Karys had gone shopping with Cyu, helping her in buying an outfit she'd need to stay warm in the unforgiving frost of Ziost. The entire time he had felt his pulse rising, not because he was excited to return to his home after years but the opposite. Karys dreaded stepping foot on Ziost but he knew that this was something he owed Cyutadakyr. He knew by their people's own traditions, if a debt was unpaid for too long the debtor could demand compensation in service. Cyutadakyr could demand years of servitude from him, she could enslave him if she chose. Karys was no-one's slave, not anymore.
While Cyu shopped, Karys did his best to hide the anxiety and fear of returning home. Instead, he'd simply smile, compliment the outfits she selected, and hold her purse while she looked. It would take some time but eventually they would check out, Karys would pay and the pair would head to his ship. Once there, Karys would move inside and begin arranging his living quarters for Cyu.
She would find the interior of the ship to immaculately clean and organized. Everything had it's place and it stayed there. By far the largest area in the ship was the kitchen and dining area, it had clearly been extended by design. This was Karys' place of relaxation, this was his home and he was allowing her into it for this trip. Eventually Karys would emerge from his room having changed clothes. Instead of wearing his dress clothes, he wore relaxation clothes. Bare footed, a pair of grey sweatpants, and a beige shirt that read "I Fvcked Zygerria" in ur-Kittat. In his hands he carried sheets, his pillow, and the warm outfit he'd wear the next day.
"After I cook us dinner, you can retire to my room if you choose Cyu." He instructed as he passed by her. "Welcome to my home."
With that Karys would place make his couch up with the sheets, lay his pillow down, and set his set of clothes out on a coffee table nearby. Once his "bed" was ready, he'd return to the kitchen, open up a cabinet that housed a revolving closet filled with color-coded and alphabetized apron. Karys would run his fingers over each of the aprons before picking out a navy blue one and putting it on. Then, without turning to face Cyu he would pull out a "salad" of assorted pickled fruits and vegetables. It was a common appetizer for their people, regardless of where they lived, it was likely a tradition they all shared. Once both bowls were filled, Karys would reach back into his refrigerator and produce an opened bottle of Korribanni Bloodwine and two long stemmed wine glasses. He would then carry everything to the table to serve his guest before returning to the kitchen to begin cooking their meal. Cyu would be able to finally to read his apron.
Wait til you taste my secret sauce.
As Karys worked, there was a small contented smile that rested on his face. It was easy to see that this is what he enjoyed. This was but one of his true passions. This brought him joy.
While Cyu shopped, Karys did his best to hide the anxiety and fear of returning home. Instead, he'd simply smile, compliment the outfits she selected, and hold her purse while she looked. It would take some time but eventually they would check out, Karys would pay and the pair would head to his ship. Once there, Karys would move inside and begin arranging his living quarters for Cyu.
She would find the interior of the ship to immaculately clean and organized. Everything had it's place and it stayed there. By far the largest area in the ship was the kitchen and dining area, it had clearly been extended by design. This was Karys' place of relaxation, this was his home and he was allowing her into it for this trip. Eventually Karys would emerge from his room having changed clothes. Instead of wearing his dress clothes, he wore relaxation clothes. Bare footed, a pair of grey sweatpants, and a beige shirt that read "I Fvcked Zygerria" in ur-Kittat. In his hands he carried sheets, his pillow, and the warm outfit he'd wear the next day.
"After I cook us dinner, you can retire to my room if you choose Cyu." He instructed as he passed by her. "Welcome to my home."
With that Karys would place make his couch up with the sheets, lay his pillow down, and set his set of clothes out on a coffee table nearby. Once his "bed" was ready, he'd return to the kitchen, open up a cabinet that housed a revolving closet filled with color-coded and alphabetized apron. Karys would run his fingers over each of the aprons before picking out a navy blue one and putting it on. Then, without turning to face Cyu he would pull out a "salad" of assorted pickled fruits and vegetables. It was a common appetizer for their people, regardless of where they lived, it was likely a tradition they all shared. Once both bowls were filled, Karys would reach back into his refrigerator and produce an opened bottle of Korribanni Bloodwine and two long stemmed wine glasses. He would then carry everything to the table to serve his guest before returning to the kitchen to begin cooking their meal. Cyu would be able to finally to read his apron.
Wait til you taste my secret sauce.
As Karys worked, there was a small contented smile that rested on his face. It was easy to see that this is what he enjoyed. This was but one of his true passions. This brought him joy.
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