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"Jealous? Now what ever gave you that idea, hm?" Zita asked as she turned to look away from the clock. She had heard rumors of slaves being telepaths, but she didn't buy into it. However, it was a peculiar thing to say. "Perhaps he thought that on looks alone," she thought. When looking at the situation that way, it made more since. She had always been easy to read, even by total strangers. "It would be yes, but I dought half neko would try to eat you," she stated before whipping her mouth with a napkin. Yuck, left over lipstick...That definitely didn't go well with rice, they both stick...In a attempt to hide the small eating malfunction, she kept the napkin over her mouth.

Zita blushed slightly, "No, it's not that..." she protested. Her words didn't come out as she intended, they were muffled by the napkin. Removing it finally, she placed it folded on the table. It didn't look like she had gotten all the rice off. A few specs were on the ends of her mouth. The lip gloss was gone now, but the rice just didn't want to come off. In a way, it looked slightly cute. "I liked it...It was just sticking is all" she stated with a half nervous smile. She tried not to be insulting or seem rude. It wasn't his fault after all.

"Aside from what we discussed, nothing much. Perhaps grocery shopping since I am low on some foods," Zita answered lightly. She finished her food and rinsed the plate afterwards. "Is there something else you wish to do?" she asked over the running water. She began to think about the whole buying another slave situation. Curiosity swarmed her as she wondered who William would choose. Zita secretly hoped that the new person would get along with him and her. Also, that the new person won't get any culture shock.

"Oh..." Zita replied lightly noticing the slight discomfort. "Alright then, we'll go shopping for clothing for you as well," she stated with a bright smile. She could see the creepy factor arise about wearing a lost person's clothing. Zita hadn't intended to make him uncomfortable. That was truly the only set of clothing she owned that would fit him. The other things were too girly and weird. Her brother had a nack for wearing skirts, which was a cultural thing for Zita's family. Though, she never understood the why part of it. "I plan to leave real soon. If you think of anything else, let me know please" she requested before standing up from the table. She went over to the kitchen counter and wrote down a list of objects she needed at the food market.

"It's not weird, since you are one. I imagine being stuck with people can be unsoothing after a while,"Zita answered while flashing her usual smile. She took the paper and placed it in her pocket then walked over to him. "I know where one is. It's right by where I work. I need to show you where I'll be during the morning anyway in case something happens," she explained. Walking toward the door, she glance back at William. "Coming?" she asked. It was growing dark now, and she didn't want to end up pedaling in the pitch black. Doing that gave her numerous chills up and down her spine.

Zita did as requested and headed out with William. Getting on her bike, she waited for him to be seated before taking off. Once on, she traveled down the road and toward the lively city. When she finally stopped, they were at a old looking cafe. The place appeared to be a little crowded. There would be a chance that one of her co-workers would beg for her to take a shift. Zita of course didn't mind, but she was slightly concerned for William. The place was rough around the edges, and someone could easily get into trouble without intention.

(Let's move to Zita's Cadaver)