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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 13:41:24 GMT -7
After a really different way to ask her to be on a date with him, Erik led the way to the victors' village where his house was. He had lived there for a while by then and well, he already knew the way. the first year he had always got lost going to his house and it had been Wiress who kindly helped him find it, it had been a blessing that she was his neighbor. Definetely that saved his mental sanity in the last couple of years. He had only been 14 when he got there, but mentaly he had been lost, part of himself died in the arena and since then he had tried to live like that.
He opened the door to his house, it was a beautiful two story house with a nice balcony on the second floor, it was perfect to watch the sunsets and sunrises, of course henever he wasn't too busy at work or at home designing flaws for the stuff the capitol asked him to do. "Please come in." He said and walked into the hall, then left the key on a small clay ashtray. He walked some more steps and took off his jacket and placed it on a chair by the table where the ashtray was. "the kitchen is over here." He said and smiled a bit as he remembered her question, if he really knew how to cook. Well, he wasn't a masterchef, but he defenitely was a good cook.
"what would you like, beef, fish, chicken?" he asked as he turned on the lights of the kitchen. several smal bots were there cleaning here, sweeping there, or simply rolling down the hall.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 18:28:16 GMT -7
Ryleigh pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked alongside Erik toward his home in the victor's village. The gesture had nothing to do with the weather though, which was relatively mild. No, she was nervous. Very nervous. She couldn't have said whether or not it was because it was Erik she was walking alongside, or if she'd have the same jittery stomach feeling walking next to almost anyone of the opposite sex. It wasn't that she was entirely inexperienced in relationships or relations, but this line between work and her ridiculous excuse for a social life was a difficult one. Erik was her coworker who at one point helped kill 23 other kids in an arena, but she was far more concerned with the former aspect than the latter.
As they approached the house, Ryleigh took it in with mild wonder. She'd almost forgotten that human dwellings could be singular buildings, large and cozy places that practically begged for kids running around the yard. Her own apartment couldn't be described as small, but there was nothing about it you could describe as "homey". She also spent all of her work and play time in the city, so this little piece of suburban felt a little shocking. She kept her mouth shut about it, unsure if she'd end up complimenting the house or criticizing it. If you don't have anything nice to say, or if you're not sure you do, or if you're unsure you're nice at all... Well, it was better to keep silent.
"Cool," Ryleigh said awkwardly back when Erik mentioned the direction of the kitchen. She paused by the entrance of the house where he had deposited key and coat, considering for a second. Then she dropped her bag on the floor by the table, but kept her jacket on. She wasn't sure they were entirely to "jacket-less" yet, so she kept the black jacket on her shoulders. Maybe it could be called fashion, if he pointed it out. She kind of doubted he would though. Then she followed him into the kitchen, side stepping a little robot wheeling it's way down the hall.
As she started taking in the interior of the house, she realized it wasn't all homey and right up Celestria's alley. They little machines working around the room were something she could appreciate. "Guess I'm not the only one who takes my job home with me," she said, watching a little guy rub a spot off the counter. It moved on, searching for new dirt, and she lifted herself to sit on the vacated counter space. It was a habit she'd developed at Celestria's, and realized only after the counter fingers wasn't the familiar, slightly uneven stone she was used to that this probably wasn't appropriate. She swallowed and gently slid back down onto the floor.
"What?" she asked after he clearly asked her a question, then shrugged. "I'm an adventurous girl. Surprise me." She decided to lean against the counter, since she still felt like she needed its solidity. Maybe some of that solidity would transfer over to her. "But not fish," she amended. She clutched the counter behind her, watching him move in his own home while simultaneously trying not to watch him. It was strange to be in a space with just the two of them, his space. She bit her lip a little, then raised her eyebrows. "You mentioned good wine?"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 22:22:49 GMT -7
"Thanks..." He didn't say a word about her not taking off her jacket. Who was he to say if it was good or not? He remembered the first time he stepped on that house. He had been 14 years old, traumatized and almost crazy, he had thought it was a horrible place, huge and cold. Even after some weeks and some months, he had felt the same way. He didn't know if she had ever walked into one of the Victors' houses, so maybe for her it was the same... a huge, cold building. so it was easy to understand that she wouldn't take off her jacket.
He looked at her again and then at the robots. He chuckled and then looked again into the fridge. "Well... something like that." He had no family, no wife, no girlfriend... no one in the world. so going back to the idea of the huge and cold building, when he turned 16 he started building them, they were like helpful pets, they were in many ways... his family. "They keep this place up." He said and then closed the fridge, he was holding in his hands a tray with some thick cuts of meat. they had a bone in the middle with the shape of a T. "ok, then we'll have some grilled meat"
Then he chuckled and nodded at her comment of the wine. "yes, I said so. if you open that cupboard, you'll fine some of it." He smiled at her and walked to the stove, he turned it on and put a grill on the flames. He then went to anther cupboard and grabbed a package with some pasta and some tomato sauce. "I have some wine of 50 years old, it is quite good, I've heard. It is red wine, so it will go well with our dinner." He said and put a pot on other of the burners of the stove some water and the past in it, some salt and some leaves.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2017 18:18:51 GMT -7
Ryleigh nodded at Erik's comment about his robots keeping the place up. "Yeah, mine too," she said. The robots at her own place were mostly small, charged with various tasks. Not all of them were useful, though. "Some of them, anyway. I programmed one to bark like a huge dog at anyone who isn't me, and another knows the first million digits of pi. That second one cooks a mean omelet though." That was actually all that robot did: recite pi in various voices and cook omelets. She knew that she could consolidate tasks, build more complex robots, and sometimes she did. But with the little mechanical guys she lived with, she did whatever she wanted. Because why not?
Ryleigh watched as Erik started preparing their meal. If Celestia were here, she would probably point out that the polite thing to do now would be offer to help. Ryleigh could at least pretend to be a thoughtful, polite human being every once and a while. The problem with that though was that she was terrible with food. She ate to live, and any delicious food that passed through her lips was usually something crafted by a thing without a pulse. She had the ability to ruin probably the simplest of meals, and if Erik actually took her up on some non-serious offer to help, she'd probably burn his house down. That wasn't so great for first impressions. So, for the most part, she was going to pretend she had no idea what the polite thing to do was.
Ryleigh grinned when Erik pointed out where the wine was, and relished the idea of having something to do with her hands. She took out a bottle from the indicated cabinet, turning it over in her hands. It looked pretty nice. Celestia usually kept nice wine around, though Ryleigh herself kept almost none. Beer was a better solo drink - or whisky. She had learned enough about those, but wine she only knew to the extent that she liked it red and people thought you were a bit classier for drinking it. "Looks delicious," she said, as if you really could tell anything about a wine from its label. That sounded better though than "Looks like wine," which was her first choice. "I'll get this going."
As Erik cooked, Ryleigh hunted around for a bottle opener and glasses. Beyond asking after the wine, she was used to just finding things herself in other people's houses. Not that there were many other people's houses she'd been in, but in her limited experience, that's what she did. She popped off the top of the win and poured generous helpings into both glasses. She brought his over to him before lifting her own glass to her lips and taking a long sip. She would need some liquid courage tonight. The taste was bitter and deep - perfect. "So, Erik Troy," she began, leaning against a section of counter now a bit closer to him. "Why did you choose to invite me over tonight?"
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