Kida Usi.

Kida jerked back when Magenta bit him, almost growling as his face turned red, Kida stopped and looked at him as he continued to cry. "We eat twice a day, unless we turn into humans. Then we go into extreme hunger and we have to eat like three plates of dangos." Kida looked at him as the doll turned away trying to wipe away the tears, he had remembered when his mother was still alive and how Kida would cry, she would embrace him and told him he was alright, though, when she died, his father just kept a bit away from him and told him that everything would be fine if he had big enough balls. Now that Kida thinks about, he never knew why his mother fell in love with a heart broken guy like that. Kida walked over towards the now human doll and rested his hand onto Magenta's shoulder.

Kida smiled before saying, "It alright to cry ya' know. Why don't you eat your dangos and take a nice hot bath while I make more, alright?" He said, this time it was a gentle voice and wasn't anything that was arrogant or anything. Kida walked back into the kitchen and placed the dangos onto the table. "I will get your bath ready..." He said, walking to the bathroom and running the water.

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki


There was no love in her old home, just a race to please her ungrateful parents. Every time she gives, they wanted more. Like leeches lucking the blood out of their host. If she gives any less, they’d ignore her like trash. Akisa was used to it… she had lived in that system for the first fifteen years of her life. Another person would have gone mad… but not her, at least she didn’t think she was close to breaking… the ‘love’ her parents tends to show the public was nothing but a lie. A face in the public to make it look like they were a loving family…

Truth to be told, they weren’t and would ever be… she didn’t care for them and neither did they. She was their trophy child, nothing more, nothing else. Her reason was to only please and be shown off.

A grumbling nose yowled from the pits of the doll’s stomach as Akisa turned her gazed towards him. It was kinda cute… wait? What the hell was she thinking about?? The young girl quickly shook the thoughts off her head. It was probably grief or lack of sleep… yeah that was it. The young child deterred as she heading towards the kitchen. Her steps light against the beige tiles as she opened the cupboards before pulling out a bowl and some flour. From another cupboard she pulled out a jar of sugar as well as some yeast. Rice flour was the best for dango’s it’s what gives the sweets its, soft texture.

“Uhm… you don’t mind Oolong tea right? I have some milder ones if you don’t like it.” She called out from the kitchen as she poured water on the flour mixture. Using her hands, she started to mix it until it formed into a dough, from there she formed it into balls before placing it into a bowl. No she wasn’t done yet… she placed a steamer on the stove before she added some water as she placed the uncooked dango inside, ten minutes was all it needed to cook. During that time she heated some water in a kettle as she took out some tea leaves. She poured some into a small teapot before she added the water. The tea was done… now all she needed was the dangos. Carefully, she took the now cooked sweets before she placed it into a plate. On top, she carefully added the anko topping. “Done…” She intoned politely as she walked out of the kitchen with the dangos and tea as she placed it on the coffee table.

Davian Hartseer

Davian was too busy trying to calm his angry tummy that he didn’t notice Akisa cooking. “Uhm… you don’t mind Oolong tea right? I have some milder ones if you don’t like it.”The cook asked from the kitchen. “It’s fine.” Davian answered back sweetly peeking over the couch to watch her. The sweet smell of anko dangos wafted from the kitchen, making the small yarn doll salivate. He observed the auburn-haired girl with eagerness.

After a few minutes of waiting, the dangos were finished. Akisa brought the steaming dangos and the tea and put it on the wooden coffee table in front of the hungry doll. His eyes widened excitedly like a child’s did when it walked into a candy store. “Arigato!” The doll said with great enthusiasm. He scooted to the edge of the leather couch to better reach the dangos. Taking one carefully, the doll popped it into his mouth and chewed with many ‘noms’ of approval. He could never get over how good anko dangos tasted no matter how many times he had them. As he ate, he waited for Akisa to ask him questions. She did say that she wanted some answers when Davian was fed.

Maleali'i Lokomaka'i

Maleali'i smiled as Kayden yelled in joy. It might have been premature, but he felt that the dolls enjoyment of longboarding around meant they'd become friends at the very least. Instead of responding to the little one's question, he simply turned down another street that began to take them uphill. Gradually they lost speed, and when they came to a stop, they were but a few feet down the road from his apartment. "That's it, right there." He said, walking over to the door. He'd taken this route home numerous times, and almost had it down to a science where he could get home without any effort. Getting to the shop itself required a little pushing, however.

He opened the door and walked in, setting Kayden gently on the floor. "This is the place... not too big but it works. Make yourself at home, I'm gonna whip us up a few Dango's, cause honestly I barely had any breakfast." He steps into the small kitchen and quickly begins to get to work. Most of the ingredients are already prepped, so he just hit the oven on and began mixing right away, following a careful procedure that had become second nature to him.

Vanora Quintus
When Vanora heard a kind voice that seemed to have been directed toward her, she looked up hesitantly to see a teenage girl with lovely, soft gray eyes. She noticed the girl had a slight blush on her cheeks making her even more elegant than she already was. I shouldn't be thinking about that...The Owner just d-died and you still need to eat kinako dangos! Vanora scolded herself silently.

She realized she still hadn't responded to the girl's question, “Oh...H-Hello...” she stuttered “I'm okay. I just thought the pixie charms...would...would've worked,” she mumbled. Vanora lowered her head, a wave of shyness shook her small body. Her silky smooth hair fell into her face, effectively hiding her expression from the human who spoke to her.

She gathered the courage she seemed to have been lacking that morning and tilted her head up. She looked straight up at the unfamiliar woman, a light wind whisked her hair away from her porcelain face. Her nose wrinkled slightly when the wind caressed her bare cheeks.

“I...I'm Vanora. Who...who are you?” she stammered, her cheeks reddened slightly. She silently cursed her morning timidness. I wonder...maybe she knows how to cook kinako dango she thought hopefully as her stomach growled angrily at the lack of food. Her blush darkened and she quickly looked down, embarrassed that she was making a fool of herself in front of the kind human.

Eri Walker
Eri fidgeted nervously when the doll’s eyes looked up to meet hers, her blush darkening slightly. She was beautiful. Eri forgot about the fact that this doll was, in fact, not supposed to be real. All she could think about was…how beautiful, how exotic this girl was. Her auburn hair had more of a reddish tint to it, contrasting with her pale blue eyes. Her skin was milky white, making her dark gray dress stand out even more. She wanted to hold the girl, to touch her skin, to-

“Oh...H-Hello...” Eri's eyes widen as she heard the doll speak, her soft musical voice wrapping around her, caressing her gently, her blush consuming her face, “I'm okay. I just thought the pixie charms...would...would've worked,” The doll lowered her head, breaking Eri’s dangerous train of thought. She ducked her head away when the doll looked back at her, hiding her reddened face. Why would she think that, why? It was a doll. It wasn’t like she could…fall in love with a doll. Eri’s eyes filled with curiosity and slight disgust and the thought of falling in love with a doll. Dolls weren’t supposed to talk. They were kid’s toys. Eri scoffed. A doll…a living, breathing, talking doll. She wasn’t falling in love with it, she just happened to be admiring her beauty, which made her blush. They were normal thoughts. She would want to touch a doll’s skin, but the fact that this doll was real…Eri’s nose wrinkled up in confusion.

She was stopping there. There wasn’t a point in continuing this thought, it got her nowhere.
When Eri looked up again, after regaining some control on her emotions, she saw that the doll was in fact, blushing. “I...I'm Vanora. Who...who are you?” the doll, Vanora, stuttered slightly, her cheeks dusted with a light blush that Eri found adorable.

Deciding that it was indeed time to leave this wreckage Eri stood up and walked quickly to the doll, ignoring the fact she might scare the timid thing, and plucked her gently from the ground, holding her loosely against her chest.

“Look, Vanora,” Her voice came back, and ended up sounding more cold that she had intended, “We need to go, everyone is gone, and I want to get away from here, okay?” She began to walk at a brisk pace, careful not to drop Vanora. Her boots clanged on the concrete quietly, hair fluttering up and resting on her shoulders, her bangs falling into her eyes, obstructing her view, “My name is Eri Walker, and you will call me Eri.” she smiled slightly down at the doll, a soft laugh bubbling to her lips before she could stop it.

“I make Kinako dangos and that is it, so if you need anything else…” She shrugged sadly, “Ya gonna just die I guess.”

The rest of the walk was quiet, and when Eri reached her apartment, she shivered slightly, shifting Vanora in her arms, unlocking the door slowly.
“What are you doing home?” Ailsa’s voice rang out shrilly, frowning at Eri as she walked through the solid oak door, Vanora in her arms.
“Hey…Isa-chan…I’m home?” Eri laughed nervously, dreading the conversation before it had even begun. Her grip on Vanora tightened protectively. How was she supposed to explain Vanora to her sister?

Kayden Ryu

Kayden looked around the apartment, before getting to his feet and making his way into the kitchen. He pulled himself up onto a chair, settling down and watching Malaeli'i work. "Once I get my dango," he said, as he pulled himself up onto the counter to get closer to the food source. "I'll show you something else that I can do."

He grinned, as he inhaled the scent of the dango. His stomach rumbled softly, as he repressed the urge to reach his fingers out and grab the treats before they were even done. That would have been a bad idea. He remembered the time he was too eager to eat and burned his fingertips. Owner-san had to make him new ones and it had not been a pretty process. Self consciously, Kayden rubbed his fingers over the ridges where the new material had been grafted onto his hands. It wasn't visible nor very noticeable unless you knew what to look for.

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki

Of course she wanted answers; she wanted to know how it was possible for a live, talking doll to even exist. This shouldn’t be impossible… unless she was finally losing her mind. But she checked… she was unfortunately awake. She had to rule out the insanity as well… she was still sane if she hadn’t hanged herself already. As he ate; the young child sat herself on the armchair before she took the tea pot. She tipped the pot as she poured the warm liquid into the cup before she passed it towards the doll.

She wanted those answers; but what to ask… Akisa pondered her questions before she finally settled on one. “Uhm… do you guys remember what happened to the shop? Like… how the fire started?” She queried. Of all of the things she wanted to know it was how the fire started. Sure the owner was a goof… but the man had more common sense not to leave a stove open… heck, why the hell didn’t he even get out? All those questions plagued the young child’s mind. As well as a few others… but she withheld her tongue as she patiently waited for the doll to finish his meals.

Davian Hartseer

The doll continued to munch on his dangos happily. He was so grateful of Akisa for taking him in. Who knows what would have happened to his siblings and him if none of the cooks arrived! Thoughts of the orange cat tried to sneak back into his mind, but they quickly disappeared with the help of another dango. When Akisa pushed the tea to him, Davian nodded a thanks because his mouth was full. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste like it was going to be the last time he ever ate. He stopped chewing and swallowed when Akisa asked a question though.

“Uhm… do you guys remember what happened to the shop? Like… how the fire started?” The yarn doll was silent for a minute. Surely he remembered what had happened; after all he was there when the shop burned down. What did happen? He looked deep into his memory, trying to retrace his steps. All he could recall from the night before was that he ate dinner with the rest of his family, talked with the Owner (he quickly skipped over that part for fear of losing his cool), and then went to bed early. When he woke up, all that was left of the shop was ashes. Davian’s sewn brow furrowed in deep concentration. Surely he must have heard something. Not even rocks could sleep though a disaster like that! If only he could remember.

Davian was so deep in his own thoughts that he forgot that Akisa was even there. He couldn’t let a question like this go unanswered. Finally his forehead began to ache from how hard he was thinking giving him a few moments to realize that someone in reality was waiting for him to speak. Blinking, he tried to refocus. It took a few seconds more until the words came to him. “S-sorry Akisa, but I can’t remember what happened.” The doll’s button eyes began to sting with unshed tears of grief for the Owner and for not stopping the fire from happening. Alarmed, he tried to calm himself. He shouldn’t cry for something that had already occurred. It would only make things seem worse; however his mask of neutrality was beginning to slip. He knew sooner or later the cage holding everything inside would burst, but it couldn’t happen now, not in front of Akisa. The doll took a shaky breath as one tear escaped and ran down his cheek until it disappeared, absorbed by the yarn.

Magenta Avalanche

Magenta almost stopped crying as Kida walked up to him and gave a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It alright to cry ya' know. Why don't you eat your dangos and take a nice hot bath while I make more, alright?" He blushed immediately as he walked away. Maybe he's not so arrogant after all... He finally stood after some moments and walked into the kitchen, picking the dangos up and walking back into the living room. He plopped himself back onto the couch and looked up at the ceiling as he heard the cook turn the water on for his bath. He smiled a bit and chuckled.

"...He's not that bad once you get used to him...,"he muttered as he took one of the dangos and ate it whole. He rubbed his tummy lightly, glad it was finally getting full. Once he ate the second dango, he remembered a little fact. He has never taken a bath before!

Kida Usi.

Kida made sure that the water was a very warm temperature before he set the plug in, making the tub fill with the water quickly. He thought it would be fun for the doll if he added some bubbles and set the shaving creme down on the side; almost treating him like a small kid, though, Kida hated kids since they hardly ever clean up their messes and expect everyone else to do it. If he had one, he would hook it up to a leash and walk around with a bat, making sure that his kid cleaned up after themselves. He walked out and found the doll sitting on the couch, stuffing dangos into his face before Kida turned around and grabbed a towel and threw it to Magenta.

"Alright now, lets get you in the bathe... you stink~" His arrogant voice was back as he adjusted his glasses like a nerd to fit on his nose. "I assume you can do all the things by yourself, so I won't worry much." He said while he turned around to clean up everything he had cooked with before pouring the indgrediants all back into the bowl as he started to make more. His whole house smelt like a dango factory. "I will make six more batches for you, and you can eat them when ever. They will be stored in the fridge, so don't eat any unless you have too cause six is all I am going to make! Also, your getting a tad bit fat, so I would slow down anyways." Kida's usual arrogant and teasing self was back, and this time, even more arrogant.

He honestly didn't think the doll was fat, truth was, he would be broke if he made anymore.

Alin Semloh

This kid, how arrogant. Alin grumbled with a face that looked a bit like a cross between a grimace and complete deadpan, and shifted a bit with the addition of the brat so that they were sitting comfortably.

"Hold on tight genki, this might be a bit too fun," She laughed lowly and revved the bike and inhaled deeply before taking off at full speed. Kami, this is better than just about everything. She thought contentedly as they raced through streets and between cars. Heck, she even forgot about the kid hanging onto her waist for a while, that and her destination. Luckily, she remembered before she went to far.

With a near-silent string of curses under her breathe she made a sharp u-turn, one that almost resulted in a skinned knee, or perhaps loss of control... ah well. They were fine.

"Almost there genki. Then you'd best be tellin' me what happened at that shop o'er there. You'll get your dango there, but don't be expecten' me to get it too often. I'd rather just cook it, 'ts cheaper." Alin said loudly, turning her head to be heard better but never actually taking her eyes off the road, that was dangerous ya' know. They were almost there...

Pulling up to a spot right in front of the nice corner-cafe she parked the bike and killed the ignition. Getting up Alin strode to the door and turned.

"Ain't you coming brat? I don't have all day." She sighed, this is why she hated kids, they got on her nerves for sure. Whaddya gotta do for a quiet little job around here, seriously. I go to my first day and find that the whole damned shop is burnt to a crisp and now I have'ta cater to this kid here for any goddamned answers! Alin was a little worked up, having already been previously annoyed that she freaked out about being late to her job only to find out that she didn't have one. And not even because she was late!

Sighing she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and a lighter that had been ornamented with a dragon and its claws. Lighting one she took a drag and released it before tucking the lighter back into her pocket. The matching wallet chain that made its way from back pocket to front on her right side where she kept her wallet jingled in a slightly ominous manner.

"You comin' or not runt?" She jibed, well she wasn't going to stand there like an idiot holding the door open all day, now was she?

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki

He didn’t know… crystalline tears dripped from his golden button eyes as it disappeared inside the soft fabrics, the pain she can understand… to wake up one day only to find his world had completely change. The parent he once leaned on was now gone; taken by the flames that had consumed the once happy shop. Who knows what could have happened that night. It was arson… that Akisa had been sure of… but she was no Sherlock Holmes… she wasn’t a detective.

No…

She was just an ordinary girl trying to get by on her own. “Don’t cry…” Then young girl softly murmured. Yet her face didn’t betray any of her current emotions. She was too locked up to let others see. Too afraid to let others see her pain. The pain she had hidden for the last few years, now a new pain was added to her collection… the misery of a lost. They both lost someone important in their lives… she reached into her pocket as she pulled out a handkerchief before she handed it towards the doll. His tears aren’t made to be shed… he was just an innocent in all this,

Davian Hartseer

Grief ridden, the sewn doll continued to take deep breaths in order to stop the tide from escaping. The Owner was gone. Davian’s loved creator, mentor, and father has passed from this world and into the next. The very thought was unthinkable! The Owner couldn’t have died, but yet here he was sitting in another person’s home, covered in the soot that used to be his home. Another tear found its way out of the doll’s tightly bound eyes and began to run away. It was quickly swallowed by the yarn.

“Don’t cry…” Akisa said softly while offering a handkerchief to the saddened doll. He took it, grateful that she was trying to comfort him. “A-arigato.” The doll squeaked before wiping his button eyes. Trembling, he held the cloth to his eyes and let a few more tears leave. Setting the tear splotched cloth down, he sipped some of the tea Akisa had given him. He instantly felt warm inside. The yarn doll looked up at the girl at the end of the couch and smiled faintly, hopefully showing that he was alright for the time being. He didn’t doubt that his sorrow would appear again, but at least it was locked up for a while more.

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki

It was fate; there was nothing they could do to change it. It was simply the owner’s time to depart, for the three fates to slice his thread. A single tear appeared at the corner of her left eye as she thought of the owner. His kind smiles, his sweet laugh… she will never hear it again. She felt like a marionette with its strings cut off. Confused to this cruel, sad world she was born in… for the first time… Akisa felt defenseless, she was alone…

No family, nor friends…

Absolutely and utterly alone…

But that was her life; she was cursed to this existence ever since she was brought into this world. The young girl merely nodded as the doll spoke his thanks, her face remained empty, as if a blank piece of paper with no writings. Her hand reached over towards the teapot before she poured herself a cup, her other hand wiped away the annoying tear from her eyes. Tears aren’t meant for her… she couldn’t cry, who would listen to her pain anyway. “No prob…” She murmured eventually as she took a sip of her tea. “I don’t think owner-san would like knowing that you were in such pain… he’s in a better place now, so the best thing we can do is move on and live our lives.” She added.

Davian Hartseer

“I don’t think owner-san would like knowing that you were in such pain… he’s in a better place now, so the best thing we can do is move on and live our lives.” The doll nodded in agreement. The Owner wouldn’t want the dolls grieving over him. He would want them to live their new lives out to the best of their ability. See the world, eat all kinds of food, do things people wouldn’t have even thought of, anything other than feel horrible. Life is too short to be wasting away in a corner. He thought.

Looking towards the coffee table, the sewn doll noticed that all the sweet tasty dangos were gone. Wow. I didn’t think I would eat them that fast. After having been fed, Davian started to feel a whole lot better, not to mention full. “Did you want to ask me another question? I think I’m ok now… Everything just happened so fast.” The doll looked at his hands and then back to Akisa, waiting for another question. Don’t cry this time… He pleaded silently.

Magenta Avalanche

Magenta just continued to gape at the bath tub full of water and Kida. What was he supposed to do? If he just continued to stand there, he was going to start hyperventilating. "Um...Kida?" He brushed some of his magenta hair behind his ear and walked out of the bathroom. "Umm...,"he started to fidget with his fingers and blush harshly. He was embarrassed. Out of all the dolls, he never took a bath. Yeah, the owner cleaned him, but never a bath. He knew you take baths naked, but everything else was a blur. This was beyond embarrassing.

"K-Kida...?" His big, pale lavender eyes blinked as his blush grew darker. He gulped before continuing. "Um...I-I...I don't know h-how to take a b-b-bath..." He closed his eyes in humiliation. He has never been really naked in front of anybody, except when he transform into human, but he usually just covers himself with a blanket. He knew the cook was never going to let this down.

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki

What more… what more could she ask? Akisa blinked as she pondered her next question. Before… the answer slammed into her like a harsh kick. Of course… the question that had once been on the top of her mind the moment she saw the dolls. How in god’s name are they even alive?... Akisa wanted to ask that, but she feared it might do more bad than good. The gentle owner just died and Davian was still in the grieving stage….
But wait?

Since when did she care about other people… strange… was she growing soft? The young girl quickly dismissed the thought as she switched her gaze back to the yarn doll. “Just wondering… I mean if you don’t mind that is, how come you and your siblings are even alive?” Akisa asked in hesitant tone, but her face never changed from her calm expression. Talk about poker face… as she waited; she took her tea as she blew the steam away before she took a light sip. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want too… if you wish to rest you can use my bed, I’m fine with staying on the couch.” She added with a light sigh.

Kida Usi.

Kida stopped in his tracks when he had heard the doll and the bath. He slowly turned around before giving a weak smile. "Y-You don't know how to take a bath?" He nervously said and started to think about the boss playing around with the dolls; Kida then jumped on him, leaning all over him. "Oh you poor thing!! I never knew the cook had those kind of interests!!! You must feel horrible being tied up and put to sleep for the owner to play with your wee-wee!" Kida sobbed, though there was no tears as his glasses became crooked.

Kida turned towards him picked Magenta up like a princess as he trailed into his room, throwing Magenta onto his bed. "I promise! I won't rape you in the bathroom! If the boss was still alive, I would beat him to a pulp!" Kida growled, being his hysterical self; he tended to be like this all of the time. Last winter when he had heard that his grandfather's dog got pregnant, Kida spent three hours with his grandfather in the blazing snow looking for the, quote to quote, 'The Son Of A Bitch That Got Eliza(Name of the dog) Pregnant.'

Him and his grandfather where almost exactly alike, so it wasn't a surprise to others when they had heard about this. Kida walked towards his drawers, opening the first one. "I just hope he didn't do..." He froze for a second before throwing Magenta a pair of yellow old swimming trunks. "Oh! Your poor bum!" He said, putting his arms up in the air and shifting into the bathroom. "Now get in here!" Kida said through his hysterical tantrum. "I shall teach you to bathe properly! Just make sure you put on those trunks... and don't take them off till I say so!" He yelled, sitting on the toilet with the lid closed.

Davian Hartseer

The yarn doll watched as Akisa started to think of another question. Davian was starting to notice that it was very difficult to read what she was thinking. Most of the time, her facial expressions were blank and empty like she was lifeless. This greatly interests the sewn doll. Why does she do that? He wondered.

“Just wondering… I mean if you don’t mind that is, how come you and your siblings are even alive?” Akisa’s question was to be expected. It’s not every day that you see walking talking dolls. “You know… I never really thought about it.” Davian said sheepishly. “The Owner never really told us how we were alive. He made us so only he could know.” The doll quickly sped though that explanation to keep painful memories from resurfacing. The doll turned red with embarrassment when Akisa said he could take her bed. “Umm… Y-you don’t need to do that. I can stay here on the couch. I don’t really need that much space anyway.” He said, gesturing to his small stature. He didn’t want to cause that much trouble. She could stick him on a shelf if she wanted too, he wouldn’t mind. While he was waiting quietly for her next question, he looked at the T.V. wondering if there was any baseball on. On the DVD player it read 1 p.m. in green glowing numbers. Wow, we’ve been talking for a while.

Vanora Quintus
Vanora squeaked in suprise when the human gently picked her up from where she had been standing. her long thin fingers grip the soft fabric of the woman's shirt as she was held loosely against her chest. Vanora looked up at the woman carrying her in awe, her strawberry-blonde hair seemed to dance around around her body. She smiled softly, imagining how it would feel to run her fingers through the woman's hair. "Look, Vanora," the cold voice intruded on her soon forgotten fantasy, "We need to go, everyone is gone, and I want to get away from here, okay?"

Vanora nodded, looking around noticing that all the dolls and cooks had left the burned sight. The woman began to walk briskly, she tightened her grip on the shirt in fear of being dropped. So this lady is going to take me with her...She seems nice enough...Hopefully she can cook Kinako dangos... she thought to herself.

"My name is Eri Walker, and you will call me Eri, okay" the woman said in a softer tone of voice. Vanora looks up at her delicate face, a musical laugh seemed to bubble from her mouth, she relished in the momentary joy she got from listening to her laugh. Snapping out of her daze, she quickly nodding.

Vanora smiled in relief when the woman said "I make Kinako dangos and that is it, so if you need anything else. Ya gonna just die I guess." Her pale blue eyes brighten in relief, worry finally unattching itself from her mind.

"I need Kinako dangos...I look forward to eating them. Thank you, Eri-san," her voice gained more confidence as afternoon neared. Inwardly she grinned, knowning that not only would she survive but she would be living with a beautiful woman. Her cheek involuntary stain with red as she catches herself imagining wrapping arms around Eri's small waist, recieving warmful she tended to lack. Silently she scolded herself, she barely knew Eri, she could be cruel and is going to torment her for all she knew, but a part of her seemed to not be detered by that thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a piercing voice "What are you doing home?" She looked up to see an unfamiliar face but quickly deduced the girl was Eri's sister.

"Hey...Isa-chan..I'm home?" Eri laughed nervously, Vanora looked up at her in confusion. Why was she nervous? She silently questioned her. Eri's grip around her tighten, causing her to feel dismay. Is something bad going to happen? Is this Isa-chan going to hurt her or me...?

"H-hello...I'm Vanora," she stuttered quietly, letting her long bangs hide her eyes. Uncertainty and fear swirled in her eyes, slightly conforted by Eri's presence.

Magenta Avalanche

"W-wha?!?!?!" Magenta was confused as hell as Kida jumped on him and started yelling out all these things about the Owner. He blushed horribly as he was held bridal style and brought into the cook's room, continuing to yell out nonsense and placing him on the bed. Rape? What's that? He didn't bother with the thought as yellow swimming trunks were thrown at him. He picked them up and looked at them weirdly. "What about my bum? I swear, Owner did nothing to me!"he yelled at the blond, getting fed up with the nonsense he was speaking. "He just never...gave me baths because I didn't being clean..." He looked away, embarrassed at his reason for not being clean.

As Kida shifted back into the bathroom, he started to take the pants off. After taking them off, he starting taking the shirt. He put it into a pile in a corner before attempting to put the trunks on. As he finished, he walked into the bathroom. As he did, he showed off his skinny, but attractive body. He pushed his magenta colored hair back as he swished his hip a little. "So...what now?"

Kida Usi.

"So...what now?" The doll asked as Kida turned towards him, trying to hide the blush; to be honest, he didn't think a guy's body would be so attractive like that. Not even models interested him much; hell, the only person who did get his attention was Sherry, but now... Kida looked away as he put his hand on his head, almost looking as if he was scratching his head, laughing nervously. "Um, well you get into the bath and..." He walked over towards the soap and placed it into Magenta's hands. "You wash your entire body, from head to toe." He said, before walking to the sink, rampaging through the under drawer of his sink.

He soon pulled out a small bottle of kid's shampoo for delicate hair that had dust all over it. "You pour this onto your head, make sure you close your eyes too, and then you scrub and rinse. If you want, I could always stay in here and make sure nothing bad happens." He said, almost like a puppy dog that was confuse on what he should eat, hot dog or a braught-worst. He sat down on the toilet again, as if Magenta had already said yes. Would it be too informal for me to join him? It shouldn't be since we are both guys right? Oh but I don't think I should... He thought about it for a few seconds, looking as if he was the thinker.

He looked up at Magenta before giving a small smile, though, it was slightly uneasy.

Eri Walker

Eri looked down at Vanora, her eyes pleading her to stay quiet. Her bangs fell into her face, and she glanced up, her gaze locking with the upset glare of her sister.

“What are you doing home?” Isa’s tone sharpened, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Eri stared at her, her lips set in a small smirk, “Why don’t you want me home, Isa?” her voice was low, and Isa seemed to detect the authority oozing from her, “If you really need to know, which you don’t, the shop burned down last night.” Eri squeezed Vanora close, careful not to hurt her.

“Then what is that…thing.” Ailsa looked straight at Vanora, frowning, “It looks like…one of those creepy dolls you had nightmares when we were younger.” Eri blushed darkly, glancing down at Vanora, “Um…well, let’s say hypothetically…” She trailed off, thinking of how to word her statement. “Alright, I’m game. Hypothetically…what?” Ailsa cocked her hip to the side, her shoulder length red hair swishing at the movement.

“Say the owner had made…living dolls-”

Isa snorted, rolling her vivid blue eyes, “Living dolls? They don’t exists, idiot.”

“Again, this is hypothetical. So the owner created living dolls,” Eri glared at her sister, “and say…they could only have one type of dango…”

“Stupid…”

Eri ignored her sister and continued, “And it so happens that there were enough people working at Dango Love to make each dango we served…say…say that each doll went with the person that could make their dango…and I brought her home…” Eri slowly shifted Vanora, blocking all fantasies from her mind, “would you believe me if I told you that?”

“Hell no,” Isa laughed loudly, eyes filled with amusement, “Sis, how old do you think I am, five?” Eri sighed softly, staring at Ailsa as she continued to laugh, slowly growing annoyed. “I’m telling the truth.” She blurted out before she could stop, her temper having got the better of her, “I am serious Ailsa, I promise. She talks, this doll…talks. Her name is Vanora and she is a living, breathing doll.”

“Bull sh-”

“I’m serious, dammit!” Eri snapped, her eyes pleading, “S-she talks…I promise you…she talks…”

Ailsa turned away, walking toward the kitchen, “Whatever Eri…” Ailsa left, leaving Eri standing by the door. “Right…” Eri sighed softly, hanging her head, “So Vanora, you can stay in my room, is that okay?” she smiled slightly, “I’ll grab a few dangos from the fridge…if you want me to…” Her voice was quiet, her eyes distant.
Without waiting for a response, Eri walked over to the kitchen, ignoring her sister’s comments, and grabbed a small plate of 5 skewers.

“Ya gonna feed your ‘living doll’?” Ailsa called sarcastically as Eri strolled calmly to her room, eyes still distant. “Bug off Isa.” Eri yelled back as she slammed the door shut, setting Vanora and the plate of dangos on her dark gray, silk covers, “there you go Vanora, Kinako dangos just for you.” She left Vanora on her bed, leaving her room to grab her violin from the living room, quickly walking back and shutting the door loudly, “You don’t mind, right?” a light blush dusted her cheeks as she pulled her hair back, her bangs falling out and framed her face nicely, “I mean…it still is my house…but I can always practice…later…” she trailed off, not wanting to say anymore.