Help me run some errands? (Kaoru)

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal was ready to go shopping, but he knew Kaoru lived near the area, so it wouldn’t be a problem. Ever since Cristobal met Kaoru, his world had changed. Despite the fact that they’ve been going to Hammel for about the same amount of years, they had two completely different powers. He was a shapeshifter, and Cristobal had Omni -immunity , which wasn’t very useful, but he didn’t care. After gathering his money, collecting it into his wallet, and getting his car keys, Cristobal slipped on his pea coat because of the snow. The snow was going on heavy, and all he needed was his hipster like beanie, but he forgot about it anyway. He just wanted to get his shopping done, before Honey Buns sell out again.

All he knew was that Kaoru may not be so enthusiastic about seeing Cristobal. Cristobal barely talked to anyone unless it was Kaoru, and it was quite annoying to be exact. After studying for tomorrows test, via his phone, Cristobal got into his fathers’ car, and sped off towards Kaoru’s house first. Taking extra care, Cristobal rammed into the back of someone’s’ bumper. The person got out, with his face all red with anger. Cristobal couldn’t tell if it were the coldness, or if the man was holding his breath for hours, he just saw the tomato colored blood run through his face.

Without thinking, Cristobal swerved around the man and his car, and sped towards Kaoru’s house. Whispering out profanity, Cristobal looked up at the windshield, nearly crashing into a mailbox. Swerving around it, he was only a few blocks from Kaoru’s house. This was surprising of Cristobal, he was a safe driver, and he actually studied for the driving test, which was no surprise because he passed the test the first try. Finally, he was in front of Kaoru’s apartment. Turning of the car, Cristobal looked around, making sure there weren’t any sirens.

Cristobal got a surprise when he arrived at the front of his car, there was a huge dent, and his father was going to kill him. Clenching his fingers into his head, Cristobal closed his eyes, wishing that he was dreaming, and carried onto his best friend’s apartment. After going up to Kaoru’s floor, he knocked on the door, awaiting his answer.

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[Kaoru Myo]

Kaoru had rolled from bed and hopped in a shower with a touch of remorse. Though the wind was nippy and the ground covered in ice, he needed groceries. The cupboards of his studio apartment were bare of cans and boxes, the fridge shelves holding a tub of tempura oil and a container of week-old instant ramen. Oru shuffled around the single large room with his free arm wrapped around his bare chest for warmth. The nicest loft his parents could find, and they didn’t even have their damn heating system in check. And it’s not like he was situated in Florida or Texas. Oh no. They were in the 20-degree Winter Wonderland of a state. Stinkin’ Vermont. Using his left foot, he kicked a pair of boxers up from his laundry basket and caught it with the hand that was once holding up his towel. With a quick two-step motion he slid the girlishly cute undergarments up onto his waist.

It was still only 45 minutes after 9, too early to go out. For Kaoru anyway. He flopped himself down on his sofa, one arm hanging off and one leg hitched up on the back. His hand automatically went to the remote. It was always right where his fingertips landed. Considering he never sat any other way. He flipped through the inner-lingual channels. Sometimes the words were English, sometimes Korean. Even the odd Japanese now and again. He finally settled on a channel. A tubby Korean man babbled on quickly in his native language, questioning a popular K-pop band. He watched the flamboyant Orientals absentmindedly; glancing around the room for whatever clothing he was going to throw on. As show after show passed by he finally sat up. It was a little after 11, which was the perfect time for him to run errands.

He threw on a pair of dark coloured burgundy cords, a simple white button up and a navy blue knit sweater. A simple pullover would do him fine considering he was going to spend his time in a car or inside a shop. After fixing the cuffs and collar of his button up, he wrapped a long grey scarf around his neck in a way that slightly covered his face. He stepped into his work boots and shuffled out of his apartment. The corridor outside his loft was empty as it normally was. There were only five doors up here anyways. One to Kaoru’s humble abode, one to his unknown neighbour, two on each end of the half that led to staircases, and one to the yet to be functioning elevator. The top floor was recently new, and the elevator attachment that would carry you up that one extra floor had yet to be hooked up. Kaoru trotted down the hall and pushed his way through the north-end stairwell. He had just stepped out onto the floor below his to head for the elevator when he realized he was missing an important element for his planned activities. His car keys.

Up the stairs he went, mentally scolding himself for being so silly. When he opened the door to his hall none other than Cristobal Autieri. Kaoru was always rather silently with his movements. So, he slunk up behind Cristobal and wiggled his lips from under his scarf. He spoke silently, his accent being unmistakeable. “I’m on this side of the door too.”