Who: Kaz Brekker & Merel the Murkrow What: Kaz is adopted Where: Kalos When: Tuesday Evening after Inej came at him with one of her moods Status: Closed Narrative - Complete
Kaz wasn't waiting for Inej. He didn’t have any reason to wait for her. It wasn't as if this was actually her room as well. She'd kept her own, as she should have. Sure, she'd spent every night here with him, usually rocking herself to sleep in her sheets which hung from his ceiling, but this was his space, not hers. She didn't have to be there just because she'd made a habit of it. His mind creating a routine out of her habit wasn't her problem. She didn't owe him follow-through for something they hadn't actually discussed. Nor did her not being there yet mean that anything bad had happened. There was a chance that she was still in a huff and making a point, waiting for him to apologise for something he wasn't sorry for. It wouldn't be the first time she'd given him the silent treatment, and he highly doubted that it would be the last, he just usually earned it. He certainly hadn't earned it by wanting to talk shop with a man who claimed to be the devil of another world that had nothing to do with them or her saints.
He wasn't waiting for her and he wouldn't. Kaz stood from his desk, grabbed his jacket and cane, and made his way out of the TARDIS as if a change in scenery was going to help him stop thinking about how he wasn't waiting for her.
He didn't make it far before he felt a newly familiar set of eyes tracking him in the darkness. "You ate the last of my almonds," he spoke to the night, not bothering to turn around. He didn't need to. The massive black bird swooped down from a tree behind him and landed with its remaining foot on the gloved hand that held his cane. Once settled, it looked between the crow's head topper of the cane and him as if it was waiting for an explanation. "It's nothing personal," he told it, getting a bristling of feathers in response that reminded him far too much of the furrow between Inej's black brows when he tested her patience. Unlike Inej, the large bird decided to forgive him without proverbs and dropped a gold and purple badge it'd confiscated onto his coat sleeve.
"In business, are we?" he asked it, amused as he pocketed the badge to add to his small hoard and then offered his free hand to the bird." "The deal is the deal." Kaz didn't know what he'd expected it to do, certainly not shake his hand, but it did knock a wing into it before hopping up his arm to perch on his shoulder.
"Murkrow."
"If you scuff my jacket I'll be forced to eat you, ja?"
"Murkrow."
"You'd do well in a hachée. Mixed with that Saintsforsaken frog."
"Murkrow."
"Fine, I'll serve the frog as a separate dish. Calm your feathers."
Kaz wasn't waiting for Inej. No, by the time he'd gotten back to his room and she still hadn't made an appearance, he'd set to scrolling through his phone and taking notes on those who chose to interact publicly. He wasn't waiting, but Merel might have been. The bird had followed him back and took to making a nest on Inej's hammock with a collection of odd socks and silk ties. Maybe he needed to encourage Inej to not come back more often. He was starting to grow soft.