queenoflogs | Poor, poor egg.

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Poor, poor egg.

Characters: Katina and Akiha
Date: April 6
Summary: Katina and her eggbaby look for the other mommy.
Warnings: Ill-tempered women.

Crying is not the thing Katina expected to be woken up by. If it's not an alarm clock, then it's usually a headache - occasionally another person, but half the time she has a headache when that happens anyways. But crying, oh no, this is not what she expected at this point in her life.

It takes her about ten minutes to wake herself up, find the eggbaby, and realize that holy shit she has to take care of a crying egg with a face. The next ten minutes were spent trying to comfort it, and failing miserably until she realized the obvious - it was crying for another 'mama'. If she was wrong, of course, she'd at least get outside, but childcare? Generally seen as a thing couples do.

Her mood was already dark from frustration when she realized what she was heading towards as the cries lessened. Of course. Grumbling as she stomped up to the door of Akiha's mansion, she slammed her fist against it a few times, already at the point where Akiha could jump out the window in full-on demon AKIHA rage and it wouldn't faze her.

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One. One mansion, and that had been a pretty hectic situation, but she could at least remember some pretty big parts of the palace at Riksent! It was bigger than Akiha's too, what with being the royal palace of an extremely wealthy ruling family.

Katina leaned against the table, looking across it at Akiha. Of course coming from a traditional family would give her a little more experience. "Hey, I'm older too. A lot of women my age are intentionally having kids." As opposed to teenagers accidentally having kids. "So it'd be great if you could just do that."

"Yes, yes, something about biological clocks ticking or some nonsense like that," Akiha mumbled. "I'll have Lam-- I'll see to readying a guest room for you. It'll be on this floor, West Wing. That's where all the empty rooms are."

Akiha's room was on the second floor, West Wing. Far more than fifty feet away. Seems someone forgot about their invisible no-cry zone.

"Yeah, I don't get it either, and this is just making me want a kid even less, but I guess it's pretty natural." Katina probably qualifies as one of those stressed out, career focused types they make romantic comedies about, only thirty times more likely to break an arm and less likely to have some silly change of heart.

"Uh... you can try, but remember how this thing started crying just from you walking away a little bit? I think those rooms have to be farther apart than that." Maybe they should get out a tape measure.

Akiha pauses with her tea halfway to her mouth and just stares at Katina for a moment. Yes... all the rooms in the mansion were father than that apart, especially with the way Akiha's room was set up and being at the end of the wing's hall. Which meant, in order to not hear crying all night, Katina and the egg needed to be...

"...you are not sleeping in my room."

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She could almost see Akiha's mind screeching to a painful halt at the realization, and part of her felt a little smug about remembering something she'd forgotten. "So, maybe we can shove a bed up against your door overnight. Sure, you'd be trapped inside until I woke up or you felt like busting down the door, but we might be able to just barely keep close enough that way."

Katina patted the top of the egg. "Otherwise, I'm gonna be in your room one way or another."

"There are no other beds upstairs. My room is the only one up there." A lie as the room she'd made for Shiki was up there, but it was in the other wing. Akiha's room was the only one in the West Wing.

"And even if there was, my bed is still too far from the door. We're not moving my queen-sized mahogany four-poster canopy bed into my anteroom." Akiha ground her teeth and glared at Katina. She did not want the pilot anywhere near her bed. For several reasons. Mostly the privacy and pride reasons, though.

"Tch." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked over to look out the window. After a long moment of glaring at her own eyes in the glass, she came to a barely acceptable solution. "You can sleep on the davenport in my anteroom. It's marginally better than the floor."

Hell if she would drag that bed all the way over anyways. Katina simply sat there taking the tirade in stride. It was pretty obvious that Akiha didn't want her in the same room, and mostly obvious why as well - for a number of reasons. Not that Katina was thrilled about it either, but she sure could make the best of it. "Even if you don't have guests very often, it's a good idea to have guest accommodations, you know?"

She sighed, accepting that for now, though. "So I'm getting put on the couch. I haven't even really done anything yet..." Honestly, after all her time in the military, even on a fairly comfy ship like the Hiryu, she could sleep anywhere. That didn't stop her from bitching about it though.

"I do have guest rooms. On the first floor," Akiha snapped. "Don't sit there and accuse me of not being hospitable. The upper floors of the Tohno Mansion are not meant for guests but for family members. It's not my fault this egg is forcing me to let you in my room. I don't have to like it. For all I know, you could snore."

And then how would she get to sleep? Between a fussing egg and a snoring Katina, Akiha was worried she'd get very little.

"Alright, alright, you're a gracious host who doesn't want anyone on the same floor as you. It's not like you're gonna get more than one, maybe two family members here, and even that much isn't too likely." A little harsh, maybe, but having an entire floor to herself isn't helping anyone.

"And I don't snore, so you won't miss out on any beauty sleep. I'll just curl up on your little couch and try to get comfortable."

"After the amount of extended family that freeloaded off my father when he still lived and the constantly around fiance, allowing for barely any privacy save for the sanctity of my bedroom, I fully believe I'm within my rights to enjoy it here," Akiha snapped. "Until now, there's never been a need for there to be anyone else on the floor with me, so no such rooms were ever made."

Besides, if she made a room next to hers, Kris would want to move into it. Akiha wanted her privacy and distance.

"You'll make do; you're a soldier. Aren't you supposed to be able to sleep on rocks in the dead of winter with nothing but a think blanket?"

"Right, yeah, I guess everyone needs their privacy sometimes. Maybe I'm just too used to being crammed into a tin can floating around in an infinite vacuum to have much of an idea of personal space." Privacy was largely the domain of officers, and she at least had to share her room with someone else. Maybe one more promotion would do it.

Katina grimaced at the suggestion. "This isn't a war zone. I'm gonna take what comfort I can get, while I can get it, because if this place is good for anything it's the beds and the food."

"I'll never understand a Spartan lifestyle," Akiha replied. "There are people out there with money that don't ever spend it on anything. Or even invest it. The other day, I had to explain what a bank was to Kris." She almost rolled her eyes. "I'll never try to explain anyting financial to her again. I swear, she thinks there's a vault in the basement of my mansion in Misaki full of gold ingots."

"I can actually kind of agree with you there. Even with all my time spent living like that, if I've got time and money then I'm gonna enjoy myself." Katina shrugged.

"Anyways, Kris comes from a different kind of society as far as I can tell. I only know a few swordsmen, and magic's even rarer, whereas Kris talks about those things like they're normal. Of course... on the other hand it is her." But damn, a vault full of gold would be pretty sweet. Why doesn't she have one?

Because smart people invest their money, Katina. Akiha, as young as she is, does own a very lucrative American pharmaceutical company. That's where a bulk of the Tohno fortune is. Oh, there is a vault - just not that big or full of gold ingots.

"I can't even imagine what life is like where she's from. At least she managed to learn a trade and isn't a beggar on the streets anymore. Though she still acts like one. Maybe teaching her how to read English will do her some good."

Akiha waved her hand then, tired of talking about Kris. "Do you have to go get anything from whatever hovel you normally live in?"

Curses.

"Neither of us could really handle living like that, but it's not like society doesn't change all the time. Imagine if either of us were whisked off five-hundred years in the future." But she could accept an end to that conversation, if only to keep Akiha from getting into a worse mood.

She shot Akiha a frustrated look. "Unless you've got a bunch of spare clothes, I need to get some. Just a few days worth should be fine, it'll be a quick trip."

"Wouldn't I be in your time then?"

But Akiha moved on, giving Katina a decent look over. "...nothing we have here would fit you; you're too tall. Like Gal. She took all her belongings when she moved out..." There was a flicker in her eyes at that, but the girl pushed past whatever was bothering her. That wasn't the present situation, that is.

She then turned her gaze onto the egg again. "I wonder if that would fit in a messenger bag. Like a sling, carrying... thing. Whatever they're called."

"Well, whatever."

Yeah, get a good look. Make Katina wonder if you're just thinking about whether or not you have clothes for her. "Right, right. No one here's all that tall I guess, so I'll have to go get my own clothes."

She turned the egg to face her, sizing it up. "Well, it depends on what kinds of bags you've got. If not, I can carry it down and dig something up, and then it'll be easy for you to carry it back."

Don't worry... Akiha was looking. She was always looking, even when she didn't consciously realize she was. It just helps that she tends to frequently look like she's sizing people up, if only to decide how far beneath her they are.

"I said a messenger bag. Do you not have those in space?" Before Katina could answer, Akiha was on her feet. "I'll be right back. Do not follow me," she said.

And out the door she went, heading up stairs... to the East Wing. If she'd left alone, she will be back in less than five minutes with a black messenger bag over her shoulder embroidered with the crest for the Asagami Private Girls Academy on it.

It's weird to be used to getting looked down on, but so it seems to have gone. As frustrating as those looks were for months, they were something to put up with around Akiha instead of something to get pissed off over. Getting angry would just make it worse, and cut down on the rare smiles ~~not that Katina's looking for those~~.

"Are those the only kinds of bags they have in Japan?" she shot back lamely. Drumming her fingers on the table, she waited, until Akiha came back. Putting up with the egg for such a short time was tolerable.

Katina held out the egg, looking at the bag expectantly. "Think it'll fit?"

"They're in style. And what my school issued us," Akiha pointed out, sitting down on the chair.

She looked the egg over and then the bag. "Hmm." Opening it up, she took out a notebook that was a bit battered and surprisingly dirty - like it had been carried around outside - along with a pencil box. Holding the bag open as wide as possible, she nodded to Katina.

"Try to put it inside. It looks like it might fit. A bit snug, but at least it'll be warm." Wait. Did she just say that? Akiha scowled.

"Right, right, fair enough." Katina tried to be inconspicuous about looking at what Akiha was taking out. Just a notebook and pencil box. So, Akiha was either going around writing things, or sketching things. Bad poetry? It was hard to tell between how she acted and the fact that she was still a teenager.

"I don't think it's gonna hatch or anything, so is it really important?" Not taking too much care, Katina started to shove the egg into the bag. The thing made a few gurgling noises, but nothing displeased; good thing too, because she'd probably lose it if it cried the whole way out and back. "Alright, that should be just fine."

"...even with the snow gone, it's still cold out." Akiha knew the justification was lame, but she felt obligated to come up with something to explain why that thought had even come out of her mouth. "If I'm taking to time to carry it to your place and back, it better not cry because it's cold."

She situated the flap somewhat over the egg and then picked the bag up. "Let's go," she said, heading to the door - detouring slightly to wrap her scarf about her neck. To a normal person, the scarf was completely unnecessary, but Akiha didn't exactly fall into that category.

"That better be it. I don't want to see you getting attached to some goofy little egg with a face." Katina grinned teasingly - just how soft was Akiha really, if she was worrying about this thing?

For all she knew, Akiha was just wearing the scarf to be fashionable. Either way, she wasn't really cold even in just pants and a long-sleeved shirt, so she followed without any more comments about the weather. "So are you gonna make me wear my finest clothes to fit in with your mansion, or can I just bring what's comfortable?"

Oh, did that teasing earn Katina a death glare, but she didn't say anything. As easy as she was to bait, sometimes Akiha was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and stew.

"I doubt your finest counts as anything 'fine'. Don't bother. Even if you cleaned up and tried to look like a lady, you'd still fall pathetically short." Akiha shivered a little as they went outside and pulled the scarf tighter.

It's good to know that she can get under Akiha's skin that easily - particularly because Akiha gets under hers. Fair's fair.

"Hey, you'd be surprised. The hardest part is dealing with my hair." She looked over at Akiha, wondering if the cold was really affecting her that badly. It didn't seem like much to Katina, but that was something else that soldiers learned to deal with. Plus, she was from a fairly cool climate, colder than Japan at least as far as she knew. "Actually, the bigger problem is that I don't like dresses. Maybe a nice suit would work better."

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