Of Almond Cookies, Androids, Realians, Heartless... (Thread Log ; On-going)

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Who: Zexion bruisedvillainy & MOMO cross_hilbert
Where Mansion Kitchen
When: Evening
Rating: PG maybe?
Summary: MOMO accidentally cuts herself while baking almond cookies which sets her thinking about things and Zexion comes to help her sort things out

the Story: All was quiet in the kitchen almost as though it was deserted. Or so one would presume until one stuck his/her head in to find the ghastly sight of cut almond slices lying forgotten in a pool of crimson as well as a trail of similar droplets leading from the kitchen countertop to the nearby dining table where a lone pink-haired female figure was seated at.

MOMO's facial expression was blank at the moment, the customary smile and jovial expression that were perpetually on her heart-shaped face nowhere to be seen. Clutching her left hand with her right, amber orbs were focused intently on the crimson liquid that had welled up from the cut on her index finger the instant the knife she had been using had grazed its surface by accident.

The cut certainly wasn't something that a nanospray or healing ether couldn't fix. It was the memory of her previous conversation with the mysterious figure known as Zexion about androids coupled with the blood and pain that had suddenly set her thinking. Thinking about who she was and why she continued to exist in this world.

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'You most certainly made more of a mess than I'd thought a little girl ever could.'
   Zexion's voice was never intrusive, and probably wouldn't be even if it caught you in the loo. But then, he wasn't a large, intrusive individual in any way at all. While still wearing his dark, customary Organization coat to make his person at least a fair bit more noticeable, he hadn't taken any other measures to appear different from anyone else in the mansion. Being blatant and apparent wasn't his thing at all, really. He'd even used the staircase to get here. But he brought a briefcase-shaped first aid kit along with him, and he set it down on the kitchen table with something quite like impatience before approaching the peach-haired young lady to grasp her hand.
   'All rinsed off?' he inquired shortly, sparing the rest of the kitchen a quick glance. What a revolting mess. Those were blood biscuits, not almond cookies. 'MOMO?'

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'You most certainly made more of a mess than I'd thought a little girl ever could.'

It took almost all of MOMO's will power not to flinch at Zexion's remark. Instead, the female Realian settled for chewing on her lower lip in spite of herself.

It was really her own fault that things had evolved to such a state. She had attended to people with worse injuries before so something as minor as this shouldn't really faze her. If anything, she really deserved whatever criticisms she had coming her way.

There was an expression that was almost akin to guilt on MOMO's face when she turned to look blankly at Zexion before shaking her head a few times in response to his earlier question.

"... It won't stop." She finally managed shakily.

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Sighing quite dramatically, Zexion merely tossed his hair back ever so slightly and let go of the girl's hand, letting it hang where she preferred. It was deep, and if he'd parted the flesh with his gloved thumbs he would probably have been able to see the delicate bone beneath. Or.. whatever held MOMO together. But it was a clean cut, and would close on its own given time - if the little android healed like regular people.
   He snagged a thick towel from a hanger in the kitchen - really, how empty-headed were she? - and quickly wrapped it about the bleeding digit.
   'Keep this on for a bit until the bleeding stops,' he told her, his voice still as level as it had been when he first entered the kitchen, 'and then we'll bandage it up proper.' He sat down on a nearby chair, almost looking bored. What ingredient was there to cut when it came to almond cookies anyway, he pondered, resting his chin on the back of his hand. The kitchen was a mess of blood, but he wasn't going to be the one cleaning it up. Instead, he dipped the tip of his index finger in a small pool on the table, and brought it to his face.
   It was true then. His exceedingly sensitive sense of smell could detect a faint.. artificial difference to the liquid. He didn't even have to taste it to know that it would be bitter rather than salty. Something about the chemicals..
   'So it is true. You truly are synthetic.' How fascinating.

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MOMO merely nodded mutely at Zexion's instructions to keep the towel around her index finger till the bleeding stopped, her gaze lowering to focus on her hands once again. The blue-haired youth seemed upset. Maybe she shouldn't have accepted his offer to help if she knew that she was going to be such a bother to anyone. It wasn't as if she would bleed to death like any living creature had the bleeding persisted.

Her body had the ability to heal alright. It was just that the healing process wouldn't take place until the wound edges were properly opposed in this case. In fact, it now made her wonder why Daddy had created her this way and thought of her as one of his greatest creations. It was definitely not a feature that would augment her original functions in any way. Or at least that was what her mind was coming up with when she put everything into perspective.

At Zexion's next comment about her make-up however, MOMO tilted her head to the side a little, a ghost of a smile beginning to cross her face at the same instant.

"... Yes. As are the memories that I possess..."