[ She's been keeping largely to herself since the nightmare. There's been a lot to process; pain and fear and even some strange degree of self-acceptance. And for someone who isn't much of a cook, keeping to herself means eating the same thing day in and day out... which means that her initial departure from her apartment is quickly interrupted by the delicious, wafting smell of a good meal.
It's the same smell that leads her down to the first floor, to room 107 - her hand lifts to knock on the door only to find it already open, and the young man inside looking up at her with a smile that seems friendly, if somewhat aloof. Only now does Rinoa realize that she's essentially barged into someone else's apartment on a scent alone, and a hint of color comes to her cheeks. ]
O-Oh! I'm sorry, I just... That smells really good.
[ Probably the best thing she's smelled in months, if she's honest. After a while, the repeated meals of sushi and barbecue meat and mushrooms - about all you can eat in the Void when you're incapable of doing much more than boiling water - have become sort of bland. ]
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It's the same smell that leads her down to the first floor, to room 107 - her hand lifts to knock on the door only to find it already open, and the young man inside looking up at her with a smile that seems friendly, if somewhat aloof. Only now does Rinoa realize that she's essentially barged into someone else's apartment on a scent alone, and a hint of color comes to her cheeks. ]
O-Oh! I'm sorry, I just... That smells really good.
[ Probably the best thing she's smelled in months, if she's honest. After a while, the repeated meals of sushi and barbecue meat and mushrooms - about all you can eat in the Void when you're incapable of doing much more than boiling water - have become sort of bland. ]
I wasn't trying to intrude.