praises: (your impulses all folded and clean)
allelujah ‿ haptism ‿ ɥɐɾnlǝllɐɥ ([personal profile] praises) wrote in [community profile] piers 2016-12-15 07:47 am (UTC)

(cotton candy | you don't need a silver fork)

[ If asked how he ended up here, Allelujah is certain he'd have the precise answer. And yet, in thinking about it, it also comes as something of a surprise, even to him. Shinoa is an intelligent girl. Easy to speak with, easy to get along with, even if they are literally worlds separated. She reminds him of the crewmembers of his team's mothership back home — they were young but competent, wise beyond their years. Worth protecting, like family. A concept he has had to find, but holds fast to regardless.

Somehow, Shinoa has managed to capture and hold his esteem both as a friend and a fighter. Facing off with her during training has become something he looks forward to. Wielding that scythe of hers with a finesse that still surprises him, keeping him sharp and on his toes. Today, after a training session that's gone as smoothly as it was challenging, Allelujah stays behind on the beach, inviting her to sit in the sand with him for a while. His reasoning is simple as he tugs his travel pack open and pulls a wooden box from it, the outsides engraved with patterns common aboard the Airy.
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Shinoa, here.

[ He offers it to her, waiting to see if she accepts before producing a pair of chopsticks.

Someone's been aboard the aforementioned ship, learning the cuisine.
]

I appreciate you training with me all the time. I'd like you to have this.

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