[ Kimiko isn't really inclined to any time of day over another. Mix a chemical cocktail that gives you superpowers with a childhood spent conducting guerrilla warfare as an indoctrinated terrorist and you've got a recipe for, well, not needing a lot of sleep. Being able, and trained, to go without. She likes coffee for the warmth more than anything. One is set down for him to grab. She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a few packets of cream and sugar, leaves them alongside.
New apprentice wins a smile from her, if a slightly shy one. Celeste and Allie are given a nod — hello, goodbye — and it's only when the door is closed behind them that Kimiko removes her coat, mittens.
The mess isn't an issue. If anything, it makes her feel better about being invited into his motel room.
Communication comes from her phone, same as usual. Next time, she'll remember to bring a notebook to write in. That feels more apprentice-y. ]
It's okay. I can help you move. I'm stronger than I look.
[ Despite his teasing, Cid does grab the second cup, emptying one of the little cream packets into it with a little nod of thanks.
He didn't exactly ask her about the apprentice thing, so it's good to know that she's not too bothered by it. Cid has the tendency to decide things without properly consulting anyone, for better or worse.
He leans in to squint at her phone. ]
I don't doubt you can manage a few boxes. I was going to let you have your pick of projects and leave you to it... [ He gestures toward the shelf. Was he just going to let her be unsupervised in his room while he makes trips back and forth? Sure was. ] But if you want to help with the moving, I won't say no. Best I can offer in return is a free lunch and a favour, mind. And you'd be stuck with me the whole time. Downsides all around.
[ He offers her a wry smile. He's not trying to discourage her — having a bit of help would be a godsend — but he'd hate to have her think he'd dragged her all the way out here just to help him move. ]
[ Leaving her to make the decision on her own is a bit... interesting, isn't it? She has no strong feelings either way on helping move versus sitting here and getting up to her elbows in one of his projects, but there's the creeping sense of — something. For the Shining Light, this would have been a test for her to fail. And who knows what tiresome, vulgar vitriol Butcher would have masked in some saccharine Dick van Dyke-coated pleasantness?
A brief glance over the shelves, the half-finished projects laid out. Frenchie wouldn't have wanted to help someone move when there are toys for him to play with. And it's clear Cid is providing a service to his clientele that's more valuable than just being a pack mule. She wanted to know if she could do more, right? More than fight, more than shield, more than carry. There's no bad time to start finding out. So, a bit shyly, she gestures toward the shelves, the work desks.
She's officially rescinding the offer to carry boxes. She'll stay here. ]
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New apprentice wins a smile from her, if a slightly shy one. Celeste and Allie are given a nod — hello, goodbye — and it's only when the door is closed behind them that Kimiko removes her coat, mittens.
The mess isn't an issue. If anything, it makes her feel better about being invited into his motel room.
Communication comes from her phone, same as usual. Next time, she'll remember to bring a notebook to write in. That feels more apprentice-y. ]
It's okay.
I can help you move. I'm stronger than I look.
What are we doing today?
sorry i've been so slow work has been nuts
He didn't exactly ask her about the apprentice thing, so it's good to know that she's not too bothered by it. Cid has the tendency to decide things without properly consulting anyone, for better or worse.
He leans in to squint at her phone. ]
I don't doubt you can manage a few boxes. I was going to let you have your pick of projects and leave you to it... [ He gestures toward the shelf. Was he just going to let her be unsupervised in his room while he makes trips back and forth? Sure was. ] But if you want to help with the moving, I won't say no. Best I can offer in return is a free lunch and a favour, mind. And you'd be stuck with me the whole time. Downsides all around.
[ He offers her a wry smile. He's not trying to discourage her — having a bit of help would be a godsend — but he'd hate to have her think he'd dragged her all the way out here just to help him move. ]
no worries!
A brief glance over the shelves, the half-finished projects laid out. Frenchie wouldn't have wanted to help someone move when there are toys for him to play with. And it's clear Cid is providing a service to his clientele that's more valuable than just being a pack mule. She wanted to know if she could do more, right? More than fight, more than shield, more than carry. There's no bad time to start finding out. So, a bit shyly, she gestures toward the shelves, the work desks.
She's officially rescinding the offer to carry boxes. She'll stay here. ]