Evande had gone stark silent at the fact that sheâd made contact with the blonde when it was she stumbledâshe couldnât move, she just could not get herself to move she was so mortified. All she wanted to do was to convince him and that Ryu guy that she was fine, to keep a noted distance between herself and them, and somehow, she managed to do just the opposite, and she even then managed to wind up making physical contact. Still, with a horrified expression upon her features, Evande stood right there, at a distance she would consider far too close to the blonde if her brain was working as it normally would. The pinketteâs cheeks were a deep shade of red as it seemed sheâd even stopped breathing for the moment, as her eyes were perpetually locked on something unseen. What it was Kiku had said before, it didnât help how it was the woman was feelingâat least she was still standing, though she had barely any weight on her ankle and was supporting herself almost entirely on her left foot, which threatened to make her tip over again most any moment it seemed.
Kiku however was standing there against the door to her apartment, staring at the quiet scene, clutching the blanket around her form so that she wouldnât grow cold. Those deep red eyes of hers were flittering back and forth between the purple-haired seme type and the blonde-uke type, and also to her otaku neighborâmostly though the girl found herself looking back to the first of the bunch than anyone of the others. . . . Though Evande was indeed caught within a rather entertaining situation, there was something about that Ryu guy that just kept drawing her attention to him, and it really wasnât his obnoxiously bright hair, it was something that Kiku couldnât quite explain. Looking at him, there was . . . a feeling of familiarity, a strange sense that was contenting, comforting, it made her heart feel warm. She felt flustered at that, and the fact that she was feeling anything like this toward a strangerâtoward a guy nonetheless, it made an irritable expression form over her face as her own cheeks turned a shade of pink. There was no reason for that, to feel weird around him. Her heart already belonged to someone; sheâd made a promise before, so there was no reason for this. . . .
When it was that Evande felt as if she were being watched though, looked upon, she managed to blink before it was she stiffly craned her own neck up to look right back at the blonde. Familiar. went through her mind as she looked at him. His face was tinged red, and his features were somewhat on the feminine side. In truth, Evande could understand why it was Kiku had labeled him an âukeâ already. It was true though, it felt like Evande knew him, this stranger. Why would that be? She avoided people and tried her best to keep them out of her life. Like I thought before, he sort of looks like Ulric, so, thatâs maybe why. Hands drawn up into her chest, Evande wound up squeaking when it was that he wound up holding onto her shoulders after she managed to teeter a bit on her foot again, supporting her balance before he just as hastily pulled away, staring her right in the eyes.
He seemed to be focusing on something. . . . â We're going to take your groceries into your apartment, and then you're going to make just you ice that injury. You're going to keep off it as much as possible so you don't strain the injury, and then you can do whatever the hell you want. I hope you understand.â Still, he was going to force his help upon her whether or not sheâd been trying to insist otherwise. The tone in his voice was a forced out one, like he was trying to keep himself detached from the situation. A sense of guilt was beginning to take hold within Evande; she was stuck between feeling as if she was a nuisance and also wanting only to be left alone by these new neighbors.
No . . . no, I donât want their help, I donât need it! My pathâs already overlapped with his and that other manâs too much already. I just want to be alone, for my normalcy to return. she thought, tensing up as a clearly uncomfortable expression took root there on her face. Kiku herself was still staring at Ryu with that bitter look, hearing what it was that the other boy had said though caused her to look at him while it was she began to lower her head into the confines of her blanket.
He kept looking right into her eyes before it was he finally looked down to the floor, much to her own relief. Honestly, she didnât need want them to help her at all. . . . A very soft whimper slipped from Evande as the woman lowered her head down, shutting her eyes as she felt the hands move away from her shoulders, only to be replaced by an someone throwing her arm over their shoulders as a means of support for her. Her ankle was throbbing and she was beginning to feel terribly overwhelmedâshe was a nuisance to these men, drawing attention to herself, causing them to interact with her, and they wouldnât go ahead and just leave her be when it was obvious that they wanted to. . . .
On the other hand, Kiku was standing there now with her blanket drawn up and over her head as if it were a cloak, only her eyes were visible right then, and they appeared to be on the shifty sideâlooking back and forth between everyone while her mind sank into the depths of questioning Ryu. These two, they sure as Hell are like a couple from my favorite slashfics and BL manga as far as mannerisms go. . . . But still, there was that weird feeling her chest that she didnât get, it was the feeling that only one person managed to induce within her before, and she hadnât seen him in years. Of course, she wanted to see him again, but whenever that was, or if ever. . . . Eventually, heâll come back for me Iâm sure. Kiku assured herself, sighing as her thoughts scrambled and jumbled up. There was no way that Ryu was that guy, even if he seemed damn familiar.
However, Evande remained completely out of it while it was Ryu tittered on about how his evidential roomie was up to something. Head still down, she kept her eyes shut as her brain partly shut down to cope with what she was now undergoing, physical contact with the opposite gender, being a nuisance, pain and her normality crumbling under her slowly. Inside her head she was simply chanting, Things will go back to normal soon. . . . Anything and everything said around her was muffled out or was simply lost to her completely as her mind sank into a sort of sleeplike state.
Even when her door was kicked in with a very loud thud, Evande didnât come out of this trancelike state of hers. Kiku though, she looked at the blonde as if he were completely crazy for what he had just done. Sure, Evandeâs keys had been jammed, but kicking her door in? If he had damaged that thing, he was going to have to pay to repair it probably. . . . So, the little brunette stared at him with those deep red eyes of hers. The whole exchange following between Ryu and the boy though only further convinced Kiku of the twoâs archetypes, as a seme and an uke. Evande being exchanged between the two of them, the fact that the blonde seemed to have hurt himself kicking Evaâs door in too did not escape her attention.
Why were the two of them so . . .willing to up and help Evande as they had anyway? Seemed somewhat odd, even if people were nice, they normally werenât like this. It struck her as odd, and annoyed her a bit too. Well, many things annoyed her really, so that shouldnât have been too much of a surprise. Despite this truth though, there was no denying the fact that her usual, weird thought pattern started to surface again. As far as things go, I suspect that there will be some interesting moments regarding Ryu-seme, Blonde-uke and Eva-kun to come soon within the future. . . . Whatever those moments may be, I donât know, but they will be interesting Iâm sure. this brought forth a giggle from her.
It was only when Evande had been exchanged between Ryu and the other guy . . . Niko-whatever as Ryu had been calling him, that she began to snap out of her little weird state. A little gasp came from her as she opened her eyes, feeling weird and groggyârealizing that someone was holding onto her shoulder, slinging it over their own made her head bolt upward, a surge of pain jolted up from her now injured ankle as she about threw herself into a complete panic. Her eyes wide, her face went red again as she looked up, and blinked a couple of times quietly before she heard, âCâmon then, Pinky. Just sit down somewhere, will you?â
A rather frazzled look took over her features at that, as she hobbled into her apartment with the unwanted and awkward support provided to her by her new neighbor. Evande kept herself quiet at this, face just red, her feeling tense and utterly horrified at her current situation.
Remaining where she was, Kiku had her blanket still pulled over her head like a cloak, standing there with it over her while the blonde and Eva wandered into her apartment. She remained silent a moment before she looked back up and at Ryu and spoke, âSo, you two weirdos, you and Blondie-uke there, when did you move in, and what are you two? Because I know that I havenât seen you two around here before todayâat all. Eva-kunâs definitely not seen you before, or she wouldâve probably told me such.â
âIâm surprised that you just got into an apartment so fast, normally Mrs. Takashi is freaking regimented about the process to apply for a place here, so much so that it drives a lot of people away. . . . Tch, itâs a good thing that the old lady only keeps these places up and going as a hobby since she has enough money to probably buy out most of Japan, if she didnât, sheâd be going broke with how many apartments sit empty here.â Kiku prattled on.
Meanwhile, Evande was keeping herself more or less quiet as she drew her arm up and away from the blonde, turning to trying to lean on her wall for supportâshe didnât want her path crossing over with his anyone, and didnât want to wind up any more involved with him than she was now. Despite her own wants and wishes, her own desires for normalcy and maintain some sense of isolation from the world and people, save Kiku, Evande knew that she was now indebted to this man and to the other one for helping her out when she clearly had not wanted as much. At least one more time she was going to have to force some sort of interaction to make them equal for this.
Pressing herself up against her wall, away from the blonde as best she could, Evande had her head tipped to the side a bit, face red and her eyes drawn away from him. There was still something familiar about him to her too. I-I donât want to, but I need to. she thought to herself, taking in a deep and shaky breath before it was that she opened her mouth to speak, only managing up stutters before it was that she exhaled, trying to compose herself some. âI-I . . . E-Evande Sterling, th-thatâs my name. No-not âPinky.ââ She said first, not looking at him. She felt herself tense up too, before it was she tried to continue. âY-You didnât have to help me out like you di-did, Iâd have managed somehow. . . . Bu-but thank you, anyway, for that.â
Clearing her throat, she turned her head up and looked at him a bit, âAh, um . . . so, weâre neighbors . . . ? I-Iâm going to find a way to repay you for helping me out like you did today, soon, since youâre living across from me.â