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Yuki was, as she usually is, excited for fall. Fall was one of her favorite seasons because the colors got better for fashion, she could wear her favorite things without dying of heat or freezing her tail off. The small Japanese girl tucked herself into her oversized sweater and leggings, added boots, grabbed her purse and was out the door to get coffee, a bagel and just spend the day doing anything she could out of her apartment.

Why?

It was cool, it smelled amazing and people seemed to be in a better mood in the fall. Never mind her knees still ached from the latest battle she'd been in with some stupid long haired Corrupt. She was going to kick his a** soon. Then she'd feel even better.

As it were, she turned a corner and headed into one of her favorite coffee shops, hoping to see pumpkin spice on their menu.

It wasn't like she tried to look gothic (most of the time), it just sort of happened because she knew black went with her skin and hair effortlessly. She glanced up once she heard a voice, and then up some more because he seemed to be a lot taller than her. Huh. He was certainly bright.

"Good morning," she replied after a moment.

Making friends wasn't something the serious woman did, but she needed them. She realized all to well she had nothing to look forward to besides the weather and fashion in fall and wanted to finally change that. "...If you haven't tried it, the pumpkin spice latte is one of the better of the fall items." That's how you made conversation, right?

She nodded a little and just waited as he ordered, looking over the board with their selection. She was fairly sure she knew what she was getting. Yuki was good at thinking of these things a head of time to help things speed along. But she had no real goal today, so maybe looking wouldn't be so bad.

Then the man in front of her spoke and those dark eyes honed in on his face and she felt her cheeks warming up as a protest bubbled in her throat. Oh, why not just let him. So, instead of saying no thank you, she just said, "That's... very kind. Thank you," and proceeded to order a huge pumpkin spice latte for herself because who didn't like lattes? She put her bag back down, having picked it up so she could pay and just reached out for the latte when it was slid across the counter.

The blush didn't leave her cheeks as she brought it to her lips and moved out of the line so he could pay. She would linger because... now she didn't know what to do. No one's bought her coffee like this before. "...Thank you again," she said with a smile pulling at her lips. This one wasn't faked like most of her others. She was pleased. "Did... you want to sit..?" Isn't that what you were supposed to do? Offer to drink your coffee with someone and have a nice conversation. That's what she'd seen in those movies she watched sometimes, the romantic ones. This wasn't a romantic situation, granted, and he might have to rush off, so there was that. She was prepared for that answer.

She hid her confusion when he suggested a walk. At least he didn't say no flat out. Then he clarified and she let out a noise of agreement before slowly sipping on her latte again. "Walking is probably better anyway. It's going to get crowded in here pretty soon.."

"Hobbling?" She looked up at that and let her head tilt. "...Are you alright? If you are hobbling you should..." And she stopped there and shook her head. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me. We do haven't even exchanged names. ...I'm Yuki. Yuki Hisakawa."

So she wasn't the only one with an unusual name here. She arched a brow at that and was just trying to guess where he was from. She should probably just ask, but Yuki didn't know enough social etiquette to know if that was rude or not.

Then he said he fell, and Yuki shook her head, bangs falling into her eyes as she followed Kip, moving out the door first and then waited for him, shivering a tad bit at the first blast of the cooler air. She hadn't realized how warm it was inside. "...It may help. ...So, Kip? Are you from here originally?" She rolled her coffee container in her hands before taking a sip, not knowing what else to do as she slowly took a few steps forward.

"My family came over from Japan right before I was born, so.. I am, yes." Thus why she had no accent. The small girl just shrugged a little more. "..I've visited Japan many times, lived there for over two years, but I came back because this place is better suited for me."

Not true. She had a mission here. Japan is where her heart was. It was more orderly, calming, structured, everything she liked. Oh sure, it had it's fair share of troubles, but she still preferred it there. "Either way. ere I am and here I'll stay for the foreseeable future."

Her brows raised. Dirty cartoons? Well, that was one aspect she never looked into and never wanted to look into. Yuki just rolled her eyes a little bit and tapped her fingers on her cup. "The Japanese people are mainly respectful as long as you are respectful to them. They try to be accommodating, at least up front. I'm not going to say it is without it's flaws, but.." She shrugged a little and let her lips purse a little bit more.

Then she was asked out do dinner and Yuki blinked, not having expected that at all. Tilting her head, she looked at him and then laughed a little at him. Well, he was cute and he had a sense of humor she didn't have to fake laugh to. She honestly enjoyed it. "....I wouldn't mind taking you up on that. ..I warn you, I might not be able to stay out of the kitchen.. I.. like watching people cook."

Yuki didn't notice his blush of embarrassment, just thinking he was cold and they should probably hurry up and go somewhere. If he couldn't handle the fall weather, he was going to suffer in the winter. Slowly but surely she was finishing her coffee, savoring it so she didn't have to buy a second on before she went home.

"I see. Quite the learning experience for you, then. Don't get drunk and just randomly watch television. Put in a movie." She was teasing him again, a lilt to her voice that matched the way her lips were starting to curl upwards.

Then the mention of putting her to work in the kitchen and she just shook her head firmly. "Not unless you want burnt carrots and mushy rice." Despite her utter love of watching cooking shows, watching people cook, she was horrible. She was lucky if she didn't burn a microwaved breakfast by following the instructions. It was her time to flush in embarrassment. At this day and age it seemed everyone cooked and then you had her. "Unless you want me to order take out. I'm really good at that."