Airi looked down at the bags in her arms. Flour, eggs, dried fruits, rice, everything they usually needed to resupply on weekly, so why did she feel like she was missing something? The woman shut her eyes having stopped in the middle of the pedestrian traffic, trying to concentrate, to think back to when she left home. Had her mother asked for something? Or Aisen? Did they need anything else? She tried to visualize their cabinets and pantry, hoping if she could "see" it that it'd be easier to remember. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to work very well, leaving her right where she started.

"I should just call it quits while I still can,"

[/color] she mumbled to herself, moving away from the crowd and in between two food stalls to set down the bags of food in her arms. Red marks colored her arms from where the bags used to rest on them and some of the scratches from the crate she had carried a few days ago were irritated as well. While rubbing her arms, she looked around the marketplace. There seemed to be a few fresh food stands, but they didn't tend to keep a lot of perishables around seeing as their place was usually steaming hot from the furnace.

Airi took a seat next to the bags of food and dug through them. Salt, perhaps. Maybe she forgot salt.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

ooc; goodness, I don't like this post but I'm low on muse at the moment D:

OOC: It's fine, this is enough for me to go on



Kaito hated shopping. Unless it was for parts and equipment for his work. He felt exposed walking around a lot of people; he felt it made it too easy for someone to jump him. Nevertheless, even a workaholic like him has to eat, and the food stock back at his workshop was fresh out. So here he was, looking for any food that would catch his eye. He wanted enough food to last him at least a month at the workshop, since he didn't want to make these errands a regular occurrence.

Lightly touching his side, he was able to hold back a slight wince. That bruise he got earlier was still a bit tender, but it was healing very nicely. At least now he could walk without a limp and do enough heavy lifting to get things done at the workshop. If it weren't for Airi, it'd be taking a lot longer to heal, he thought to himself. What was he thinking, asking her to come visit again? Kaito was completely fine on his own...except he wasn't anymore, was he? The other night proved that the gangs had the power to take him out whenever they felt like it, so perhaps he was never truly fine to begin with. He was always just treading on thin ice. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a couple of people around him he could trust. But is it safe for others to get close to me?

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he leaned over to inspect the types of foods being sold at the stall that he had stopped in front of. Buying a few of the fruits from said stall, he continued moving along until something in the crowd caught his eye. "Speak of the devil," he muttered to himself as he spotted Airi seated between two food stalls. Blinking, he stood in the middle of the crowd, unsure of what to do. It seemed like she was preoccupied, so she probably hadn't noticed him yet. Should he say hi or just keep walking? Seeing her here brought back his previous thoughts of whether or not it was safe for him to become attached to other people, but he just as quickly shoved it to the back of his mind. Who's attached here? She's just an acquaintance....an acquaintance that helped fix my injury, he thought with a sigh. Looking back in the direction of his workshop, he remembered that there wasn't much work waiting for him back there. Turning back towards Airi, he took a deep breath and walked towards her. Nothing wrong with just saying hi, right?

"Airi?" he called as he approached her. "Heh, fancy seeing you here. I figured the next time I would see you would've been whenever you decided to swing by the workshop again," he said. Getting closer, he noted that she seemed a little distraught. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. "...Uh, is this a bad time?"