Honestly, if Mi weren't so untrustworthy she probably would have liked Arlo. He seemed like a decent guy, a bit immature to her liking but overall, she could find herself living with him for the time being.

Out of the corner of her eye she watches him as he searches for the turnip, his hands hesitating over the assortment of vegetables. Hiding a small smile from him, she turns away from him before he snatches a carrot and starts slicing it. As their conversation stays on safe and level ground for the moment, she's glad to hear he hasn't had a roommate either. It would make this transitioning thing a bit easier for both of them, as neither of them had expectations of each other. They work in silence for a moment as she swings the pot, narrowly missing Arlo as she places it on the stove and cranks the heat up. It isn't long before the aromas start floating about the air, and a bit of softness touches her features as some familiarity finally begins to settle over her.

She could do this. She could live in a city without knowing anyone, find a job and finish school. There were only a few hiccups in the process, but she was certain she could make it work.

Finally, she recounts the few meetings she had in the short time she had lived here without looking at Arlo, instead her focus is entirely on the stew as she takes a moment to stir it. What she wasn't expecting was her roommate to respond so cautiously to her. Pausing, she looks over her shoulder at him, her brow arching and the stirring coming to a halt. "I appreciate your... concern Arlo, but I have lived in cities before. I understand the dangers that are associated with living in such a dense area. I always have my pepper spray with me," she responds a very faint smile tugging on her lips, hoping it would reassure him before she turns back to her pot of stew.

She watches the simmering food for a moment before she turns on a heel and waltzes towards the cutting board, scooping up the rest of the veggies and depositing it into the pot. Humming to herself tunelessly, she stops as a rather serious note enters Arlo's voice. Turning to look at him full on, she crosses her arms and furrows her brows at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asks bluntly, before the beginnings of an idea start to form in her mind. "Oh my god, are you gay? I'm so sorry if I offended you!" she exclaims horrified. Racking her brain over the last hour of their conversation she tries to draw up any offending remarks she may have made.

Uncrossing her arms, her delicate hands reach to her face, clasping her cheeks to hide the redness, looking at the ground she has a sudden desire to bolt from the kitchen and hide herself in a bedroom and never come out. She could hear Arlo speaking to her, yet his words weren't registering, she was entirely too wrapped up in her own mind to be considering anyone else but herself. It was the mention of 'blood' that snaps her out of her own conscious, all his words finally rushing into her at once.

Staring blankly at him for a moment, she churns his words over once, twice in her mind before she lets out a roaring laughter. Bending over she clutches her gut as she continues to laugh, perhaps a bit of hysteria tinged in the amusement but laughter nonetheless. It takes her several moments to catch her breath as she lowers herself to the ground in a crouched manner, still clutching at her sides. Miya wipes at her eyes as she looks up at him, a grin stretched across her face, "It would... be my luck...," she has to pause again as she continues to chuckle through her statement, "that I got stuck with... the only crazy person in Sacrosanct," finally catching her breath enough to stand, she does so and faces the man before her, using the heels of her hands to wipe at her eyes again.

"Look Arlo, I get you want to make a good impression since we will be living with each other for who knows how long, but you don't need to make up absurd stories. I mean, I like a good tale every once in a while but just because I've encountered some strange people here doesn't make them vampires or whatever else you might think is here. Look at you, you're definitely not a vampire, you're just a normal guy! If this is like some weird thing you're into, I won't interfere and step on your toes. I get it, we all have our quirks." Amusement dances in her eyes as she gives the man before her a small shrug.

Miyako Aiken