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Who: Mitsuru Kirijo & Souji Seta
Where: Starting in the kitchen
When: June 15th
Rating: PG-13 to R depending on how ghouly this gets
Summary: Ghoul Event
The Story: Things have been...difficult the past few days. She feels as if she should be used to this by now, the hunger that sits low in her empty gut and the agonizing need to satiate it. It's not something she's ever been proud of. Her father knew, of course, and wanted to protect her from what the world might otherwise feel, but it was a burden she needed to take on herself. As much as she would like it, she knew he wouldn't be around forever and Mitsuru must learn to be self-sufficient. Even in Wonderland. Perhaps especially in Wonderland.

Here, she isn't supported by the supply, facilities, and assistance of the Kirijo Group. Here, she is truly on her own. There are others, of which she is certain, but Mitsuru is determined to curb the sharp edge of her hunger, despite how she knows a few simple tricks won't solve it in the end. If she just makes it one more day, one more day.

She's more disheveled than usual, her hair a little less brushed with how much she's been fussing with it just to keep her hands busy. She's pawing through one of the refrigerators in the kitchen in the vain hope that something will help. Nothing ever does. Fortune would have that she comes upon a large steak, uncooked and wrapped for storage. Shaking fingers grab it like it's treasure as she steps over to a woodblock counter, leaving the refrigerator door open. She needs it, she needs it. The smell of cold cow blood makes her nose curl but damn if she's not going to try. The saran wrap sticks to the sides and she glares at it in frustration as she attempts to peel it free, heedless of the mess she's making on the counter.

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It's entirely by coincidence that Souji happens upon Mitsuru in this state. He's already had a few unfortunate encounters the last few days, and so when he sees her pawing at the steak on the counter, some instinct tells him to approach with caution.

It doesn't, notably, tell him to flee. He might not know Mitsuru as well as he'd like, but he trusts her. She's been through some of the same things he has, and that links them together, regardless of anything else.

"Do you need help?" He comes to stand on the side of the counter opposite her, looking from the meat to her face.

Mitsuru is normally much more aware of her surroundings, someone who prides on herself on being as prepared as possible for any situation. She sees the world in small obstacles to overcome and battles to win, but at the moment, the only fight she's having is with herself and the saran wrap.

She's on edge and frazzled. Mitsuru doesn't hear him approach, though she should have, so when he's nearly in front of her and speaks she jumps uncharacteristically, nails digging into the steak like she's worried he'll take it from her.

"S-Seta..." Oh. Oh. It's him. Calm yourself, Mitsuru. You know how to keep a cool head. "I...how long have you been there?"

Long enough to see how frantic she was, but he doesn't need to say so. It's better to help her save face.

"I just came in."

He nods to the meat on the counter. "Do you want help? I could cook for you." He's not going to assume she can't cook for herself, but it's something he's always happy to do for others.

There's a small bit of relief at that. So he hadn't seen the whole debacle? He's been so honest and straight-forward with her thus far, she has no reason to suspect otherwise, even a lie for her own benefit. Mitsuru allows herself to straighten, glancing down at the food in her hands.

"Oh..." Cooked meat. Cooked meat likely won't help at all, but she can't really say that, can she? So Mitsuru smiles despite herself, placing the half-unwrapped steak back down on the counter, trying to hide the shakiness in her hands. "That's...very kind of you. Thank you."

Souji comes around to her side of the counter to pick up the slab of meat. He took it over to the sink to unwrap it and put it on a plate before washing his hands, standing near her but not facing her.

"Is there anything else you'd like?"

She watches him closely, perhaps too closely, enchanted by how easy he makes unwrapping the meat seem. Careful though he is, the scent of it is now on his fingers and it's really, really very difficult to ignore. That is, until he starts to wash them.

Mitsuru swallows--his hands, in the end, are more interesting than raw meat.

Wait, he was saying something?

"I'm sorry," she apologies, her voice a little strained. "What was that?"

Souji turns off the water and turns to look at Mitsuru.

"Are you alright? You seem a little unwell."

Should she be honest with him? He's been nothing but kind to her, yet the longer he's there, the harder it is to ignore the fact that he is flesh, muscle, and sinew. He's alive, his heart beats--all the things she's trying to resist.

Mitsuru swallows, putting her fingers to her forehead and looks away.

"...You shouldn't be here, Seta."

This is worrisome, especially after a few of the encounters he's had over the last few days. Despite that, Souji doesn't make any movements to leave the room.

"How can I help you?"

He can help, it's true, but in ways she simply can't ask. Mitsuru shakes her head, taking a step back and away from him. The longer he's there, the more aware she is of just what makes him up, what makes him human. What makes him the only thing that can satiate her hunger, and she refuses to succumb to that...if she can.

"Y-You can't help with this. Leave."

Not in any way he can walk away from. And she can hear his heart beat, and each pump of blood makes her chest and stomach burn. She can feel the change begin in the corners of her eyes. Mitsuru backs further away, bumping back into the counter.

"I said leave!"

Souji takes a step back, eyes widening at that outburst. He can see the change in Mitsuru's eyes as it happens, confirming his suspicions.

"...You really need to eat."

It isn't that he's not afraid. Even with his Personas to back him up, it's very possible that she could kill him in the next few moments. But if it isn't him, it might just be someone else later, when Mitsuru has even less control than she does now. Souji, at least, is able to defend himself if he needs to.

[CLOSED] je suis affamé pour vous

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