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Goku: +204


As we're waiting to get the coding of the site back to how it was before and we're unable to add EXP to your account, I've written down the above EXP number in the staff notes section of your profile so that we can add it back once the system is back to normal.

Goku: +9


As we're waiting to get the coding of the site back to how it was before and we're unable to add EXP to your account, I've written down the above EXP number in the staff notes section of your profile so that we can add it back once the system is back to normal.

A few hours had passed since myself and Akatome had met - since I had welcomed him back to the Kikkawa manor despite his words of uncertainty in regards to myself and Kouketsu's relationship - and the outcome of it. Of course - I didn't doubt that he still had his reservations in regards to the subject, but who was I to decline him from the home that he had been raised in? The home that he had just as much ownership to as myself? Although perhaps he viewed me as a monster as of now and the child's father even moreso, even I didn't have the heart to push him away from this place. I'd expected his presence to grace our family home for a while now, and as I'd promised, I'd prepared for his arrival. With the perhaps all-too obsessive cleaning rota which I'd created myself, his room was cleaned and ready for him to inhabit, and all that was missing now was the person himself, who still hadn't come. Perhaps he'd changed his mind? Did he decide that he didn't want to live in the same house as myself and my family? Had I truly lost the only existing family member that I had? Akatome had often become a topic of worry to me as our friendship seemed to drift away, and as I stood now, both of my bare hands pressing softly against one of the many countertops in the main kitchen. Wherein I could recall the sweet smells of pastries conjured up within our home from several years ago, lingering in the air now was a similarly sugary smell -- specifically, apple pie, using apples that had been picked fro the many orchards in Kusa no Kuni. It was a dish that Akatome's mother had taught me as a child, and one that I had perfected in my youth, my memory serving me well to this very day. Of course; one could wonder how I could manage to not only be a goddess in all aspects of the word, but a culinary goddess, too. However, I had many tricks up my sleeve. It had been a while since I'd cooked properly. Since becoming Kusakage, I'd had things handed to me on a silver plate, or - not literally, but, I didn't have to do much cooking myself, and given my schedule, I had no time to cook. However, it seemed as if my skills remained absolute after all this time.

Continuing to gaze outside towards the gates of the manor, I soon shifted my position, having become slightly weary of standing in the same position for an extended time. Of course - It wasn't like him to simply .. not turn up, and a part of me still trusted him, even with all that he had said. My forgiveness didn't mean that I still wasn't unharmed by his words, of course. As much as I'd hated it, I'd taken a few things to heart, although I simply placed it down to how close we were. Few people remained who bore a similarly close relationship as we had. I was sure that half of the people in the village didn't exactly know me, and I felt as if that was exactly what gave me an advantage for my status. "......." noticing that I'd allowed my mind to wander, my train of thought was soon broken with a metallic-sounding D-D-D-Dddrrrrrr! as a nearby timer chimed, signalling that the cooked item was ready. Gliding across the kitchen, I promptly turned off the timer, and then went over to the oven, my hands now bearing a thick kitchen towel. Opening the oven a wave of heat hit me instantly, but regardless, I placed a hand on either side of the dish, and took it out, shutting the door and turning the heat off soon thereafter. The smell filled the room, and although I'd never truly had a sweet tooth, I couldn't lie and say that even I wasn't attracted to the scent, although I figured it could easily simply be a result of my scrambled senses. I then looked outside to see the figure that I had been waiting for all this time; A mismatched hat, and slightly oversized clothes, there was no mistaking my cousin.

With the warm towel still in my hands, I moved across the room, and out towards the kitchen door that connected to the gardens, opening it and making my own presence known to him. "Akatome!" I called over, watching as he roamed. "..Come in -- You'll catch your death if you stay out here for too long." I spoke, my free hand motioning for him to enter the home from the door that I'd opened; the door that he would recognize to be the one that the three of us, Ue, Akatome and I, had made our great escapes from during our childhood, only to be called back by relatives. Of course, often Akatome stayed behind, looking down on the apparent recklessness of my brother and myself, but we wanted him to join in. Staying outside for a few moments, I soon entered the building one more, keeping the door positioned open for Akatome to make his entrance, long blonde hair disappearing in to the kitchen.

Once he'd enter, I'd begin to speak to him, greeting him home.

"..I was starting to wonder whether or not you'd come."

I released the truth to him; but, I hadn't meant it in offense. Moreso to tease him.
..Although the thought had been considered.

Moving myself back to the counter where the freshly baked pie was located, the potent smell hung alluringly in the room, and through the majority of the house. With the towel still in my hands, I then moved it somewhat, picking it up and placing it on another counter. Such an action was obscure and pointless, but it needed to be moved. I wasn't sure why, but rearranging things had become second nature to me as of late. Moving my gaze back towards Akatome, I'd then turn, leaning my back against the counter and crossing my arms above my stomach as I waited for him to speak, basking in the aromatic scent of the apple pie that I'd baked. Blue eyes focused on his sand-colored hair, and then to his features as I pushed myself away from the counter and made my way towards him, stopping a comfortable distance away. Naturally, I still looked as tired as before. I'd since become somewhat more relaxed, although fatigue was still plainly evident.

"..You've arrived just in time; I'm not that hungry, so you can have as much as you want."
"It's a bit too hot right now, so to avoid scalding yourself, give it a little while to cool down."

Or, I was, but the event hours earlier had warped my appetite considerably.

"..In the meantime; Do you need any help bringing things up to your room?"

I offered my aid; his room, of course, was the one that he'd claimed as a child.
The building hadn't changed. The people had.