Kay sighs, “It’s your bed. I’m not sleeping on it.” She turns slightly, looking at Gwynplain. She didn’t need pampering, and she wasn’t going to take this man’s bed. She wasn’t here to take over his life, she was just here until she found her own place to stay or until he kicked her out on her ass.
“Okay.” She states, “Gwyplain it is. Nice to meet you.”
She tilts her head slightly, looking at him for a long moment, watching him put the food into bowls. It smelled good, and she was starving.
“I don’t really care as long as I’m not hungry.”
For the sake of both of them, he kept quiet. If she wanted to sleep on the sofa then so be it. Not that it really mattered to Gwi or anything. He just thought that it'd make sense to give her to most comfortable thing in the apartment to sleep in. Maybe he's not as keen on his social skills as he thought he was. Guess he'll have to take the cat to the bedroom too.
Slowly he turned his head then gave Kay a nod. "Nice to meet you too, Kay." He pressed up against the back of the sofa. The bowl felt warm as it sat on his lap. "Well sit somewhere and eat," Gwi sighed, "We need to get to business as soon as possible. I don't wanna go on too long without it."
Seriously though, he had no clue who Kay was or why he decided to take a job offer from her. He wanted to know how she ended up being followed into an alleyway. Gwi had so many questions for Kay, but he also didn't want to bombard with them at the same time.
Kay picks up the second bowl, stirring it thoughtfully as she considered Gwynplain. She tilts her head to the side slightly. She pushes off the counter and walks towards the couch, sitting down. She crosses her legs, leaning back and looks up at the man, “Is that all you think about?” She asks curiously.
“Do you not want to just enjoy the food without worrying about business?” She takes a bite of the food, closing her eyes for a moment, “It’s good, thank you.”
"Yes," He said plainly, "It's my life." And nothing else. It was all he thought about, even right now as he stirred the noodles in his bowl. When he goes to sleep, he dreams of past hits. When he's awake, he's waiting for the moment someone hits him. Hit hit hit. At least the smell of the noodles were enough to keep his mind off of business for a bit. Even then, it lingered in the back of his mind.
As Gwi chewed his food, he shrugged. He didn't care. His life is the business so it didn't matter whether they talked about it now or in a few minutes. How does one even enjoy food in the first place? He nodded, "I hope you like it. I can cook other things, you know, but it's just ramen tonight."
(Takes deep breath I keep coming bac to this one to try and write a reply, but I can’t come up with anything for it. I’ll reply when I can, but it m8ght be a bit)
Kay tips her head to the side, looking the other man over. How dull must life be for someone who never stopped to, in a sense, smell the roses? Her father had always been careful to teach her the beauty of life, to appreciate the, to keep the example going going, smell of the roses. She blows out a long breath and shakes her shoulders slightly.
“Well, that must be dull. Never just, taking a moment to enjoy life.” He blows out a breath through he lips, quickly finishing the food. She didn’t know what about it, but she liked it more than she did the typical means she ate. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t made from spices carefully cultivated and shipped from halfway around the world. Or that the noodles were mass produced. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but the food felt. . . Good.
She sighs, “I don’t need you to kill anyone. Or, well. . . Help me prove my brother hired someone to kill my father, Ryan Volio.”
Dull. He had never thought about his life ever being anywhere near dull. The man just lived day by day. If he didn't die, then he'd go on to the next and repeat. When he wasn't planning how to take down Julius Stocia and his men down, Gwi would be watching movies with the cat. Benvolio, the cat, would often curl up with him as they watched something like Pride and Prejudice or 10 Things I Hate About You. His life is that rifle that's currently in the guitar case. His blood is the bullets that go with it.
He shrugged at Kay's comment, deciding not to say anything. The smell of the noodles gave him comfort. There wasn't any nostalgia to bring him relief. Gwi just liked the way the salty and savoriness brought him peace, even if it was for however long it'd take for him to eat.
Gazing over at Kay, he stopped chewing. His job was to kill, not to prove anything to anyone. As he placed his bowl down on his lap, he deeply inhaled. A slow exhale soon followed before he glanced over at her.
"And how would you want me to go about this?" He asked, "I am an assassin…a hitman…not a detective."
Kay sighs softly, leaning back, “Because I think you can figure out who my brother hired, and who killed my father. And if you can get the proof of that then. . . You won’t have to live in a place like this ever again. And you won’t have to worry about your next meal. Though. . . Now that I think about it, you may have to worry about your safety a bit more.” She shrugs slightly.
“Whatever you want, that I can provide, of course, you’ll get.” She leans back, “That is, if I can prove my brother ordered the kill on my father and I get the company like I was supposed to.”
She tilts her head to the side, “That can’t be too hard, now can it?”
