear it silently. "But if stir-fry and rice is enough for you a few more servings will be easy enough. What kind of meat do you like?"

He can't help but squirm a little at the mention of coming back late. Of course he'd.... never really admit it out loud since it's a bit embarrassing, but he kind of got a little lost after Takuto left him to do who knows what. It was probably work related though. But yeah.... it... he had an interesting time trying to get back home. BUT HE'S NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT, SO!

"Beef is alright. Unless there isn't any, then I will take whatever meat we have that.... goes well with stir-fry."

It's a pity he won't, since Yako could direct him to a nice little map. They're talking about food right now, though, so all other topics are inferior and not worth wasted breath. "We have beef," Yako confirmed. "I went to the store earlier, so I wouldn't end up cleaning out the kitchen. Is there anything you don't eat? Allergies, preferences, anything like that?"

Alas..... anywho!

He shakes his head. "Nope, not really. I don't have a preference to how things are prepared either, so just cook it how you normally would."

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