Half Off Groceries? [Open +2]

Death. Death followed those that were insignificant. The flames of hatred and pain would turn them into ash. They would be vast into the wind, forgotten as easily as they were alive. None of them mattered. It didn't matter how many lives were taken, or by what or who take them from those men. But they were scum that preyed on the weak. . . It would be a shame if he was to fall into the same path.

"Sure. I mean it's not like I got anything else to do." she said it, as if she thought out loud. She thought about his proposal, and while it was strange for a someone anyone had just met to invite them home, she would look past it. Food was her goal, and if she had to follow him to his white van, well she'd do that too.

"Then if ya cook a good meal, I'll buy us a few cases, or even a keg for us. But if you suck, then drinks are on you." She turned to the side, exposing her butt to the man, but more so to show the wallet that lay there. She wanted to make sure he knew she wasn't just saying words and she could truly pay for top-shelf liquor.

"Deal, Mista G?" she asked, after all, it was at his expense... for now at least.

In no time it seemed that they had made it to his house. She would follow quite close, not wanting to be lost. As she was let in she removed her shoes and set her groceries on the floor, with her shoes beside them. She looked around the place, not to judge his person, but wondering about the new world she had entered. How much of it could be used against her, and how much of it could she use against him? She always planned several ways to kill anyone she met, just in case things turned for the worst. An if she had no answer, she would find they were not someone to risk turning against her.

"I'll have whatever the chef recommends." she reached her hands over her head to stretch, yawning as she did so and twisting a bit to crack all of the bones she could. She would peer over to watch him, wondering what he could choose. "Do ya need help?" she offered, if not out of kindness, out of habits. She didn't care for anyone, but right now, food was on her mind, and the faster it was made, the faster she could eat.

"Ya live alone?" she would ask, wither or not he accepted her help, she was curious to say the least. Was anyone else expected to come? How much food could she eat then? How much could they drink? Those were the questions on her mind.

IKasey was true to her culture, but even so, she could not remember who or where she came from. Even her name was just her taking what she read somewhere. She didn't exist. She was a girl without a home and without her true identity. It was by being exposed so so many of other orphaned children, as well as the others at shelters that her own culture was spawned. She was an outsider, no matter where she went. Even if she found her family again, assuming they weren't dead, she was far different from who she used to be. To her, she was just a replication of who was around her. A sponge. The more she watched, the more she learned.

She watched as he got out the dishes, and dropped them onto the table. He must not have guests often enough that he served them. Perhaps he was someone who was used to being the guest.

"Okis." she'd say, walking over to his side. She wasn't sure really how to boil eggs properly, or rather how he wanted to do so. She would wait for his instruction.

"You must be doing quite well for yourself." she'd begin, "Bigger place than I got. Just me and my plants." she said it, smiling as she did so. It didn't mind to her, but even so it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy company. It was why she traveled out so often. She met people who would never impact her life, or lives she could not effect. That ways she could always meet someone new, even if they would forget her. She preferred it that way.

She would make her way to the fridge to open and peer inside of it. She eyed the cola, and wondered what else she could have bought at the store. She'd get a bottle of both that and a beer. She would hold both in one hand as she turned back to the man, "And what would you like?" she asked him, wondering what she should get for him. If he too ktoo long to answer, she would simply get him a beer as well. After all, that was the challenge.

She would close the door and make her way to set the drinks on the table. She was much too used to mixing her drinks, but to alternate sips would do just as well. "Honestly, if you gave me some rotten food I'd eat it too. My stomach can kind of take anything nowadays." she said it, reflecting on all of the trash she ate as a kid. It wasn't healthy to live her kind of life, but she had lived thus far, so she did something right at least.

". . . Plants don't speak down to you. They're also great listeners." she would say. She would be near the table, still wondering what to get. She'd walk off without a word to get one of the bricks of cheese. She held in her hand a mixed block of swiss and Parmesan. She would set it on the table as well. At least it wasn't in the heat, and she would have enough for herself when she got home. But she knew well enough that would not be for a while. It's not like she had to water her plants.

She could feel him judging her, but even so she didn't care. She knew who she was, and what she been through and that was all that mattered to her. She didn't care what this man thought of her. By the time he turned to look at her, she would have her back turned as she placed the drinks on the table.

She started to unravel her brick of cheese, wondering if he would get a knife, or if she should have asked for one. It was fancier than the normal brand she bought, but with everything half off, she couldn't resist treating herself, at least once. He would serve the both of them, two shelled eggs on her plate. He would make his words and suggest they eat, of which Kasey nearly clapped to herself before taking one of the eggs in hand. She would lift it to her mouth to take a large bite out of it, not even bothering to peel the shell. She never had properly prepared food outside of the simple rice and pasta she had recently learned to cook. Everything else was either overcooked or undercooked, and her body had grown used to such a thing.

She licked her lips as she nodded, before taking another bite. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.

She reached over to her bottles. The tip of her thumb would bleed as one of her bones would protrude ever slightly. She would quickly pop both tops before lifting the cola to her lips first. To him, all he would see was that her thumb bled. It wouldn't be known how, outside of guessing her quirk.

"It's pretty good." she'd say. Fishing the first egg and washing it down with the drink. She would set the cola down to lift the second bottle to her lips, taking in the other poisonous drink. With a long sip, she thought of the next words to day, "Can ya teach me how to make it?" she would ask, trying not to make heavy conversation during the meal. She wasn't sure if he was talkative or not. "After, I'll buy us a case if ya want, for cookin' and all."

She watched him peel the egg, only to look down at her second one. "Oh, so that's how you do it. . . " she said softly to herself. It was good information to keep to herself for the next time. And she would probably use it, or at least keep it in mind if she ever served anyone.

He went on to offer a written recipe, which was more than satisfactory. He seemed pleased enough. Was it something that made him uncomfortable? Maybe he wasn't used to anyone taking the time out of their day like she had. But then again, the whole day was a strange event for them.

"Y'kno, I thought you were one of those creepy guys." Kasey would admit, "I was prepared to eat ya, just in case you were like a predator or somethin' but you're a-ok!" she said it smiling, taking up the second egg in one hand, and the bottle of cola in the other. She would take a large bite leaving only half the egg. The shells would hand onto her lips, and would not fall to the plate. Even if she was a disgusting eater, she was quite fond of not making a mess. "I mean I can digest almost anything," she would go on to admit. It was a skill she picked up when she lived on the streets, and to her mind, that was her quirk. But she was wrong. "But I bet you got somethin' more useful than that, huh?" she questioned him, setting down an empty bottle of the cola as she talked with her mouth nearly full. Or was it? Did she even chew?

She lifted the bottle of beer to her lips and took a long sip. She'd stop before she hit the final bit, only to add on, "Or if ya don't wanna tell me that's cool. I can guess, unless you just don't wanna talk about it." and then she would finish her drink, and her eggs.

And soon she would start to eat the entire block of cheese... but not yet.

As she was told to close her mouth while she chewed, the last of the egg would disappear. She would stare blankly at the man. She had no ideas what manners were, nor did it bother her. But if she was going to spend time with more normal-ish people, then perhaps now was the best time to learn. She closed her mouth as she reached over to the cheese and got a knife to cut a few slices. She cut a few chunks for the both of them to take. The drink had only made her more talkative, but the matter in which, or rather how she talked.

"Sorry." she would say, apologizing for her behavior before taking a wedge or two from the brick. She took a smaller bite out of the cheese and quickly ate it before beginning her next sentence. "I guess I got so used to eating alone, I forgot my manners."

She nodded, a hung her head a bit low as she picked her next words. "I guess my quirk makes me more violent, it's why I don't try to use him. Sometimes he makes me hurt, but it's okay because I'm use to it." she'd take a large bite out of her cheese and she would chew it slowly, careful to not chew with her mouth open again.