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Post by ai on Oct 11, 2015 10:23:43 GMT
A soft smile quickly filled Ai's face as Natasha lend her sweater to her. She was speechless and too happy that she didn't really know how to express her gratitude. THANKS! ... Yelled Ai out at Natasha and quickly hugged her for a few seconds. The girl who was dying out in cold had now wrapped Natasha's sweater around her waist letting most of it cover her legs and protect her from the cold; more than anyone have ever done for Ai in her life as a caring gesture and probably the beginning of a new friendship.
I'm feeling a bit better now, sorry to have worried you Natasha... I... I was just really excited for my first mission that I forgot the basics as of properly taking care of myself.. I promise you it will not happen again! ... And with those last words, Ai stopped hugging Natasha, getting now ready to get back to work.
Let me just make this easier for both of us... Ai started to giggle happily as she carefully opened the containers in front of her, these first ones containing toilet papers and towels.
Alright... First open your arms, I'll give you a few towels for you to carry back to the shelves and I'll take care of the toilet paper bags... This could take us 2 runs but if you follow my step then we could make it easy! ...
Ai's words were now filled with confidence and trust for Natasha and it was all thanks to her. Ai knew she'd have to pay her back some time but there was plenty of time to think about that after the job was done. Finally, after carefully placing enough towels on Natasha's arms to carry and picking up as most toilet paper bags as she could carry, both of them could now part back to the shelves.
Umumum...haaah!... Let's go Natasha! please stay close to me so you can hear me, next to me or behind me however you prefer!
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Post by Natasha on Oct 11, 2015 14:25:20 GMT
The sudden shout would earn an awkward jolt from Natasha, not quite expecting quite such an energetic reaction from her act of kindness – err, wait a moment, maybe Ai had deliberately aimed to get this response from her! But, while the blonde just floundered about in her mind for a moment; she was met with a sudden hug… this certainly wasn’t unwelcome! The little magi really was like a lost puppy, it seemed… a dim memory came to her mind; but quickly submerged again. Thinking like that was just asking for misery. The lady couldn’t help but chew her lip about the thought, but soon perked up again.
”It’s perfectly alright, Ai; just try not to be so reckless when you’re on a serious mission. I’d rather not see you get hurt…” chided Natasha upon considering her partner’s apology, frowning slightly – although internally she was entertaining herself with the thought of having to take care of an injured Ai… hoho, another romantic cliché checkbox, wasn’t it? But best not to mention it… the girl might just keep it in mind. ”I won’t forget you promised me this, Ai… you should expect trouble if you disappoint me~”
Leaving her threat with a dissonant smile, Natasha extended her arms in expectation of her work – and was promptly rewarded, taking the boxes with relative ease. She certainly wasn’t in shape, but her build wasn’t exactly weak… her height came with some advantages. Giving but a huff of strain with the stack of towels, Natasha followed as asked; albeit staying behind Ai for the sake of keeping tabs on their path. At least she didn’t have to worry about trying to look around the stack of towels in front of her. ”So, Miss Ai… Servants are based on heroes and historical figures, or so I’ve heard… is there anyone you would like to meet as a Servant? I’m far from well-versed in history and so-forth, so I’m afraid I can’t return the favour much…”
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Post by ai on Oct 11, 2015 17:30:51 GMT
Walking with Natasha was actually pleasant, even if she was walking behind Ai the mere feeling of having company was priceless for her. They had been walking for some minutes and probably about half-way to the shelves where they were headed. Natasha seemed to have dropped her clumsiness and got back to work after Ai said so... or that she wanted to believe.
I don't really know much about history to tell but there is actually one I do admire a lot and she's probably the one I want to meet the most... Ai stopped in thought for a moment and the continued walking ... Her name is Jeanne, Jeanne D'arc! or the Maid of Orleans, she's known by those names... Ai was really not the best at pronouncing names or words in other language aside from Japanese or English so she tried to speed up the pace to cover up her embarrassment.
S-she's so awesome and I'd love to meet her face to face... I also wonder what kind of person she was.. as in her personality.. books can say 1 thing but you can never know until you meet them in person, right?
Ai was enjoying the conversation a lot, maybe way too much. How come a stranger like Natasha was able to break through Ai's defenses so quickly? Well.. It's not like it matters that much.. She's very pretty and nice so it's fine!.. And just like that Ai continued walking with soft smile on her face, being glad Natasha wasn't able to witness it.
And before they've realized, they had already arrived their destination...We're here now!, let's fill the shelves with what we have right now and come back for the rest!... Luckily for them with maybe another 2 runs their job would be finished unless something gets in the way delaying them again.
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Post by Natasha on Oct 12, 2015 2:34:19 GMT
Carefully focussed on the sound of Ai’s footsteps, Natasha didn’t seem to have any trouble keeping up – although it was certainly taking more concentration than she’d like to let on, given she couldn’t use her cane at the moment. This job had ended up a lot more enjoyable than she’d been expecting… well, to be honest, she’d been expecting to just get dumped by whoever she was working with and have to do it all on her own. Everyone seemed to have more important things. Which was probably true, given the whole end of the world thing, but…
”John Dark? She’s, uh… Italian, isn’t she? I think I’ve heard of her.” mused the blonde in return, seeming thoughtful – it was interesting to hear Ai gush a bit about the Servant; it seemed like everyone else just sort of took them as a given. Not that Natasha could talk about that… she had no idea how to treat the Servants to begin with. ”Well, if you want to summon her… what class do you think she’d be?” asked the lady, frowning slightly - that bit was important to summoning, wasn’t it?
As Ai directed her, Natasha promptly stacked the shelves – compared to the boxes, they were much easier to deal with; as she could just rely on her sense of touch to get the full picture. ”You seem like a bit of a natural leader, Ai~” remarked the lady teasingly, amused by the other girl’s endless enthusiasm despite her nervousness… she really was like a puppy. ”I think you’ll do very well on one of the proper missions with your attitude. Though, I’m not entirely sure how many Servants are fine with being bossed around, eheheh…”
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Post by ai on Oct 12, 2015 3:20:11 GMT
As they were reaching the shelves, Ai got suddenly embarrassed for her poor French pronunciation, just a few words were able to escape her mouth before shutting herself up ... N-not Italian, She's French! ... Nothing else could be said there as Ai tried her best to change the topic but before she realized, they had already arrived to the starting point.
A natural leader? me? ... No way... Although she denied the compliment, the blush on Ai's face and her voice gave away how happy she was to hear those words... I'm not bossy at all! I just.. j.. never mind... Ai didn't really feel like making a fuss over something silly, she somehow realized that Natasha was just playing around and for once, she actually wanted to turn it back at her.
After having finished unloading the first cargo of supplies they had to return and bring back the rest. Ai's not a person of bad intentions but Natasha being blind was not something she could really help, in fact, it was actually good for her if she wanted to take advantage of her new friend; by quickly grabbing Natasha's hand as they had finished, she pulled her with her back to where the containers were. Ai didn't really have any plans for "revenge" or anything of the sort regarding Natasha but having a little bit of fun after work wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
Natasha... After we finish this mission I want to treat you with something special in my room... Some people might think the way Ai said these words would be a confession, or rather something else but it was nothing of the sort, Ai's too pure to think of such things and all she wanted was to show her gratitude to the woman who took care of her for a short time.
So... What do you say? Would you like to come over after we're done?
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Post by Natasha on Oct 12, 2015 5:09:02 GMT
Natasha gave a bemused giggle upon hearing Ai hurriedly correct her assumption as to the hero’s origins; amused that she really was so defensive. She must really admire the figure… hum, it made her a tiny bit jealous. What was it like to have a role model like that? Did she play with wooden swords in her spare time or the like? Did she try and learn French? The thoughts whistled around her head for a while, but she had to quickly move on as Ai reacted to her teasing. Suffice to say, her plotting had already worked its magic…
Ai’s bashful reaction was exactly what the blonde had been hoping for, as her sunny smile became more of a sunny smirk for but a moment before she regained her composure. ”I’m just happy to be working with someone so willing to take charge; it makes life a lot easier.” said Natasha chipperly, trying to put up an innocent act, but not being all that convincing – her voice was on point, but her expression utterly undermined her effort… she didn’t exactly have the right experience for making the right look, after all. ”My, my; I guess Ai is a tough girl after all. Was that why you didn’t wear proper Winter clothing? You don’t need to try and impress anyone like that, you know.”
However, the lady’s efforts were promptly interrupted by her hand being wrenched along once again; managing to drag a surprised expression out of Natasha for a moment. While she’d certainly had people hold her hand to guide her places before, no one tended to be quite this blunt about it! It made her feel a bit flustered, honestly… b-but, no, she was in command here! Humph! Still, for now she just let Ai drag her along, back to the warehouse… or at least she assumed as much, given the familiar-sounding route.
Upon coming to a stop, though; Ai’s little suggestion seemed to make the magus perk up noticeably. Being treated by a new friend? And ‘something special’, too? Dear dear, she wasn’t sure how to handle this sort of reception. Err, was this some sort of risqué slang she hadn’t heard of before? But, it would be rude to just reject her outright, so… the thought of being pampered took precedence over Natasha’s dignity. ”Certainly! I’d love to come along. If that’s alright with you, of course.” squeaked the lady, trying her utmost to retain her composure but failing admirably. ”Do you want me to bring anything, though…? I could slip back to my room for tea or the like, but I might take a little while…”
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Post by ai on Oct 12, 2015 6:17:00 GMT
I..Impr---What?! Y-you're wrong! I was not trying to impress you or anything!!! Ai flustered shouted out at Natasha, embarrassed of being discovered and unable to properly counter her words. You got it all wrong! I was just being careless.. And so then she mumbled to herself .. Dummy..
There was no more time to waste and Ai recovered herself a little bit just to realized they had already arrived again to where the containers were located. By taking the lead again, Ai simply helped Natasha with half of the remaining supply boxes as she carried the other half.
Being with Natasha was certainly not bothersome to Ai, it was actually very pleasant and she'd enjoy to share more time with her. Having her accepting the invitation was simply amazing as a burst of happiness was exploding inside Ai's heart... We could go together to your place first and bring drinks if you please, then go back to my place and rest there... How do you like that idea? ... Said Ai with a brigh smile and happy voice to Natasha as both girls had already started to walk back to the shelves with the last cargo.
Maybe we could also plan a sleep over or something? share some magus stuffs and talk about anything?... I MEAN ... she coughed trying to hide her sudden happiness burst ... I mean... If you're okay with it and if you're okay with me... And right after her proposal, Ai was already too embarrassed to say another word, she simply focused on walking expecting for the worst outcome of her response.
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Post by Natasha on Oct 12, 2015 7:13:33 GMT
Honestly, at this point, Natasha was just impressed – how much was Ai going to let her get away with? She was falling for every piece of bait so far! Erk, maybe she shouldn’t play with her so much, or she might get really upset… hum, it was almost heartbreaking to miss such good opportunities, though. O-Oof, that childish little insult…! Natasha wasn’t sure why, but that sudden switch between flustered frustration and awkward sulking almost took her breath away! ”I see, I see… so humble, too; tsk tsk.” remarked the lady quietly, trying to restrain herself a little… but still letting the words slip out anyway.
But alas, they had a job to do… for now, anyway; and so Natasha tried to lay off her teasing just a touch; especially as Ai seemed particularly hyper after her invitation had been accepted. The younger girl was clearly trying to restrain it a little, but her voice definitely gave it away. ”Mm hm, certainly; I’ll do my best not to waste much of your time before we head to your room. If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, Miss?” asked the lady, her intentions probably not too subtle given the subject at hand... tea was as tempting as ever, but it didn’t really seem fitting to the mood of the situation.
The added suggestion of a sleepover just made her thought seem even more fitting; although Ai’s seemingly childish approach to the thought made Natasha chuckle. ”Well, while I did have some plans for tonight… I don’t see why I can’t postpone things. I don’t often get asked for a ‘sleep-over’ of all things amongst all these stuffy researchers.” mused the Russian, smiling with amusement over the whole suggestion – it seemed a bit crazy for it to be raised by someone who was practically still a stranger, but it was rare that she got to have such fun. ”Very well, you’ve got my attention for tonight. You’ll have to give me a bit more time to collect my things, though. Surely you’ll be a gentleman and help me carry my pillow and such, dear?”
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Post by ai on Oct 12, 2015 7:27:07 GMT
The way back to shelves this time felt warmer than before. Although Ai was expecting a negative answer from Natasha or actually having her stop her right away, she kept getting all the opposite from her. Maybe she was doing things right for the first time as of making friends? Whatever the correct assumption was, it didn't matter to Ai at all.
Fuaaah, that should be the last one! ... and after filling the last shelve with the last package, they both had finished the mission they were tasked with.
My age? Well, I'm 19 years old so you could say I'm an adult now! hehe.. Don't you be treating me like a child okay? I'll notice right away ... Or perhaps she was actually ignoring the fact that she's been treated like that all along.
Yes, of course I'll help you out!, it's not a problem for me at all! ... Ai, untying the sweater that was borrowed to her and handling back to Natasha with a smile on her face was already very happy of having accomplished her first mission and making a new friend. In any case, holding Natasha's hand again she proceeded to close the supply warehouse and head back to the living quarters with her. My first mission completed and a new friend gained... I can't wait to see what else will I find out in this place!
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