lucetilogs | meet the parents

Who: Sophia, Fayt, Cliff, and Souji.
What: It’s time to get to know people properly.
When: September 29th
Where: Where the blue man and blonde man live.
Summary: Sophia has plucked up the courage to meet the rest of the family properly.
Rating: If it gets higher than PG I will be shocked, language aside.
Sophia had been here a month now, though with the number of things that had happened before arriving and since made it feel like it had hardly been that long. She had tried to keep to herself and mind her own business, but there comes a point when she couldn’t just ignore the other person of the household, or the more frequent visitors. Not only was it rude, but these people have been absolutely respectful and it was time she gave them that respect in turn.

Yet even though she's gathered all this resolve—because she was determined to go through with this, had to—she still faltered momentarily when it came time to knock on Fayt's door. Because these were people who meant a lot to Fayt, and who knew just how much they'd experienced together? But if she never asked or stepped forward, she would never know. Not to mention she had the sneaking suspicion that they'd been waiting for her to do just that...

With a sigh she pushed aside that bundle of nervousness and knocked, perhaps a bit more timidly than she had meant to. It might be better to have his help and advice with this.

"Fayt, can I talk to you?"

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"No, it ain't polite at all." Cliff drawled, with a disgusted toss of his head.

"I'm an artiste, yanno. It ain't my fault that you can't appreciate my work!"

"I...." And there he goes, looking between Cliff and Sophia and actually speechless for several seconds, a rarity for Fayt. He's been thrown by the sudden swerve in the conversation, and Sophia's stare is actually a lot more intimidating than Cliff's right now, years of similar situations having well ingrained a knowledge of just how scary Sophia can get when annoyed.

".....Ah.... damn it." He finally sags a little over the back of his chair. "Sorry.... I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean by it?" Because whatever Fayt had meant, it sure hadn't sounded very nice. With a sigh she uncrosses her arms and kneels down to Fayt's level, her expression still stern.

Why? Because she is certainly giving him a gentle poke smack in the middle of the forehead, the small smile returned. "You need to be a little more considerate sometimes, Fayt. Now..."

She looks over her shoulder to Cliff, just a little nervous that he was in the room with them. But it wasn't like she was going to kick him out or anything. "Do you think he owes you an apology?"

The girl's nerves were obvious to him-- that was the exact reason why he had been giving her plenty of space, after all-- but, he saw no reason to make light of it.

Instead, he just gave her a sly grin in reply.

"I dunno. I am an artiste. It ain't fun knowing that someone doesn't appreciate my work."

"I just meant.... well, most people don't really like the kind of combinations Cliff likes to make in the kitchen...." Alright, so that might not be helping his case here.

Fayt crosses his eyes a bit at the poke, blinking before shaking that finger off, hair flying in his eyes at the same time. Geez. He glances over at Cliff, curious... and a little wary at that statement. If he didn't want an apology....

"What do you want?"

"Is that so...?" Cliff's efforts are certainly appreciated, and truth be told talking like this was actually making her a bit more comfortable.

But such an important decision was between he and Fayt now, and she really did want to hear just what sorts of things the Klausian would ask her friend to do. It was also a good way to get an idea of their friendship, too.

Cliff scratched his head when he felt the weight of their gazes upon him before settling back against the wall, with his arms crossed.

"I just heard you guys say my name and figured I'd come in, that's all." He replied with an idle shrug.

"What sorta things did you wanna know from me, Sophia? I don't bite, yanno."

"Ah1 Well..." Of course he doesn't bite, but now that all that attention was focused back on her it certainly felt like it.

But that was a ridiculous feeling, because here they are and it's been nothing but banter for a few moments. Thinking about that, it makes it easier to relax and smile.

"Really, I'm just... We've been living together all this time and it seems like you've become a good friend of Fayt's. So I thought it'd be better to know you, but I'm not sure how to start."

"Well...anywhere's a good place to start, really."

Because it was ridiculous, for the both of them. He sighed, knowing it was time for full disclosure on his part.

"To tell the truth, I don't know you that well back home, myself. We'd only met a few days before I ended up in this place, and that's not a lot of time to get to know anyone."

"Only a few days?" If her voice sounds disbelieving, it’s because it sort of is. That wasn’t very long to get to know someone at all, but she would have liked to have hoped they had had the opportunity to start somewhere.

"I guess... I wasn’t a lot of help back then in easing that along, huh?" Not when you look at just the time they have been here—how long did she wait to ask for this? "I’m sorry."

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