To Bowl like a Man

[hontobakabaka]

Who:  Ruri and Mordred
Where:  The bowling alley

[So she woke up in some bowl o ramma place, Ruri was used to weird things here.  The kind of fancy dress was a bit silly, but the place seemed empty despite being set up.  At least there was food to be found but the silence]

"Hello?  Is anyone here?"

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[sonthatdisappoints]

A boy and girl specifically? I am not certain I understand how that is different than other instances of getting to know a person.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

For potential familial ties.

[She looks a bit embarrassed]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[He looks a little baffled]

You mean, such as an arranged marriage?

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

More the way that peasants meet for marriage. Interaction and all that.

[sonthatdisappoints]

...Oh.

[And he finishes unscrewing the final screw on the door, so it's able to be opened now]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door and peers in it]

Brown beer bottles... I was hoping for something more interesting...

[She lets out a small breath]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Frowns]

There is none of that 'Coca-Cola' drink in there?

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

Not in here, though that probably doesn't need to be locked up.

[She peers around]

No, its over there in the refrigerator unit.

[She points]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Well, shoot. He wouldn't have bothered if it was just 'beer' in there, or what Mayfield called the wheat-flavoured soft drink. It certainly had none of the kick that ales did]

Oh... those are activated with currency, right?

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

No, its behind the counter.

[She stands up and opens it, then hands him a coke]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[That's what he gets for over-thinking]

Er... thank you.

[Sheepishly]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[She smiles a bit and sits down on a bench]

Its okay. All of this isn't exactly normal for either of us.

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Sighs and sits down next to her]

Nothing is normal in this village.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

No, sadly its not. I'm sorry.

[She sighs and rests against him a bit]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Oh hey that feels kind of good...]

It's not your fault. And as frustrating as it has been, I am not certain that the bad outweighs the good.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[She closes her eyes and takes a breath, still using him as a pillow]

Oh?

[sonthatdisappoints]

[He blushes a little and would be flailing, but he doesn't want to disturb her or ruin the moment]

Yes. I have always been alone until I was summoned here. I was raised by my creator, true... but she never permitted me to play with the children in the village near our homestead. I never had friends... and I never had a true mother or father.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

I can understand that. They kept the children that were born in the institute separate till... Well, they broke or were sold, then there was the time at Nergal being synced up and acclimated to Omoikane...

Though there was that year I got to live as a normal girl, but that went away before I came here...

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Nods]

So... it's not completely terrible.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[She nods a little]

I guess not...

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Grunts]

Still doesn't mean I like these random spells they cast on us, but I suppose this is what Mother meant when she told me to see the good in things. I never understood that until now.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

No, that makes a lot of sense. Too often I just see the things, neither good nor bad. I've spent too much time just analyzing things.

[sonthatdisappoints]

Really? Huh... that is probably better than how I did. If it had not been for father, I simply would have blindly hated everything around me. I still did, when I first came here.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

See, I was raised to just be part of a machine. To be above emotions and people. I didn't learn hate till I was 12. Still... May I ask why you hated everything?

[She sits up and peers at him]

[sonthatdisappoints]

[Normally such scrutiny would have made him uncomfortable, but she was the first real friend he really had]

Mother... I mean, my creator... she made me and raised me alone. She never permitted me to play with the children in the village because she told me that they would hate me and call me a monster. But she said I was better than humans, with gifts they could only dream of, and that only I was truly fit to become the next king.

But... I would rather be normal, to have been born from mother as a true human would have been. I thought Mother hated me because of how I was born, but even though it was not true, I still wish to have been her real son.