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((ooc: Anyone in the DF is welcome to talk to him. This is for overnight and all day through 152. If needed we can even use this post to cover his entire stay in the cell at HQ. I'm open for anything!))

[Leaning forward, hands on hips, Yuuki's eyes narrow as she stares, unimpressed, at one of the horses within the new stables. It's a tall, beautiful, sleek white mare. Thus far it's been the star of the day. It's beautiful, there isn't any denying that. And even if she doesn't know much beyond the basics when it comes to horses, it's clear this one is fit and in perfect shape.

Even still, she appears doubtful as she stares long and hard at the creature.]

You're not fooling anyone, you know.

[Which isn't fair. Not entirely. Even she's aware of that somewhere inside her. She speaks, as though it's perfectly normal and has a shared past with the creature before her.]

You can pretend to be innocent all you like, but I know what you innocent, pretty white horses are really like.

[ The only one she's truly familiar with is the most temperamental, bad-natured, insufferable horse imaginable. She won't forget the day it wounded her pride, and then kicked her.

... Right in the bottom. >///< ]

I'll take my chances on that black stallion across from you any day.

[ private to buffy summers ]

[ it's taken him a while to work up the nerve to do this, but after weighing the pros and cons of keeping this secret from her, he's decided it's time to tell her. it's time to have that one conversation he's been avoiding having with her since before he came to this place, since before he got all of los angeles plunged into hell. ]

Hey, are you busy? There's something we should talk about.

[ She had felt it. She had wanted to speak with him, after his troubling public question, wondering where it had stemmed from. Luck had not been on her side, until trying to reach him through the communicator had proven to be in vain: Naoya is gone.

The day is like one where everything seems to have fallen through at the same time. In passing by the Defense Force Headquarters, she learned that two members, two of those she had considered dear -- Alucard and Zelda -- have gone as well.

Since there was no science class to attend, no baseball practice, she decides to distract herself at the Devil's Compass, even if it was not her scheduled day of work. She could cook at the Shelter, or even at home but being "at work" felt more distracting somehow.

With her recipe notebook open on the counter, she absentmindedly tries to follow a new recipe. From time to time, she pops out of the kitchen, to sweep the floor and dust surfaces off -- if anyone comes in, they will be greeted with a smile. Life goes on, after all... ]


(( OOC: Old faces, new faces, everyone's welcome! Sasha might not be able to mix alcoholic drinks, but as per usual, she'll be more than glad to feed people X3~ Threadjacks are welcome ))
 

[Revive got up early to Hiling still out cold. He had moved her to his bed the night before so she would be more comfortable. She'd slept through breakfast so now he was making lunch, having moved her back to the couch. As he had with the passed few meals, he was making enough for her in case she woke up.

Once he's got it to a place where he can leave it for a few minutes, he walks out to look into the living room to see if she is awake]