[Hayame has been looking for home ever since she had been ripped from it. Even if that "home" had for her been nothing but a source of pain, fear, and desperation, one she spent her entire life striving to make the best of in a situation where the best was something that made others recoil in disgust... It had still been hers. One of the only things that she "owned".
So she hadn't been able to help following the scent, even if half the time had been an unconscious thing. In Horos, she had never smelled miso, or the sorts of pickled vegetables she was used to... someone is grilling fish... there is decent looking rice...
And she wants it. She just... she wants it. To the point that she is willing to debase herself and offer barter or labor in exchange for her food, penniless as she lingers between commitment to either of the leaders who had offered the shard-bearers a place in their cities. But the issue of the crowding... sharing a table with a stranger is distasteful enough as a concept for her, but she can just eat her meal in silence no matter if someone tries to talk to her. The problem is...
It is that man. (Or dog.)]
How long is "almost over"?
[The server looks a bit nervous when Hayame's tail starts flicking about and almost whipping another customer in the head. Her answer of "just fifteen minutes before last order..." is met with a glower, that just so happens to be directed in Gen's direction. Why did it have to be a Kenoma...
Hayame's silence is long and deafening. Just before the server pipes up to gently try to ask what she'll do...]
I'll wait.
[... Is she. Going to watch Gen eat from a distance the whole time?]
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So she hadn't been able to help following the scent, even if half the time had been an unconscious thing. In Horos, she had never smelled miso, or the sorts of pickled vegetables she was used to... someone is grilling fish... there is decent looking rice...
And she wants it. She just... she wants it. To the point that she is willing to debase herself and offer barter or labor in exchange for her food, penniless as she lingers between commitment to either of the leaders who had offered the shard-bearers a place in their cities. But the issue of the crowding... sharing a table with a stranger is distasteful enough as a concept for her, but she can just eat her meal in silence no matter if someone tries to talk to her. The problem is...
It is that man. (Or dog.)]
How long is "almost over"?
[The server looks a bit nervous when Hayame's tail starts flicking about and almost whipping another customer in the head. Her answer of "just fifteen minutes before last order..." is met with a glower, that just so happens to be directed in Gen's direction. Why did it have to be a Kenoma...
Hayame's silence is long and deafening. Just before the server pipes up to gently try to ask what she'll do...]
I'll wait.
[... Is she. Going to watch Gen eat from a distance the whole time?]