Arigato we love you

"The redhead woman," Konishi said vaguely, almost as though she was possessed or sleep-talking. She wrapped her arms around him tighter, but Konishi didn't seem like she was scared. "She was walking along the corridor again. She opened the door to room 302, wearing an emerald green dress, then she fell... It's just the same dream. I dreamed of many times, at least once a week. It doesn't mean anything."

She rested her head on him. Her body was very small compared to his, and she looked like a cute little doll when she was sleepy. She was wearing no make-up, but her cheeks had a warm flush to them and her lips were pink and full.

"I don't have much in the kitchen, I'm afraid. Some eggs, some instant noodles, bread, cucumbers, and some apples. I think that's mainly about it." If Félix searched around, he'd find a little more than that, but they would be mostly snacks or condiments than further ingredients to cook with.

"I never really cooked at home." Konishi replied. Emi never really liked to cook over-elaborate dishes, so they ate simply. Eustace was always the one that was being cooked for, so he never made his own meals. Or he ate out, dining in places without his wife or his daughter. He prided himself on being a 'gourmand'.

"I don't have much to cook with right now, so I can't really make much. I worry things will spoil if I buy too many fresh ingredients."

She stood beside Félix in the kitchen. Her hand went to touch his back, but she didn't quite make it in time. Just then, her cellphone vibrated, gently shifting on the table. Her ringtone was a standard trill, nothing fancy.

"Let me go get that," She said, partially excusing herself. She went over to her phone, and a contact with no profile picture showed up, as "Elena".

"Hi Elena," Konishi greeted cheerfully. "What's up?" She paced a little, and went back to Félix to check on how the noodles were doing.
"Hey Konishi," the voice on the other end replied in as much glee, "What are you up to tonight? I'm bored."
"Just getting a snack." She stroked a finger along Félix's spine and smiled.
"I don't suppose you have some extra for me over there?"
"I have plenty to share. Come over soon! I dearly love your company. You'll fit right in at Starlight. Ditch the girls at Sacré-Cœur, they're no fun." She added a light giggle.
"I might just take you up on that, dear. No one lives up to your fun."
"That's why you're my darling. Hey, I have some company over. I'll call you back later, okay? Keep your phone on."
"I'll be waiting, love."
"I love you," She smiled. It sounded like any other teenage girl saying "ily!" to their best friends, just a little more formal. At least, to Félix's ears, that's one thing it could have been.
"I love you too. I could use that snack... I'm starving." Elena said sultrily, before the call ended.

She put her phone to sleep, and the screen turned black with a light 'click'. The snack was ready. "Sorry about that call." Her cheeks flushed. Now Konishi seemed rather embarrassed. "She's my best friend."

"Looks good," she said, stirring the noodles with her chopsticks and blowing on them to cool them down. She wasn't particularly fussed that Félix took the first bite. It seemed that she would have to teach him about patience later.

"I'mf eafshing," Konishi said abruptly, slurping up more noodles at incredible speed with her chopsticks. She seemed to really enjoy Félix's cooking, a little too much that she didn't want to be interrupted. She finished eating and collected her and Félix's bowls and washed them quickly, along with the cup she used for her water, the small saucepan and the plate she used to hold the cucumber and mayo. It was done in under five minutes.

On the couch, Konishi's small foot found the hem of Félix's pants. She lifted it up with her toes and played with his leg after she felt his socks. Perhaps there was still hope for romance, but her face suggested that she was totally oblivious that she was leading him on. Something seemed to click when he touched her leg like that. When she looked down there was a brief flash of disgust in her dark red eyes. Her old boyfriend did that sometimes.

She put a hand on his and smiled delicately. "I'll go make some tea. The MSG in them always makes me thirsty."

If Félix had more than one sibling in his mind, Délise would have come in right about now to say something along the lines of: 'Do you really want to kiss her when both of you have MSG breath? Use your brain for once. Seduction is all about timing.'

"I have green tea, Earl Grey or peppermint. Which one would you prefer?"

((SORRY TO TAKE CONTROL OF DÉLISHIOUS DÉLISE YOU THINK I'M HER ANYWAY. At least when I'm not sobbing.))

With the Zojirushi electronic kettle, hot water was readily available and it didn't take long for the tea to arrive. Konishi sat back down and took an overly hot sip of her tea, and that was when Félix asked about who she was talking on the phone with.

"Cutie," Konishi teased. "You jealous?" She reached out and pinched his soft cheek gently.

"She's an old friend, I suppose. Her name is Elena. Elena Madison-Teague. We went to elementary school together and went to the same high school, until I had to move to Tsushima. She's a bit eccentric. I think her parents are in Japan on some business, but she has powers too, like us. She can... manipulate the mind as though it's matter, I suppose."

Her eyes remained open when he kissed her like that, until they finally broke away from each other's lips. At first, she didn't want a man to take control of her like that, especially not Félix. She could have reviled him for doing something like that. At least, this was the first brush with controlling her that Félix demonstrated. It still wasn't too late to regain it.

Konishi smiled a little. From being cold with her from their first meeting and now, he was being far too warm like this.

"I didn't think you liked me like that."

She kissed him back with more force, leaning in on him aggressively. With a deft hand, she pushed his body onto the couch, so that he would lie supine, with her still sitting over him. She leaned in, her hair dangling over his neck. She strengthened the structure of her hair slightly. Against his skin it would feel like thin, razor sharp wires, but she didn't apply enough pressure to cut him. It felt as pleasant as running steel wool over the sensitive skin of the neck.

"Careful," she whispered. "You shouldn't overstay your welcome."