Mature: Forbidden (Midorikawa and Eira)

[Midorikawa]

The male stood there, golden eagle eyes locked on the analog clock, ticking sounding in his ears as the seconds hand moved around with each passing second. How long had he'd been waiting? Why was it so hard to decide if he could take a child with him or not. Honestly it should have been a simple decision. Granted his history was normally not a good one, however he left that part of the history out of the application. No reason to even tell them his true age. He barely knew anymore himself.

With a sigh he stood from the chair he was occupying, walking to the counter. He peered over it looking for some help, sand colored hair escaping from its bindings in the back. The tied back hair staying on his white long sleeved covered back. With another sigh he leaned back on his black boot heels, and turned walking away from the counter, seeing no one. The only sounds being the knee length boots against the white linoleum, and his black pants tucked into them, clashing against each other as he sat back in the uncomfortable plastic chair. This really was taking too long. He hadn't asked for specific age or gender, just someone he could take under his wings.


@Eira;

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

That morning had been the same for young Abigail Harris. Her foster parents unlocked the closet door, so she could get ready for school. They gave her leftover bread crumbs for her breakfast and a spoon of water. She was stuck wearing an old navy blue t-shirt and ripped jeans, due to aging. Her face was quite pale, and her eyes seemed lifeless as the dark circles under them appeared quite large. She grabbed her old black backpack, that she had kept with her since she was around twelve, and put it on her shoulders, fresh with old notebooks and worn down pencils. As she went to open the door, she was greeted by police officers and social workers.

"Abigail Harris," she social worker spoke to the young, emaciated teenager, "We would like you to come with us, please." The teen didn't say another word as she began to follow the social workers. All the while, the police stormed into the home she as she heard yelling and screaming from other children. She didn't quite understand what was going on, but all she knew is that they were taking her away from that hellhole.

"May I ask where you are taking me?" Abby asked the social workers. One of the social workers turned back to her, giving her a soft smile.

"We're going to take you to the agency," the social worker spoke, "Then, you'll get to meet your new father. Of course, this is after we get your medicine ready for your asthma, and such."

"Okay," Abby replied simply as she followed them towards the agency. The sixteen year old had mixed emotions about all of this. She was glad to be getting away from that home, but worry plagued her mind. What if she was put into a worse home? What if she had to be locked in a closet again? Go days without eating? Forced to drink dirty water? She really didn't want to go through this again. Every foster home she was in seemed to have its own problems. She just wanted a steady life for a change.

 

[Midorikawa]

The man stood up fast enough to knock his chair over. They had finally come back and with them was a girl who looked absolutely horrible. He scowled as he saw her appearance. What had happened to her? Leave it to the foster care system to result in something like this.

"Scholar Aqil!" a woman called who had come in with the others.

The man, now known as Scholar rolled his eyes. Idiots he was the only one there, pointless to even call his name. He walked over as they handed him the file on the girl and a bag with her belongings. He scowled at it all. She was sixteen but to him barely looked it with the condition she was in, plus she had asthma amongst other conditions.

The workers then left the two, the two then the only one's standing there. "Let's go," he told her a little too harshly. He didn't attend to but just the sight of her condition and the information in her files upset him making it difficult to contain anger at the whole of the situation.

He lead her out of the building and to the bus stop. Those idiots probably thought she was going to die soon, though they didn't know him well enough. School had started elsewhere already, however the school she would be attending had yet to officially start which would give him some time to nurse her. It also had a friend working there.

Once the bus arrived he boarded it paying for both of them. The ride was long and silent. Well silent for them. It was loud from the crowd however. When they finally stopped at their stop he lead her on another walk, probably a little too long for her, but there was no choice. He opened the door leading her into the living room, which was well plain with just a couch, and through a door was a kitchen. He knew if you walked across the living room you would come to a hallway that was where the bathroom and bedroom doors were. It was a decent sized house though he did live alone so it tended to get lonely.

He lead her to one of the rooms, setting her lack of belongings down."Bathroom is across the hall. Towels are in its cabinet. Shower and come to the kitchen when you finish," he ordered, the harsh tone still in his voice. He really needed to calm down. He then left her to her own devices, off to get some food.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

When Abby met the man, she wanted to smile. However, it was clear he was angry. Maybe he suspected someone younger? maybe a boy instead of a girl? As soon as she heard him speak, she could only nod. Her stomach churned with nausea as she felt her nerves kick in.

"Yes sir..." she replied simply as she began to follow him. She wasn't quite sure what else to say since he didn't appear to be friendly at all. She followed him to the bus stop, and sat next to him. She could hear people behind her making comments.

"Eww! That girl needs to shower..." a voice spoke, "Does she not know how to be a clean, decent human being?"

"She looks like someone who needs to go to the homeless shelter..." another voice said behind Abby's back. The comments continued, but Abby put on her best face. She didn't want the world to know how bad those words hurt her. She fought the tears in her eyes as she simply rubbed her eye, appearing as if it was itching.

Soon, she was taken off the bus and made to walk for what seemed a good distance. She wasn't really phased since in her old home, she was made to walk to school and back, which was easily five miles both ways. Once she was led to the house, she walked in and noticed how nice it was. Even if it appeared plain to some, she thought it was quite lovely. Then, she was led to a room, where her bag was set down. The man began explaining where the bathroom was and such. He left immediately after, causing Abby to simply stand there. She shut her bedroom door and proceeded to open up her bag, and grab another t-shirt, a fresh pair of undergarments, and a pair of grey pants before taking off her shoes and dirty socks and walking to the bathroom.

Once she made it to the bathroom, she set the new pair of clothes on the sink and opened the cabinet, to find towels. She grabbed a couple of them, and placed them on the sink as well. She then locked the door and began undressing. While she was removing her clothing, she saw her reflection out of the corner of her eye. She then turned to see herself in the mirror, and was absolutely horrified at what she saw. Her ribs were showing, her hip bones were showing, she had a rather large thigh gap, her arms and legs were simply skin and bones. To make matters worse, she was dirty and had dirt on her body. Her face was especially horrific. A lot of dirt, dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks seemed sunken in slightly, having thin and dried out hair.

"I look like a monster..." she spoke to herself as she began sobbing, "No wonder no one wants me..." knowing that the man was gone, she continued to cry as she looked at all of her body. She had no idea how bad she had gotten. She hadn't seen herself in a mirror for what seemed like a few years. She didn't realize how skinny she had gotten, but she knew she had lost weight. She was wearing children's sizes in clothing instead of junior sizes. The clothes she had now were too loose on her and they were a size small. She saw herself as a walking skeleton, a zombie. She shook her head as she turned away from the mirror.

She walked into the shower and began to turn on the water and adjust it. She closed the curtain, and to her surprise, there was shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a razor to shave her legs. Water began running down the teenager's face, as she wet her hair and began washing it with the shampoo. However, she began crying again, but not out of sorrow. These tears were of joy. Getting to have a nice, warm shower, where she could get clean was something she really wanted. At her old home, she had a wash cloth, and a bowl with cold water and a bar of soap. She had usually five minutes to wash her body off, and had to use the same water to wet her hair. She wasn't allowed to dry her hair, and had to let it air dry. This caused her to get sick often. She had never been more grateful for a shower in her life.

After about thirty minutes had passed, Abby turned off the water, and opened the curtain before stepping out of the shower. As she dried herself off with a towel, she turned to the mirror and took another look at herself. With the dirt gone, her emaciated body was more apparent, but at least she didn't look like a homeless person. Her freckles were now visible, and you could see the color of her eyes better. A small smile appeared on her face, her dimples were still visible much to her surprise. Maybe her face wasn't as hideous as she thought. She finished drying off and put on the new clothes before wrapping her hair up into the towel, and opened the bathroom door. As a way of saying thank you, Abby got a new wash cloth and soaped it up with soap and began cleaning the shower, as to not leave any dirty finger prints or any sign of her being in that shower.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar hearing the shower shut off, and having finished preparing some salad and non-cooked fish for them to eat, decided to wait near the bathroom. He had managed to finally calm down which was never easy when his feathers were in a ruffle. He saw the bathroom door open, and peaking in, he frowned. He walked over to Abby, grabbing her hand, and gently taking the washcloth from it. "Stop," was all he said.

He stood quietly for a moment, observing her. She looked better but still was far from healthy. "You don't have to clean. Come let's go eat." He lead her into the kitchen, and to the table where he had set out the fish and salad. He made sure to show her how to peel the fish meat from the bones, and warned her not to accidentally eat any. When he was done with that he went into the fridge grabbing two bottles of water and giving her one.

"Tomorrow we'll go shopping for clothes and things for your room. Oh and I guess I forgot to state my name. I'm Scholar. The school you'll be attending doesn't for a little over a week, so you'll have plenty of time to settle in Abigail..." he explained to her gently, worried about how fragile the girl might be.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

Abby's stomach churned at the thought of shopping. She saw how skinny she was in the bathroom, and also worried that if she gained weight, she'd need new clothes constantly. She couldn't put that burden on someone. She also worried of how clothes would fit on her body as she gained weight, and what people would think of her when they saw her. People could be so cruel when they don't even know the whole truth. Back in her old home, people at her old school would call her cruel names and make fun of her. She was alone, and had no friends. The teachers even teased her from time to time. The nicknames 'starving whore', 'anorexic slut', and much more cruel things began churning into her head as she tried not to let her emotions show on the surface. She simply continued and eat and gave a simple nod.

When she finished eating, she then listened to the information Scholar had given her, absorbing it like a sponge. After listening to him, Abby instinctively raised her hand, and was going to say something. However, she realized she raised her hand up, and with embarrassment, lowered her hand. Her mind had delved too far into memories of school. She felt her stomach churn again, but she ignored it and tried to shove those awful memories into the back of her mind...or out of her ears. Whichever one got rid of the memories quicker. Her attention went back to Scholar, as she looked at him, making note that his eyes were extremely beautiful to her. Of course, it was more of admiration and the fact that she hadn't seen eyes like Scholar's before.

"I want to explain a few things, if that's okay, sir," Abby started as she looked at him, "I don't like fancy things. I never have. Even if I had the opportunity to experience nice, fancy things, I prefer simple things. I actually don't mind that my room is plain. I mean, maybe a pale pink bed sheets, and a dresser with a mirror, and I'd be content with that. I don't know much about technology since I've never gotten to use it. I enjoy things such as flowers, and nature, and I love to sing in private. I love the color white, because it makes me feel like things are simple, and calm and tranquil. Even though I've been forced to clean and do such tasks in my old home, I feel like I'm being respectful if I do clean and help around. I feel like it shows I'm not here to just take advantage. Maybe that's why people think I'm weird. I just prefer simple things instead of material things. I also can cook since I'm used to doing so all the time. I know, I'm a weird child... but then again, I'm sure you could see that by meeting me." she chuckled at the last part, trying to make light of what she said. She then got her plate and put the fish bones and such in the garbage before walking to the sink and setting the dish down. Then, she walked back to the table to finish drinking her water, and nervously awaited Scholar's response

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar sighed heavily and shook his head. This girl, what had she been through? "Don't worry about cleaning. I work from home most of the time, so I need something to do in my free time. You just worry about regaining your strength. When you finish eating you should rest up. We're going to have a tiring day tomorrow. A lot of shopping to do between finding you new clothes, and setting up your room. It's plain right now and needs your personal touch..." he said to her.

He watched her silently for a moment before speaking again. "I adopted you because I wanted a child to raise, even one in their teen years. Not someone to do housework or the likes. I have more money than I know what to do with so I can afford spoiling easily. Not saying I will, but I see no reason for you not to have good things. Respect is the only thing I truly ask for," he explained to her, offering a gentle smile. "Also please always be honest with me as well."

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

As Abby heard Scholar speak, she began to really listen to what he had to say. She had come to realize that she and him were a lot alike. Well, when it came to technology. Also, he said he felt old enough? He looked pretty young to her, so she wasn't sure why he would say such a thing. She hoped she wouldn't feel rude by asking. After he spoke, she was asked her favorite snack and drinks. Abby nervously chuckled.

"As for drink, I'll just say water for now," she replied, "But for food... give me a few weeks and I'll get back to you. Also, I'm really picky when it comes to stuff too. As you can see, my way of thinking is very different compared to most girls my age. I don't feel the need to be so exposed, doing bad things, and such. I prefer being modest and not exposing too much, and I just like simple things in general. That might make me a little too picky and too uptight to most people. Also, at least we both have something in common... not knowing much about technology. I don't want to be rude and ask for internet or cable, but if it isn't too much, can I have it? TV for watching the cooking channel and learning more about cooking, and the internet to listen to music and help with school projects if need be. Speaking of school, I actually hate school because I've always been bullied and picked on for my looks. So, I'm scared I won't make any friends. Also, is it too much to ask for my hair to be done? I need all of these dead ends cut off and something to make me look less...sickly. Oh, and there's something I want to ask... why did you say you feel old? You don't look old though. You look really young, to be honest." she looked around nervously as she tried to keep herself calm.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar shook his head at the girl, chuckling at her words and actions. "I guess it's my turn then to explain a few things. For starters, the whole point of taking you with me to shop for things for you is so you can pick what you like. I would never assume you like some kind of thing without first knowing one hundred percent that you like it. Also please stop calling me sir. I already feel old enough without it. Scholar is fine. I can't say I'm much one for technology either, but if there is anything you want technology wise then don't be afraid to ask."

He then paused for a moment, thinking about a thought before resuming speaking. "I don't have cable or internet, but I'll of course have it installed if you want. We also need to pick up a phone for you tomorrow, not to mention going up to the school," he scowled as he said school, making it apparent that he was not looking forward to that part of the trip. "As I said before the school you'll be attending doesn't start for a week but we still need to get you registered. It's also in easy walking distance." He thought of mentioning that he had a friend that worked at the school, but considering his friend he decided against it unless Abby was stuck in his class.

Finally unable to think of anything else that he needed to say at the moment, he rose and began washing the dishes, turning off the water as more thoughts came to mind. "I'm not going to force you to cook. That's something you do if you want to. And again cleaning, leave it to me. Tell me what is your favorite snack, and what do you like to drink?" he asked her, casually leaning against the counter.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

As Abby heard Scholar speak, she began to really listen to what he had to say. She had come to realize that she and him were a lot alike. Well, when it came to technology. Also, he said he felt old enough? He looked pretty young to her, so she wasn't sure why he would say such a thing. She hoped she wouldn't feel rude by asking. After he spoke, she was asked her favorite snack and drinks. Abby nervously chuckled.

"As for drink, I'll just say water for now," she replied, "But for food... give me a few weeks and I'll get back to you. Also, I'm really picky when it comes to stuff too. As you can see, my way of thinking is very different compared to most girls my age. I don't feel the need to be so exposed, doing bad things, and such. I prefer being modest and not exposing too much, and I just like simple things in general. That might make me a little too picky and too uptight to most people. Also, at least we both have something in common... not knowing much about technology. I don't want to be rude and ask for internet or cable, but if it isn't too much, can I have it? TV for watching the cooking channel and learning more about cooking, and the internet to listen to music and help with school projects if need be. Speaking of school, I actually hate school because I've always been bullied and picked on for my looks. So, I'm scared I won't make any friends. Also, is it too much to ask for my hair to be done? I need all of these dead ends cut off and something to make me look less...sickly. Oh, and there's something I want to ask... why did you say you feel old? You don't look old though. You look really young, to be honest." she looked around nervously as she tried to keep herself calm.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar intently listened as Abby spoke, taking in everything she said. When she talked about being exposed and doing bad things, a look of horror crossed his face at realizing he forgot to talk about that. Regardless he didn't say anything until she finished speaking. When she finally did he laughed at her asking about his age.

"Well for starters you wouldn't get an inch out of this house in anything exposing," he told her, a threatening overprotective smile on his face. "And I would expect you to not to even think about drugs or alcohol or anything of the like."

"Now then as I said before I have more money than I know what to do with so again cable and internet is fine. We can also get you a haircut as well...though no dying, it's unhealthy and just takes away from one's natural beauty. High lights are debatable. For school, I would say don't worry until it actually starts. Its a highly mixed school so the students are much more accepting. And as for my age well I'm centuries old," he told her, smiling at her reaction of shock.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

At this moment, Abby was scared for two reasons. The laugh Scholar made, and the threatening smile he made when he mentioned that she wouldn't get out of the house in anything exposing. Of course, she was glad that he agreed with her, but was the smile really necessary? However, her ears heard something that she wasn't expecting. Did Scholar just say that he was centuries old? How was that possible? He looked like a normal man in every way. When he finished speaking, Abby chose to reply again.

"Well, I'm glad you wouldn't let me wear anything exposing, but I wouldn't even wear it if you allowed it," Abby began speaking, "Though, I normally wouldn't want to dye my hair, but the only reason I asked is because I look so unhealthy now that I don't want to leave a bad impression on the students and teachers on my first day... that's what I'm worried about. However, if you say no, then it's just not happening. I also have some other questions I'd like to ask. I'll need to get more...um... panties and at least another bra, along with some socks... and... I'll need....feminine stuff eventually. Due to my small size, I have yet to have a period...so, um, I expect that I'll start getting it when I get back to a healthy weight. With my medicine,will I need to go to the doctor and get a check-up? Because I'm sure I will need some vaccinations too since my last parents failed to give me the ones I needed when I was twelve...but that's neither here nor there. I might need to get on some...birth control pills, at least until I can get my period regulated, and they can make you gain weight...maybe it will help me gain some weight faster? I'll try not to worry about school, but this is an entirely new environment for me and to be honest, I'm scared. Anyways, why did you say you were centuries old? Aren't you like in your twenties or something? Because you look like an normal man to me in every way..."

 

[Midorikawa]

Once again Scholar let Abby speak her mind. As she spoke it became painstakingly obvious that she was human, definitely one hundred percent human. With a sigh he once again began talking. "I already said you could get a hair cut, but considering some of the teachers and students at that school, lack of a hair cut would not make a bad impression. Obviously those were part of the shopping plan and as for birth control, we'll let the doctor decide that. I'm not going to put you on some medicine without his or her's consent. And also I'm a gryphon so I don't age like a human."

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

bby listened to Scholar. Why would a lack of a haircut not be bad impression on the teachers? Did he know something that she didn't? Maybe he had some friends or acquaintances that were teachers? Hell, she wasn't sure. She wasn't trying to be rude about the color thing, but she was merely saying. Also, when it came to her birth control, while it was true a doctor would decide if she needed it, how could she not? She hadn't had a period yet. Most people think people who don't have periods are usually pregnant. Well, from what she saw in school. Most girls freaked out when they didn't get it because they would think of pregnancy. However, the part of his reply that freaked her out most was the part of being a gryphon. This man really had to be shitting her. She knew that gryphons didn't exist. That was fairy tale and mythical stuff. A very unconvincing look appeared on the teenager's face.

"Why would teachers not have a bad impression on someone who has dead, stringy hair that trails down to her butt? Also, I didn't mean to come off as rude about the dying thing. I was just trying to say, but I figured it came off wrong. For that, I apologize. About the doctor matter, I just think when I haven't really had a period before, and I figure it's really odd and not normal to have yet to have one at sixteen. As for the bra and underclothes shopping... wouldn't that be awkward to you? Well, it will be awkward for me since I have never been shopping for them before...and it probably shows that I have never experienced shopping. I don't even see what girls like about it." Abby asked as she looked at the man in doubt, "Gryphon? Aren't those mystical creatures like Unicorns?" the teen now believed she was staying with a psych case. Everyone knew that mythical creatures didn't exist. That was stuff to fuel children's imaginations at night. This would be a long day, that was for sure. However, the teen's curiosity was killing her. She had to see this for herself. Her heart was racing as she looked the man in the eye. Something in her heart believed him, but her eyes had to see it.

"Is it possible to see you as a gryphon?" what if gryphons were real? Would other creatures be real? Like dragons, unicorns, chimera, and hydras? What about creatures like vampires and witches and warlocks? Do zombies even exist? So many questions ran through her mind as she continued to look at him, anticipating what Scholar would say next.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar stared at her mouth agape. Was she kidding him? What kind of places was she living in before. He dropped the hair subject. They were just going around in circles. The others were more important. He walked away from the sink and looked at the file given to him. It gave no indication of totally screwed up history lessons that cut out the whole world. So what the hell?

"Okay...um no I'm not embarrassed by that, and I know of plenty that don't get their periods till past sixteen...granted they aren't humans but well the concept isn't strange to me...and just what kind of hell hole did they have you living in!?" he asked, his voice unintentionally rising. "Seriously what the hell!? Don't repeat that but just what!? The whole world is full of mythical creatures. Has been for years now. Heck this city is one of the most diverse of them all, the school you go to has the largest mix in the city, actually the whole land, county whatever. How do you not know. This should be part of the curriculum, at any school."

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

Abby, at this point, unintentionally jerked back and flinch in fear and nervousness as she heard his voice rising. She felt like she had really done something wrong by replying to the gryphon part. Her heart kept racing, and her breathing became more shallow and rapid. While loud noises bothered her, it was more of how sudden it occurred. Mentally, she debated on whether or not to explain how bad her situation really was. Would Scholar try to understand if she explained how it really was? Would it cause more problems if she did? At this rate, her biggest fear would be angering him.

"I'm s-sorry..." Abby replied with a trembling voice, "I really had no idea...but when I was at school, I honestly never heard of mythical creatures...and when I wasn't at school, I was locked in a closet. I wasn't allowed to read books outside of school, watch TV, or have a normal life. Anything I learned was in school books or by hearing other people talk. I never knew other creatures existed...I mean, if I had known, I would've wanted to know more, but that wasn't the case... staying locked in a closet, being only fed crumbs and small amounts of water in the morning...well, aside from lunch at school. Anytime I was allowed out and it wasn't for social worker visits or school, it was simply to clean. I'm pretty much human scum who never had any friends because of how I looked. Well, the emaciated and dirty part." she let out a sigh as she looked down at her feet.

"So I don't know what it's like to be what most people consider normal. Honestly, I don't think I ever will. I'm too far messed up." talking about her life before that day seemed to overwhelm her mentally and emotionally as she tried to hide the tears burning in her eyes. Only then, she realized how bad she really was. Normally thinking about it, she never thought it to be that bad. She knew she lived in a hellhole, but only realized how bad it was when she brought up as much as she did. The tears were beginning to sting as she continued to fight them. She couldn't allow herself to cry. It meant she was weak if she cried. That's what she was always told. She had to keep telling herself that as a way to keep herself from breaking down.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar merely listened and stared at the girl. He fought to remain calm. It was obvious that she was treated poorly and it was proven true by her story. Thank goodness for school's feeding children otherwise she would probably not be alive. He sat silently for a few moments, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes he finally spoke up again.

"Yes we are very real. I don't know how the school got away with not teaching about us, but I assume it was most likely that it was all humans. Some despite the years its been, still try to deny we exist. Some wish to eradicate us. Granted some creatures wish to eradicate humans but they are few and quickly crushed. In the end this school will give you proper history. Just never assume anything about a species. That might get you killed. Now rest up. We have a long day tomorrow," he ended the conversation, returning to the dishes.

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The next day

Come morning Scholar had laid out a breakfast of bagels, and juices, and milks. He had chocolate, strawberry, and white milk. He also had orange, apple, and grape juice. Of course water was present as well. On the table also sat butter, and locks. Likewise was Philadelphia cream cheese in regular, onion and chive, garden vegetable, strawberry, blueberry, spicy jalapeno, sundried tomato and basil, chipotle, spinach and artichoke, pumpkin spice, brown sugar and cinnamon, mixed berry, honey nut, cream swirls, and lastly salmon cream cheese. For bagels there was plain, onion, everything, wheat, blueberry, cinnamon raisin, chocolate chip, marble, sourdough, rye, poppy pumpernickel, garlic, and sesame flavored bagels. There was even bialys.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

Abby had been awake for a little while, but she kept her eyes closed. She wasn't quite sure that yesterday had actually happened. The day prior, she had been taken away from her prior home and placed into a home with a gryphon named Scholar. Yes, it was quite hard for her to believe as well. However, as time passed and she realized that she wasn't being summoned to clean like in her old home, she realized that the events from yesterday were real, and not just a figment of her imagination. Her eyes opened as she sat up in bed and stretched. Mentally, she kicked herself when she realized she had fallen asleep in her good clothes, a.k.a. the ones she planned on wearing out in town today for shopping and for when she registered at her new school later on in the day. She walked over to her backpack, and pulled out a small, black hair elastic as she pulled it into a low ponytail. With a sigh, she proceeded to leave her room and walk into the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, Abby was caught off-guard by everything on the table.

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed as her eyes widened in shock, "That's a lot of food... do I really have to eat all of this or is there going to be visitors? Why is there so much food on the table?" her mind just kept going over all the items on the table. There was one she wasn't quite sure what it was, that being the bialys, but the rest she was familiar with. She saw different flavored milks, and many types of toppings to go with the bagels. Which one would she need to try first? The salmon and cream cheese would go nicely on a bagel, but the blueberry seemed tempting as well. She did love blueberries. There was also brown sugar and cinnamon, mixed berry, sundried tomato and basil, and so forth. For now, she just wanted to eat the food that was taunting her.

"So, um, am I allowed to start eating? It's just... there's so much stuff I would like to try, but I don't want to waste food. There are people who starve out in other places...and in situations like mine and I wouldn't feel right just eating a few bites and throwing this food away..." there, her mind traveled back to the year prior, when she had just become a freshman at her old high school. She remembered devouring all of her lunch, and still would be hungry. She couldn't quite understand why other teenagers didn't eat everything they had gotten to eat, or why they would throw it in the trash without even taking a bite. Her mind returned to reality as she realized that she had been staring at the table for what seemed like a few seconds too long. She had been staring at the options of drinks. Of course, she immediately knew what she wanted to drink when she saw the options. Even if she was sixteen, who couldn't resist chocolate milk? Everyone loved chocolate milk, right? She eyed the juice for a moment before averting her gaze elsewhere. Juices always seemed to burn her throat and esophagus up, causing massive heartburn. For now, she'd probably stay away from them.

 

[Midorikawa]

Scholar chuckled at the girl, but the sound was slightly off, having a bird like quality to it. "No you don't have to eat it all. I wasn't sure what you liked so I bought a few different flavors. And don't worry. We can save the rest for tomorrow, and whatever you don't finish that you have bitten, we'll feed to some birds. Now eat up. We have a busy day ahead of us. Toaster is on the counter," he explained to her.

Scholar had no need to eat at that moment, due to having eaten earlier that morning. Currently he was nervous about shopping. Abby had reminded him the previous day just how young he truly looked. A young man walking around with a teenager never looked good. What would people think? Creatures wouldn't care, but the humans. Scholar had a high ranking job, thus it could cost him if rumors came along.

Maybe he should have requested a young child or boy. However as he looked at Abby, and knew he was giving her a good home, he felt content with receiving her. Rumors meant nothing. Sure he could lose his job, but he didn't truly need the money, and taking care of Abby was first priority.

 

[Alolan Ninetales]

Abby nodded as she began grabbing three regular bagels before ripping them into halves. Once she got her six halves spread out on her plate, she began spreading the desired spreads onto each bagel. The first bagel half was spread with salmon and cream cheese, the second was the blueberry spread, third was sun-dried tomatoes and basil, fourth piece was going to be topped with the brown sugar and cinnamon spread, fifth was mixed berry spread, and the last piece was garnished with the chipotle spread. She knew it was a lot to eat, but she really wanted to try these flavors out the most. She also walked over and poured herself a glass of chocolate milk before walking back to her dish and grabbing the bagel piece that had the salmon and cream cheese spread on top. With much anticipation, she took a bite. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock as she rapidly devoured the bagel half.

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed in utter amazement, "Can we keep that spread forever? That's utterly amazing...I think I could eat that for a week straight...why did I miss out on this? How did I not know this existed?! I can only imagine what the rest taste like..." with that being said, the teenager began trying the rest of the pieces she had on her plate. Like the salmon and cream cheese bagel, Abby made similar comments to the others with the exception of the chipotle. The chipotle was something wanted to like, but it just wasn't something she could enjoy for breakfast. Maybe that flavor in a dinner, but not for a breakfast spread. While she tried each bagel 'bite', she would take gulps of her chocolate milk. After she put down the half of the bagel with chipotle spread, she finished her chocolate milk. She knew she would regret this later, but for now, she was content with the new breakfast choices, and making the discovery of having new foods she liked. Even if it was just bagels with different cream cheese spreads.

"I just realized if I keep eating like this, I might gain too much weight..." Abby chuckled to herself, "Though to be fair, I can afford to gain a little too much weight. I'd much rather be a little chubby than be the way I am now. Though, within healthy reasons. I don't see a problem with a little bit of weight, as long as the person is still healthy and such. I don't even remember what it's like to be a normal weight..." she simply shrugged and took her milk glass to the sink and set it down in there, as to have it washed later. She also did the same with her plate, but left the piece of bagel on a napkin instead of throwing it away. Hopefully the birds like chipotle.