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Who: Hikari/Lucy and Shiro
What: Hamburgers and recognition. Because sometimes a monster-boy just needs a juicy hamburger and Lucy is a stone-cold badass for bringing them to him. And onion rings.
When: July 27th, mid-afternoon
Where: Shiro's place.

The walk from the burger place to the address she'd been given wasn't too far, at least. Once the taxi had dropped her off there, she'd been able to walk there fast enough that there wasn't any lingering light-headedness from her... run in the day before and, best of all, the food was still hot.

Why was she doing this? There were plenty of reasons, but they mostly boiled down to the fact that he intrigued her. Even when he was implying she wasn't a badass because she was writing on music paper. That was ok, the burgers would make up for that.

And that was how she ended up, one arm bandaged and in a sling, try to figure out how to knock on his door without dropping anything. She'd been ordered to use the arm with the slashed up shoulder as little as possible for the next few days, but she figured that a take-out bag wouldn't be too much to handle, allowing her to smartly rap on the door before switching the bag back to her good hand.

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"Comin', comin'," comes the response from inside, as well as a "Soba I thwear to God if you don't get out from under my feet."

Shiro opens the door, looking a bit more himself than he did the day before. Not quite as pale (ha, an albino, even MORE pale than usual!) from the blood loss. His fangs hang over his lips for now, since he can't be bothered to keep them tucked into his mouth for Numbers Club company. But he blinks a few times at the girl, realizing he recognizes her face.

"... You're that girl! That... that thinger... ergh... SINGER girl! No way!" he beams, though the smile is quite a bit more unsettling due to those teeth, "I have a famous person bringing me food! Come in, come in."

Several things struck her at once when Shiro answered the door: first, the fangs, of course, which must have been causing that lisp he didn't seem quite used to yet. Then the fact that technically she'd just come over to a mostly unknown guy's house by herself. But that was ok because apparently this was a guy who recognized her--at least one face of her anyway.

She smiles back a little sheepishly, only partly because those teeth are pretty intimidating. "Yeah, that's me. Delivery's only my side job. The one I don't get paid for."

"Haha. I didn't know we had anyone quite tho famouth... famOUS in the Number Club. Yeah, come in. Despite appearanceth, I don't actually bite," he says with a wry grin.

Shiro steps aside, letting Hikari in. The cat he was talking to earlier, a large cream and orange colored Siamese, jumps up on the counter next to the door to get a good look at the visitor. And her food.

"I should at leatht pay you for the food itself."

"Well, I don't exactly advertise it," she points out, taking his invitation (and a little bit of a leap of faith, trusting him and all that) and walking in past him. She spares a glance for the cat, and would reach out to pet it but no free hand kind of prevents that.

"Don't worry about it." swiping her free hand in a 'no' gesture. "It's just a couple of burgers."

Well, Soba doesn't seem to be too offended by the lack of pettings. He does figure-eights around her legs, meowing up at her (and the food. Mostly the food).

"If you inthitht," he takes the bag from her and sets it on the small kitchen table (everything in the apartment is kind of small, for that matter). "... Ah, what'd you do to your arm? Pleathe tell me it wath a mundane accthident and not thomething numberth club related."

She shrugs the good shoulder, which, of course, twinges the bad one too, but ah well. "Wish I could. Got attacked by one of those freaky-ass creatures, and then got a sword practically dropped on my head."

Which brought up that weird memory--it seemed like a memory, though she couldn't place it in her personal history--that had come nearly concurrent with the sword. The kid in her memory, if that's what it was, looked so much like this guy... but not quite. But how to bring that sort of thing up? Better pet the cat instead. "A sword and what must be a memory or something."

"Geeth. That thoundth rough," he shakes his head, "Mamoru and I were attacked by cat thpiderth. They were thcary ath shit. We didn't get any memorieth," he says as the takes the hamburgers and onion rings (!!!) out of the bag and sets them on the table, "But we got weird clotheth. Appeared on uth, right there in the street."

He heads to the fridge and grabs a soda for himself, then nods to Hikari, "You can have whatever you want outta the fridge."

"Cat spiders. Eugh. What sort of weird clothes?" He'll notice three burgers in the bag, when he gets to the bottom--two hamburgers and one cheeseburger, along with the onion rings. He seemed hungry. She couldn't go under-feeding him, now could she?

Peering around him into the fridge, she ducks in to grab a soda for herself too. "Thanks."

"I'll show you after I eat. I'm thtarvin'," he digs in the bag and pulls out the burgers, wide-eyed. "Wow. Are thethe all for me?"

She grins at his obvious enthusiasm, taking one of the chairs at the little table, popping open the soda. "Yep. Well, I might steal a few onion rings. And if you can't finish all the burgers I can definitely help with that. But yeah."

Dude was hungry enough to eat a bat thing, gotta make sure there's no more of that. Besides she's tiny, and doesn't eat much even though she eats until she's full, so she tends to overestimate what other people, especially grown men, can eat.

"... Yeah. There won't be anything left." Shiro says with certainty, and a tiny bit of sadness in his voice. Maybe even embarrassment? "My thecond ever 'pulthe', I thort of threw up my entire thtomach," he says casually as he unwraps his burgers and gets them set out, "Ever thinthe then, I'm conthantly hungry. Meat helpth it the motht. The rawer, the better."

He takes a bite of his first burger (which is a bizarre feeling with his new teeth; they cut through it like wet paper) and gets the most blissed out look on his face, "Uuggghh... but a well cooked hunk of hamburger... I jutht can't thtand how good it ith!"

You may want to turn away, Hikari, as the sight of Shiro eating is... pretty horrifying. He's more like a vacuum than a person. He eats like he hasn't eaten in days.

"Good thing I got all this then." And she takes the precaution of snagging three or so onion rings for herself, and then leaving the rest of the feast for him.

After that though, she's kind of glad she's sticking with the soda for now. Man, her old-old manager would have loved you for the ability to ruin her appetite. But she was also raised way, way too polite to pass comment on it at all. "I seem to be getting just... memories, so far. And things like that. I guess that makes me lucky..."

He munches down on the burger and in just a few bites, it's gone. It's pretty obvious that his mouth also opens waaaay wider than it has any right to. He wipes his mouth, then eats a few onion rings, more normally.

"I kinda withh I could jutht get thome memorieth... then maybe thome of thith would thtart making thenthe. Right now I'm just fumbling in the dark."

She's pretty relieved when he moves on to the onion rings, but it doesn't really show anywhere but in the slight relaxation of a tenseness in her shoulders. The voice in her head is saying impolite things about those teeth (words like 'monster' and so forth) that make her very glad that voice is not audible to anyone else.

Hikari takes a long sip of her soda, considering, before she finally says, hesitantly, "Maybe... Maybe I can help with that."

Shiro is happy he can't hear that voice, either. He'd probably want to punch it. Or cry. Or both.

But he stops eating entirely when Hikari mentions being able to help. He takes a small sip of his soda and looks across the table at her. "How? Do you know thomething?"

"I... might. The memory I have, it's. It's of a weird situation but part of it is I'm introducing myself to a boy--a boy who looks a lot like you. Not... exactly, but."

She's rambling, but seems to realize it, taking a deep breath to slow herself down and letting it out in a puff of air. "I don't know, maybe it was you. You don't have a brother or anything, do you?"

"A boy who lookth like me?" he points to himself, then eats another onion ring. "I have a brother. Fraternal twin. Lookth jutht like me in the face, but he keepth hith hair thhorter, and it'th black. ... Oh and he hath regular thkin."

She thinks about it, then frowns and slowly shakes her head. "No, no he had light hair, it wasn't black. Maybe it was you, then."

Wait. Wait hold on. Of course he looks familiar, this guy she's never met before. And for more reasons than just strange memories of stabbing maybe-him. "Hold on. Is your brother Barista Boy?"

"Oh, yeah. He workth at that Thtarbuckth on [whatever street]. You know him?" He starts unwrapping his second burger, going after the one with cheese this time.

"Well, a little, but mostly from him trying to tell me that I should totally go up against the cops with a sword." Getting off of the point here a little Lucy...

"But he... seems to remember me? I was covered in blood, apparently, but it's a different memory than the one I have. Maybe... maybe I knew both of you, once?"

"... He told you that?" Shiro groans and lets his head fall against the table with a thud. He mutters into it, "Mamoru, you moron..."

He lifts his head back up and takes a sip of his soda, "Maybe... I don't have any memorieth of you, though. Not that that meanth anything... Maybe I just ain't got any, yet," he takes another normal bite of his burger, "I wonder if thith meanth that whole 'patht life' thing ith legit."

"Is he always like that?" It's an idle question, from someone who has never had siblings, never had a friend as close as one either, but has always seen those things from the outside.

But getting back to the topic at hand. "It could be. Or we're all sharing a mass hallucination or. I dunno. I'd say government experimentation gone awry, but I'm pretty sure the government isn't actually that clever."

"He'th alwayth dumb, but that'th really a new low for him. Are you THURE he thaid that?" Because really. Taking down the whole police force? With a sword? And... "Cauthe, no offenthe, but you're kinda... little." Petite. Bitty.

"Yeah, pretty thure they're not. Maybe it really ITH alienth," he shakes his head and finishes off his second burger with a few more bites, "I don't really believe in patht liveth..."

"He may just have meant the ones after me at any given point, but yes. Petite or not, I think I would have trouble going up against any number of police with a sword." She really doesn't take offense to the 'tiny' thing though because, well, she is.

"I didn't believe in monsters either, right up until one tried to eat me," she points out, pretty reasonably, she feels. "Does 'aliens' make any more, or less, sense than past lives?"

"Yeah, there'th a thaying about bringing kniveth to a gun fight. I think swordth are probably an extenthion of that. Until we get magic bullet blocking abilitieth..." he shakes his head. It just wasn't a good idea, no matter how tough you were.

"I think it'th jutht that I've reached my thaturation point for bullthit that I didn't think actually exithted. My poor little brain can only take tho much!" unwrapping his last hamburger, now. "Believing in reincarnation meanth you have to believe in soulth and thtuff, whereath alienth could jutht be.... alienth. I don't know. It'th a different thet of hard to believe thit."

"My thoughts exactly." Maybe he can go explain to his brother for her or something. Wouldn't that just be fun for everyone?

Sure, but on the other hand... "I think scientists have had more to say on the existence of alternate universes than they have on aliens. Maybe that's what's going on." There, isn't that tidier?

He could certainly try. But it probably won't be any use. Shiro and Mamoru rarely actually listened to one another unless the situation was dire.

"None of it maketh much thenthe, let'th jutht be real, here," he shakes his head, "Not that it matterth what it ith cauthing it. I care more about tryin' to deal with it."

She has to sit there and think about that one for a minute, both to make sense of what he actually said (since, well, he's really not used to those teeth, is he?) and mull the meaning over once she's grasped it. "Wouldn't... knowing the source, what's causing it, mean you would have a better understanding of how to deal with it?" It's an honest question, not a solid theory.

He is SO not used to these teeth. They're very, very irritating. He's going to have to work hard on not lisping. In fact, now that Lucy has to pause to actual construe what he's saying... well, he might as well start.

He groans, though. "That make...S SSenSSe too. Ugh. I don't really want to think about it anymore tonight, if it.....th.... SSS all the... ugh... SAME to you."

Ack, and now she feels bad, since it's obvious he's putting in the effort for her. But there's no polite way to tell him to stop... and hey, if he didn't want to he wouldn't right? So.

That gets a totally sympathetic smile from her and her hurt arm. "Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe I should have brought beer along with the burgers, hm?"

He's gotta get better at it somehow.

"Beer, I've got," he raises a finger, then stands up and heads to his fridge and grabs two beers. He pops off the cap of one and offers the other at Lucy. "You want?"

"Yes, please." Because drinking to ignore your problems is totally healthy and awesome, right? Ah well, it's needed, and what about their collective situation is healthy or awesome to begin with anyway, right?

Drinking your sorrows away was ALWAYS the best solution, let's just be honest with ourselves here. He pops the cap off the second beer and hands it to her.

"Beer and burgerS. Not much better than that. To weird shit," he holds up his bottle for a toast.

She clinks the bottle gently to his with a grin. "And to not thinking about it today."

"A-fuckin-men," and to that, he drinks. "Tho... your name i..SS. Lucy? Right? Thorry, I'm bad with nameth," he admits sheepishly.

"Yeah, one of them, anyway. It's really my middle name, Lucia, but." Which he might notice is different from That Famous Singer's name that the albums are released under and stuff like that.

"Right. I gotcha. I'll remember it. Ah, you uthe a different stage name, yeah?"

"I do, yeah. Hikari. It's my first name, but with everyone knowing that it just. Seemed easier to separate out my real life and my. My celebri-life by name." It had been someone else's idea, back in the day, but one she ran with and one she does not regret.

"haaa..." Shiro takes a long drink of his beer, "I totally don't blame you. Seemth like a good idea anyway. So you'd prefer me to call you 'Lucy' then? Me, I'm just Shiro," he says with a bit of a laugh.

"Lucy, Lucia, whatever you like." She sips the beer and shrugs. "Hell, I'd even answer to Hikari, if I hear it on the street. It just... Makes it easier to know in advance if someone's talking to me because I'm a celebrity or because I'm a real person."

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