I felt that nearly dubious look make its way to my features as Kat insisted that, maybe, an allblack wardrobe would have looked better. Even at the risk of making her stand out all the more. Was it impossible to get neutral clothes on a budget? I can't even believe I'm thinking of the word budget. It feels like something of a crime to even suggest. All that money was sitting in my bank account and we couldn't touch it. Well. At least not if we didn't want this Viktor fellow finding out where we were. Why did this all have to be so....complicated? Still, I supposed, all black might have actually been less vibrant then the current shirt Kat held. I stood by what I said, she'd look hot itany colour and yet that didn't mean I wanted to see her wear every colour. All at once. Combined into a single demonic t-shirt. At least Kat thought it was funny. A felt a simper tug at my lips all the same, whatever words I'd been about to utter caught within hy throat as Kat strode back into the bathroom to hold a bottle of hair dye up to her face as if attempting to compare the colour on the model on the box to her own skin tone. Was it really....necessary? I mean, I suppose, realistically, Viktor did know what Kat looked like. He would have sent his men to look for someone fitting her description. Hell, he probably had a photo of us both and yet picturing Kat as a blonde wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind for tonight.

My head tilted to the side a little in an effort to better picture that shade. It wasn't exactly a secret that I loved her natural look. I always had. Hell, it was that natural look jogging past me in the park that day that had made me notice her almost instantly. It seemed almost...tragic to want to hide it beneath layers of blonde and yet, I suppose, it wouldn't be forever. Kat sighed at my query on its overall necessity before she stepped back from the mirror, leaving that box on the counter and wandering back toward me. That hair dye, she insisted, would help us get lost in a crowd and keep Viktor from finding us too quickly and yet she seemed convinced he would eventually find us all the same. That, she said, would be what we needed to be ready for. My own hand lifted to run through my hair in contemplation.

"What exactly are we going to do when he does find us again?"

Fighting him off had proved, well, only mildly above what I'd call disastrous even if we both had managed to survive. Besides, we both knew my fighting skills weren't about to save anyone. My self defense is nearly non-existent. My affinity for cards helps but even then. I can only use them as a distraction or small ninja stars for so long. Besides, it still hardly changes the fact anyone with a gift for fire can melt ninety percent of them. I only have four of the steel ones. Still, her insistence on dying her hair prompted another thought within the back of my mind. One I couldn't exactly prevent considering as I queried whether or not she intended to dye....the carpet and the drapes. So to speak. My gaze drifted downward as I nodded subtly towards her lower regions. Only for her laughter to suddenly erupt into the air. My own eyes rolled good naturedly as she insisted that was hardly necessary unless she was required to be naked for any reason.

"You could dazzle them with your body but....I think I'd like it more if just you and I saw it."

A warm simper found my lips as a near soft chuckle rose in my throat all the same. Kat naked, I think, was something I'd rather keep entirely to myself. I'm inclined to be just that selfish. Tonight's dinner, however, was something I was more than willing to share. With literally anyone who would offer to take it. Kat put the entire thing in the microwave before pulling it out to offer it to me. The plastic peel back on the top was near enough by itself to turn me off. I hardly know how to cook, I'll be the first to admit that, and yet, well, that's why I hired people to cook for me- or got take out. That didn't go in a microwave. Or have a plastic lid. Or like look at whatever excuse for food I was being offered now. Kat stuck her fork into something white and mashy looking that I can only presume is a very bold attempt to be mashed potatoes. She held the fork toward my lips then. My blue gold gaze shifted from the potatoes to Kat and back again. She couldn't be serious. I let the tip of my tongue slide between my lips, daring to touch the 'potato'. Alright, maybe I didn't touch it enough to even get a taste but touching it was a big deal. I felt a grimace find its way to my features before I lent forward to bite down on that offered food. The things we do for love.

It wasn't....the worst thing i've ever eaten and yet it was distinctly far away from the best. The texture was....unique. The taste was....bold. I managed to swallow that bite before glancing toward Kat almost sheepishly.

"How much of this do i have to eat before you're happy that i've eaten dinner?How many bites is the minimum I need here?"




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