[Closed] A Taste Of Home.

[Konei Kozuki]

Ah, that was a shame. Now he’d be sat here feeling really rude. He nodded his thanks to the server, who collected up Kana’s empty bowl and left.

"Well if you wanna get off or you’ve got somewhere else to be, I won’t take it as a personal insult if you leave," Konei said, picking up the ceramic soup spoon and dipping it into the stew to take the broth first. Sea prunes were something of an acquired taste outside of the poles, and even in his homeland it had a taste that sometimes kicked you in the mouth if you weren’t expecting it. Indeed, it had been months, maybe even a year, since he’d had any, and when he swallowed his first spoonful it made his eyes water a little. Coughing and thumping his chest a couple of times with his other fist, Konei soon settled down again.

"Oh, man, that’s the good stuff," he said. "Sometimes restaurants cop out and made this with ocean kumquats, and yeah, most people can’t tell the difference, but only sea prunes smack you in the stomach like that. Wanna try some?" he offered, pointing at it with his spoon.

So far, he’d been doing most of the question-asking, and it seemed like she’d been politely tolerating him and bearing his incessant semi-interrogation. Not that Konei minded this, though; he didn’t like giving people his detailed backstory if he could help it.

"Why’d you move here to Republic City then? If you don’t mind me asking."

[Kana Saitou]

"Well if you wanna get off or you’ve got somewhere else to be, I won’t take it as a personal insult if you leave,"

She blinked at his words, before just giving a slight shrug. "I've got nowhere to be, no plans for the night. No harm in sticking around a little longer, I suppose. It's rare I find someone who just wants to talk around here." Kana gave a quiet snort afterwards, leaning back in her chair as she watched the other. More like, studied, without being completely obvious about it.

He seemed... interesting. Not a bender, but he was obviously strong in whatever it was he did. Not a bender, but still a fighter. She assumed the scar over his eye was not the only scar he bore, though she could be wrong.

She had to laugh as the other had a rather violent reaction to his food. Her head shook slowly afterwards, and she gave a subtle roll of her eyes, a brow quirking at the other soon after.

"Oh, no. I'm pretty full--Even if I wasn't, I was never partial to the prunes. I prefer the stuff that goes down easy, thanks." She eyed the bowl warily for a moment, before giving a slight wrinkle of her nose.
Milah seemed curious about the contents of the other's bowl, but she simply squeaked and jumped up to settle on Kana's shoulder.

She seemed to relax into another moment of silence, before his question broke her from the calm. She glanced slowly off to the side, before coming right back with a half-grin of sorts.
"It's a long story. But let's just leave it at the fact that I'm much better off here than I am back there."

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[Konei Kozuki]

Konei shrugged without looking up, still sifting through sea prunes with his spoon. "You can talk to anyone you like if you strike up the conversation. Works for me, anyway." He glanced up at her to find the girl examining him over the table. His eyes flickered over her face, wondering for a moment why she was observing him so closely, before he went back to his stew.

She said that she didn’t like sea prunes, and Konei couldn’t blame her. For a long time he hadn’t either.
Then she declined to tell him why she moved to Republic City. Well, not so much decline as purposely glossed over it.
Ohh, so she was the shady and mysterious type, was she? Konei would have bet a thousand yuans that there was something in her past that she wasn’t too proud of, or that she was running from. There’s always something in the past. Not to mention that she wasn’t much of a talker, and probably would never have spoken to Konei if he hadn’t made the first move. Even now she seemed slow to come out of her shell. Not that Konei could blame her; they had only just met, after all, and he didn’t expect her to divulge her entire life story to some guy who was practically a stranger.

Konei was silent for a moment as he chewed a bit of sea prune then swallowed it.
"You don't half keep to yourself, do you?" he said, smiling over his spoon.

[Kana Saitou]

She couldn't help but to laugh quietly at the other, taking her so far untouched glass and sipping from it slowly as she shifted in her seat.
"I suppose you can. And you're right, it does seem to work for you." Kana quirked a brow at the other, before snickering quietly, looking back into her glass for a moment.

'You don't half keep to yourself, do you?' She caught his smile with her own, brow quirked once more. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms after returning the glass to the table.
"I guess maybe I do. Keeping to yourself keeps you safe and out of trouble. Not that a little trouble can't be fun, sometimes."
Kana couldn't deny that sometimes she was drawn to trouble. It makes things more interesting, when you have fight your way out of situations you've gotten yourself into.

Hell, that was probably how she ended up getting involved in the gang back home.

"So, Konei. You've been doing all the talking, might as well keep it that way. Tell me about yourself."

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[Konei Kozuki]

Konei raised his scarred brow when she mentioned that she preferred to keep out of trouble, despite that it was sometimes fun. He agreed mostly; he didn’t want to get dragged into things that would hang a gigantic shitstorm over his life, but he couldn’t deny that he’d gone looking for good old-fashioned punch ups every now and then. It usually wasn’t difficult for him to bait people into a fight; when he got his snark on it seemed like his face turned into one that people loved to punch.

So, Konei. You've been doing all the talking, might as well keep it that way. Tell me about yourself.

About himself? He couldn’t guarantee that it was a happy story, or even a somewhat interesting one, but she’d asked. Might as well tell her what he felt comfortable with divulging.

"Uhm, well... I come from the Northern Water tribe. Capital city actually, so I pretty much grew up immersed in waterbending culture," he said. Indeed, in the capital city, the houses, streets, and defences were made of ice, crafted by waterbending. People travelled by boats on a system of canals controlled by bending. They fished with bending, fought with bending, healed with bending. If you weren’t a waterbender then there wasn’t a whole lot you could do. "I’m the only non-bender in a family of waterbenders, imagine how fun that was - if you will," he said with a smile that suggested he was more light-hearted about the topic than he truly felt.

"I left because... well, you can guess," he said. "Spent a while travelling through the United Republic territories and then came to Republic City. I don’t do much these days apart from eat, sleep, and work." Konei cracked a smile, gave a small shrug, and ate another spoonful of stew.

[Kana Saitou]

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[Konei Kozuki]

She went to capital city too, huh? She may well have seen him, but she never would have remembered him. He wasn’t a memorable person, sitting on the ice walls, overlooking the waterbending classes and not joining in because he had spears and swords to sharpen. His life had been a mundane one, and the closest he ever got to feeling like a part of something was when he chose to risk his life defending the city as a warrior. She would never have remembered him in a million years.

Believe me. I understand exactly what you're talking about.

Yeah? They had both left (perhaps fled would be a more accurate word) the north pole and come to Republic City. The only difference was that where Kana was no longer hated and feared here for being a firebender, here Konei was still considered useless for having no bending at all. Wherever you went it was a benders’ world.

Her day seemed more productive and interesting than his, especially if she managed to get into fights so often it became routine. Mostly Konei was busy trying to feet sleeping times in between holding down two jobs. It felt like he was saving up for something, but he just wasn’t sure what. All he knew was that he needed the extra money, even though his rent was only a small amount for a shoddy two-roomed place, and he didn’t have anything else to spend his money on.

"You watch Pro-bending matches?" Konei asked her. "That’s really cool, I’ve only heard them on the radio before. What team do you support?"

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] Even if he did have a memorable face, she probably still wouldn't have noticed him. Every time she went to Capital City, it was usually because she had a mark to get there for the gang. To be honest, that was usually why she was anywhere other than at home or with her boss. But Kana didn't want to think about that, right now. She left that life for a reason. She almost let out a sigh before the other picked up on her draw towards probending. Her shoulders gave a slight shrug at first, before her mind wandered to the last match she saw. She couldn't remember the team names for the life of her, but they were good. The rounds lasted forever, and finally, they were tied at the end. It was down to the firebenders, who just didn't want to give up. In the end, they sent each other flying off the edges. One of the two had managed to grab the edge though, saving his team and winning the match. It was, in short,... intense. "I don't really support any particular team. I just watch for the fun of it all, really. Doesn't matter who's fighting." Kana rocked a bit in her chair, thinking, as she rose a hand to play with one of the loose braids hanging from behind her ear. "To be honest, I'd kill to join a Pro-bending team myself. I think it'd be... Fun." She rose and dropped her shoulders in another shrug, finally letting her chair settle back on all four legs again. It's a shame he isn't a bender himself. Not sure I'd mind teaming up with him from time to time. He's not a total idiot, for one. Not to mention the fact that he's pretty good to look at. Her brow raised the slightest as a small grin found its way back into her lips as she watched the other, glancing him over once more just to reconfirm her mind's ramblings. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Konei Kozuki]

Konei could understand that. Supporting teams didn’t have to be part of watching the sport, but it made things more tense when he was listening to it on the radio at the garage and rooting for a team, trying to fix Satomobiles despite having most of his appendages crossed for good luck. Though he could imagine how it’d be exciting watching a match even without supporting a team. Just watching them go at it would be great.

"Ah," he said, keeping his eyes on his food. "The Boarcupines are still the reigning champs at the moment, right? I’d like to go see them at some point. It sounds like they’re experienced and know what they’re doing when it comes to bending. I’ve caught most of their matches on the radio when I’m working late, and it doesn’t half make overtime worthwhile."

It would also be worth seeing a match just to observe how they moved. Though Konei wasn’t a bender, it was obvious that his fighting style had been influenced by waterbenders. He supposed he could pick up tips from earthbenders and firebenders too even if he didn’t have the elements in mind. "Sounds like the Golden Temple Tigerdillos have a shot at the championship this year too."

She mentioned then that she would love to join a pro-bending team, and his heart constricted painfully with longing. If only. "You should. I’d definitely come to watch you. Are you good at firebending then?" he asked, finally looking up at her to find her staring fixedly back at him. This was the second time he’d caught her staring at him now. Konei lifted his head to face her fully, one eyebrow raised. "Enjoying the view?" he asked her, with a lopsided smirk.

[Kana Saitou]

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