Fight me! (Abu/Myth)

@Abusa

While Emilie hadn't just appeared she might as well have been following the same train of thought as him since she was equally lost in thought and then seemed to just be in front of him. She wasn't put off by it and simply rolled with it. Dropping to her knees in front of him the girl finally got the chance to grip at his shirt front, the collar as it were, and yank him forward. Holding him close offered him a better chance at poking her harder than he meant and she simply took in stride since she had endured much worse.

She was focused and silent as she knelt before him. He spoke those common words again but they held no meaning for her so she ignored them. Her grip tightened along the shirt that covered him until he was mere inches from her face. Lavender raked over his face looking for any imperfections or flaws. The only thing she saw was blood. It should be more startling than it was. The sticky, red substance was running everywhere, or so it seemed, and rather than being repulsed she was brought in. The female let her tongue dart out to lick a stripe up Abusa's cheek. Her lips smacked against the taste as she drew back just slightly and let it sink in.

@Abusa

What?

He had spoke that word once before, not that she didn't want to give him a helping hand in putting distance between them. The fact that he had saved a puff of air to share between them wasn't as odd to her as the fact that it tasted of something sweet. Anything sweet utterly repulsed her for reasons she didn't even know. Perhaps it was that she wasn't raised with sweets readily available to her but it was really anyone's guess.

A hand flew against her mouth to cover it against any further assault despite the boy already being a foot or so away from her. She didn't move forward to pull him back but instead lifted her hand away and huffed out a breath attempting to make the taste go but it only lingered instead. There was a soft growl issued from deep within her but it only served to convey annoyance at the moment.

"Pull.." she mimicked his tone and the word he used once more with a tilt of her head. Nothing happened. She didn't budge an inch and he didn't move either. Apparently she did not possess this skill yet the simple word did wonders for him. What made him so special?! Emilie gazed upon his blank face and felt the familiar urge to slam it in to the ground.

@"Abusa"

Emilie didn't shy away from him as he came forward but he was playing with fire getting so close to her. Her chin lifted to the boy as his hand moved in to his pocket to retrieve something. Her head jerked back instinctively but her eyes remained on him, curiosity winning that war rather effortlessly and thereby proving the age old adage of 'curiosity killed the cat.' The girl would have to be a few eggs short of a basket to follow him back in to the tower where he could gain revenge easily because she couldn't fly nor did she possess his abilities as they both knew.

Her brows pulled together as he leaned down in to her personal space and sat the box in front of her. This would be the first time someone had given her something that wasn't forgotten or thrown while fleeing in terror or annoyance. Emilie watched him form words and speak slowly, presumably for her benefit. He was taking the time and she did appreciate it, only she wished he wanted to speak her language instead. Releasing a huff of disappointment and leaning forward, she would say, "Friend." At the boy's back as it disappeared through the door way to the tower.

For several minutes she would simply sit and stare at the box and wonder what it contained and if it would be wise to open it or not. Deciding not, picking it up and scrambling after Abusa on bent knees and hands she brought it back to him not unlike a pet bringing a newspaper to it's owner. "Friend!" She called as she approached and the solitude of the tower from broken when her voice echoed through it and escaped from the openings at the top. Emilie dropped the box in front of him and knelt back down. She pointed to herself in a Tarzan and Jane fashion. "Emilie." She then pointed back to him, "Friend."

@"Abusa"

Emilie never paused to consider the beauty of the land. Such a thought never occurred to her. It was the people and their inventions that interested her but not their languages and not their customs. It was a silly thought though, trying to separate the two and have things attempt to work out. She had been trying and it just wasn't working. Had she known the terms which to explain she would have but, the girl wanted compromise. No one wanted to seem to try until this strange male that she had pushed off a ledge came in to her life. If he was trying to lull her in to a false sense of security he certainly was going about it in all the right ways. After all, how would he know that no one had tried to communicate with her on her own level?

Tear welled up in her eyes but they didn't escape yet nor did she know if they would. She had to take in what he was trying to convey in his own language while he was attempting to speak her's as it was only fair or her mind told her that at least. Lifting a hand she would gesture towards herself and say, "Emilie," with a firm nod and then motion towards him, laying a hand against his chest, "Abu?" She let her hand linger there a moment and listen to his words as well as his heart beat. His body was warm unlike her's and pleasant as the first contact she had with someone since arriving. "Friends.." The word she repeated yet still didn't have a firm grasp of and the way her tone tilted up when she said it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Her eyes lowered to the box he had given her. She watched him pick it up and open the top. Her brows shot up with complete interest in what was inside. She didn't know what to expect but when he pulled what looked like a piece of food out she was amazed and grabbed for the box. Grasping the side she would turn it sideways and then upside now so that the contents fell out of it. She shook it but nothing else came. Tapping on the bottom she was surprised when nothing else happened and then she turned it up right and poked the inside. "Chips!"

@ Abusa

Emilie cast the box aside since it seemed to do nothing more than house the objects inside it. It didn't seem to refill itself and she had no need for it if it didn't. Her attention was raised to his face then and she watched him pick one of the odd little round, crispy things and pop it in to his mouth. Afterwards he calmly told her, 'chips.'

"Wtah si scspih?" Her own head tilted this time to match his. A free hand pushed the crisps around but didn't pick one up. They had a strange, sharp smell to them which wasn't all together unpleasant but held no interest for her at the moment. To be honest she was more concerned with Abusakrada's attempts at bridging the gap between them.

Her free hand remained pressed against his chest for a moment and then it lowered to tap claws against the stone floor of the tower. She wasn't sure what happened from here. He would be the first friend she acquired since arriving weeks ago if this went well but it didn't seem to matter to her either way, at least outwardly.