Eat the kitchen empty

'Kitsune', he said in almost in awe, his breath heavy and panting, as he laid on his back, his head turned towards her, long hair untied and lying on the hard floor, and eyes wide open, and curiously looking at her from the ground. Spirit's head was also heavy on his chest, his left hand buried deeply in the fur, petting it as the creature slept, stopping him from catching his breath again, so he just laid there for the minute, thinking.

'I used to love that stuff.', William said, his lungs filling with air again as Spirit moved his head to the William's stomach. He may not be a puppy anymore, however, he still remembered how it felt to simply eat, play, and sleep, just to wake up so you could do it all over again, and he liked to remind himself of that from time to time, especially because, as a creature of spirit, born from the power of his summoner's soul, he was never really supposed to know such things.

'Japan, all that stuff about their culture. Mythology. It seemed really cool at a time.', he carefully turned around, Spirit's head now lying on his back, as he looked at Savannah from a different angle from before.

'Why did you lie?', he asked. 'It's not as if I'd be surprised. Much. I mean, you have ears and all.', he didn't dare laugh, unsure how she would react. Suddenly, the bell rang, marking the end of the lunch break, but he didn't care anymore. His food still laid beside him on the tray, half-forgotten, half-ignored, as he finally answered her question.

'I don't know. Five hundred? Six? Thousand?'

'I can skip.', was the immediate answer to the question about his schedule. 'It's English, it's not that important.' This, somehow, seemed to be. There was something there, something about her she wouldn't quite share and he couldn't quite guess.

'One thousand, two hundred and seventy three years.', he said, trying to get his head around the number, fast. Somehow, it wasn't that hard. It was just that it was such a large number, no matter how you put it. Heck, it was such a large number that she had probably seen most of the things they used to learn from History. Maybe he could ask her to help him with his History report then. Later, of course. 'One thousand, two hundred and seventy three years.', he said again, this time in awe, continuing his original train of thought. 'That's a lot of years, Svannah.', he looked at her amazed.

'That's ought to earn you some respect here.' He understood why she lied. He understood, but he also saw that there was no need for that. Alongside the unspoken rules of the questions not asked, there was also the one about the answers others didn't want to share, for, honestly, you never knew what the other person simply wanted to forget. So, when somebody asked something you did not want to answer, you simply said so, or, he remembered his first day here, chuckling, 'look awkwardly at that butterfly sitting on the memosa'. True, there were no butterflies or memosas here, but there had to be a way to present the fact that she really needn't hide to Savannah.

'Good thing we are not humans here, then.', he said slowly. 'We are al vampires, and warewolves, and half-a-century-old-yet-still-look-twenty jerks, and, well, look at me. I got a part of my soul walking around on four legs eating anything he can see, and if you were to trust him, I could summon a bit more, maybe even two or three.', he stopped for a moment, deciding it was a good time for a joke. 'Not that I would want to, though. I mean, can you imagine a two or three of Spirit's walking around? The Academy would be out of food in two days max.'

He thought about just leaving it there, however, it just didn't seem enough. 'Come on, eat your food. There's no need to be so uptight here. You'll see. You... You don't lose something coming here.', he returned to her earlier thought, speaking the words he left unspoken then. 'On the contrary, it just might give you something back.'

'Never.', was his immediate response to the 'old hag' comment. 'Really. Never. Don't even think about it.' Somehow, he went from feeling old, tired and mature to being a kid amazed by the world, not that there was anyone around who could track the change now the Spirit was asleep, and not that it was really a surprise, for, how can you feel anything else sitting by someone who has lived for a thousand and some more years? He still wanted to help her somehow, feeling that she was sad, however, he could not hide amazement in his eyes and voice.

'And who knows, maybe one day another kitsune will find his way here.', he said softly. 'Until then, you can just sit on your tail and gather your respect among the others of your other kind-strangers to the world. Wellcome to the race.', he smiled, for it was the truth. They used to be human, born and raised, but the minute they discovered their powers, they changed into something else, similar, yet still different. And they should be proud of that. He knew that he was. He knew that he was happy.

'Yes, I can imagine it would seem like that to someone like you.', he looked her into eyes and smiled again. He smiled a lot as of late. He didn't used to do that. 'I'm fairly sure they have classes even for that. And if not, you can always go explore the Forest, or the Sea. The grounds are quite big. You'll find something for you there. If not, you could always try bungee jumping. I heard that was fun.'

'Oh, believe me, it is no surprise.', he smirked after hearing her words. 'I haven't always been like this.', he said, well aware of the change within himself, he was not stupid, nor was his spiritual creature, who made his job to track any kind of change in that department, afraid that what one happened could happen again. 'Up to the two months ago, I've been an emotionless block of ice for about two and a half years. No heart to be fed off there, believe me.', he said, looking up to the sky. He could still remember how it felt, being empty of any and all emotion, protecting his soul from all that pressure and loss by pouring it into one part that wasn't his own anymore, that walked and talked on its own and was more than ready to deal with everything he could not. He could still remember, and know that he hoped it was never needed again. Thus, the very idea of trusting his heart to a woman, just like that, was unthinkable.

'Somebody's a narcis.', he scoffed, raising his hand, and, without a second thought, messing up her hair, and petting her ears just like he did with Spirit's. They were much softer though, so he was quite careful not to hurt them by being too rough. He laughed good-heartedly, counting seconds until the very much expected reaction. 'Also, while we wait for my actions to catch up to your brain, for who ever knew that one you just met could be so rude as to mess up your perfect for, you do not want to go messing around the forest. There aredangerous things already living there.'

'Really dangerous.', he said, a solemn look finding its way back on his face right away. 'Dangerous enough for some students to never come back out of it, apparently. Or so I've heard. I haven't gone up there yet.'

He looked at her once more, deciding that his back were starting to hurt and that it was time to get up. He nudged Spirit carefully, just enough to make him rais his head, so he could turn, and sit by her, with a wolf-creature's head sleeping blissfully in his lap.

'I'm sorry about your hair.', he said, sitting once more comfortable beside her. 'I just had to do it. You looked too cute for a narcis.'

((OOC-I wrote cure instead of cute -.-' and posted it like that -.-' that's what happens when you don't chekc what you write))