She heard a voice call for her; she was relieved at the direction. Her steps were short and nervous as she tried to get used to walking in heels. She'd done it before, but not in a long time, and not often like these, high and narrow, requiring to put her weight forward onto her toes. She knew she could get the hang of it, though. It would be nice to have a bit of time to practice, since putting her in cripplingly uncomfortable high heels had been a strategy to keep her from running in the past.
She followed his voice into what appeared to be a kitchen. That surprised her for several reasons, but she supposed it shouldn't have. Rich people liked to feed in this city. She would not complain. There was a plate of... something. Slices of apple she recognized; everything else was a mystery. Some sort of... pizza? Pie? She had no idea. And there was some white... ssssssomething, with the apple slices.
More weird rich-person tomfoolery, like at the restaurant.
Her eyes were on the food, his eyes were on her. She didn't even notice until he swept over to her, closer. His eyes were very pale and very blue, in ways they had not been before. She hadn't been expecting it; it shot a bolt of startled fear through her.
It wasn't as though everyone who hurt her had blue eyes.
Just the ones that hurt her worst.
Her chin went up as automatically as if he had touched her, but she was glad that he hadn't. It would take her a few moments to get her racing heart back under control, and grabbing at her, while expected, would not have helped. The compliments did, though, a little. She wouldn't have minded fine jewelry or lipstick or a salon. It would have been even more like playing dress-up. Although more permanent things like nails or make-up would need to be shed quickly after leaving. They were far more trouble than they were worth, attracted the wrong kind of attention. A solid 50% of her defense was that she could pass for a small homeless boy as easily as a small homeless woman.
"I... have?" she asked, a little hopefully. She'd been pretty much flying blind the whole time, in every single thing she'd done from taking a bath to crying in the bath to getting dressed afterwards. It was a miracle she'd managed to do one of them successfully, let alone all three.
Feeling a bit more cheerful at the prospect of having done a job properly, she followed his casual command to sit and eat. There was a fork present, which she went for immediately. When in doubt--eat with a fork. Better to be thought silly for eating pizza with a fork then thought silly for eating steak with one's hands. She'd learned that the hard way. When in doubt. Fork. And she was very much in doubt. "Um, yes, please," she answered, a little uncertainly, vaguely hoping he wouldn't ask her what she wanted to drink.
The pizza-pie thing had a soft, fluffy texture and a savory taste that did absolutely nothing to help her figure out what in the hell it was. It was good, though, and that was enough for her. The white stuff turned out to be a soft cheese, she was pretty sure, that actually match deliciously well with the apples. She could have inhaled them. She forced herself to eat more slowly, however, at something only slightly above 'normal human casually eating.'
This was great. She could save the granola bars, peanut butter, and the stale crackers she'd found for later. She hadn't eaten yet that day, but had become accustomed to regular meals over the least month or so. She was, to be frank, ravenous. Ruka had learned that upon giving her a plate with six very expensive pancakes on it and then having to field requests for bacon.
Still. Manners. Also, she really didn't want to get food on her dress, which she vaguely suspected was much more valuable than her, so she was having to eat a little more carefully than she might otherwise.
"Your, um, eyes," she managed, deciding conversation was a good way to pace herself. Plus, they were talking straight with each other, right? Hopefully still? She gestured vaguely at her own, palest blue. "They weren't... like that before? Were they?"
She followed his voice into what appeared to be a kitchen. That surprised her for several reasons, but she supposed it shouldn't have. Rich people liked to feed in this city. She would not complain. There was a plate of... something. Slices of apple she recognized; everything else was a mystery. Some sort of... pizza? Pie? She had no idea. And there was some white... ssssssomething, with the apple slices.
More weird rich-person tomfoolery, like at the restaurant.
Her eyes were on the food, his eyes were on her. She didn't even notice until he swept over to her, closer. His eyes were very pale and very blue, in ways they had not been before. She hadn't been expecting it; it shot a bolt of startled fear through her.
It wasn't as though everyone who hurt her had blue eyes.
Just the ones that hurt her worst.
Her chin went up as automatically as if he had touched her, but she was glad that he hadn't. It would take her a few moments to get her racing heart back under control, and grabbing at her, while expected, would not have helped. The compliments did, though, a little. She wouldn't have minded fine jewelry or lipstick or a salon. It would have been even more like playing dress-up. Although more permanent things like nails or make-up would need to be shed quickly after leaving. They were far more trouble than they were worth, attracted the wrong kind of attention. A solid 50% of her defense was that she could pass for a small homeless boy as easily as a small homeless woman.
"I... have?" she asked, a little hopefully. She'd been pretty much flying blind the whole time, in every single thing she'd done from taking a bath to crying in the bath to getting dressed afterwards. It was a miracle she'd managed to do one of them successfully, let alone all three.
Feeling a bit more cheerful at the prospect of having done a job properly, she followed his casual command to sit and eat. There was a fork present, which she went for immediately. When in doubt--eat with a fork. Better to be thought silly for eating pizza with a fork then thought silly for eating steak with one's hands. She'd learned that the hard way. When in doubt. Fork. And she was very much in doubt. "Um, yes, please," she answered, a little uncertainly, vaguely hoping he wouldn't ask her what she wanted to drink.
The pizza-pie thing had a soft, fluffy texture and a savory taste that did absolutely nothing to help her figure out what in the hell it was. It was good, though, and that was enough for her. The white stuff turned out to be a soft cheese, she was pretty sure, that actually match deliciously well with the apples. She could have inhaled them. She forced herself to eat more slowly, however, at something only slightly above 'normal human casually eating.'
This was great. She could save the granola bars, peanut butter, and the stale crackers she'd found for later. She hadn't eaten yet that day, but had become accustomed to regular meals over the least month or so. She was, to be frank, ravenous. Ruka had learned that upon giving her a plate with six very expensive pancakes on it and then having to field requests for bacon.
Still. Manners. Also, she really didn't want to get food on her dress, which she vaguely suspected was much more valuable than her, so she was having to eat a little more carefully than she might otherwise.
"Your, um, eyes," she managed, deciding conversation was a good way to pace herself. Plus, they were talking straight with each other, right? Hopefully still? She gestured vaguely at her own, palest blue. "They weren't... like that before? Were they?"
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