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Amen'ra may have been visiting Orchidia, but it seemed he couldn't help himself when it came to work. The Holy Knight managed to snag himself a job while supposedly being on a small 'vacation' but how could he not help others wherever he went. Wasn't that the point of being a member of the organization, to help where you could? Sure the history of it was much more along the lines of purely protecting but standing by and waiting didn't get many people far.
So with that in mind he decided he would do something more subtle today, he would take care of an older woman. Her original care taker couldn't make it in and apparently Rynah, the woman he would be caring for, was forgetful at times. Forgetful enough to leave cookies in the over and nearly start fire and cremate herself and her neighbors.
She was definitely a top priority.
Knocking on the door of the apartment the woman was staying in, Amen'ra found himself checking his appearance in a window reflection near the door. Fixing up his spiked hair and black tee shirt, his blue jeans and black boots draping the lower half of his toned figure. He had already removed his beige fur at the door and was holding it, waiting for Mitya to open the door.
Surely enough, he answered... and he looked like shit.
"Hey, am I early or something? You look like you just got out of bed."
It was a small jest, and was dismissed by the hungover man with a wave and Amen'ra merely chuckled before walking in and removing his shoes. The introductions came quick, a small handshake for the woman and a quick farewell. Now it was the real deal.
Sitting in an empty chair parallel to the elder woman, Amen'ra smiled and offered up small conversation. The usual questions you would ask someone you knew nothing about and Rynah was more than willing to answer them, she was after all a very sweet woman. Everything she did seemed to be genuine like most grandmothers and it gave him an almost nostalgic feeling of growing up with his parents, even though his dad wasn't the greatest he did miss him.
Too bad there was nothing he could do about it.
So with a small sigh he would find himself getting lost in the woman's knitting, the rhythm of her movements and so he would ask her questions about the craft. Rynah seemed to know her stuff though, she didn't miss a beat when he'd asked her anything and eventually the two of them would start to do a crossword together. Her patience was admirable and while the man continued to do her puzzles beside her she eventually decided to sit in front of the window to reminiscence.
It was natural, of course, and he would offer a small smile each time he looked up to the woman and go back to finishing what he was doing. Until Rynah's voice broke through the room, scaring the living crap out of him until he listened to her request. So she wanted to make cookies? That could be fun, and what could go wrong with him here? So a nod was the only answer she needed and she was off taking off like a rocket.
(553/1000)
she wants to
dance like uma thurman
bury me til i confess
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