A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya hauled her groceries into the second room, settin them down on the table in the corner. The room was full furnished; bed, tv, chairs, a wall hanging and all. She sighed and threw herself on the bed, burying her face into the blankets.

Long day. No sleep. She needed some badly. Shaking her head, she rolled over and stared up at the ceiling, purple eyes intense. Shopping, screaming, death, stink, idiots, blind guy, an apartment, hospital, injury, emotions, going soft... She frowned and closed her eyes after listing it all in her head. There was a lot that went on. Really.

She supposed that it might be a good idea to grab the cakes and put them in the fridge.

Pushin herself up, Amaya stepped over to her bags and fished through them, pulling out the red velvet, chocolate, yellow, and triple chocolate cakes. Damn, how many did she get? There was one more with thinly sliced strawberries in its white frosting. She had too many in her arms right... 

She'd get to it later.

Leaving the room, she headed back to the kitchen and set the four cakes on the counter, returning to her room to get the last one. She decided that this cake was the prettiest and etched her name in the plastic cover, picking it up and scampering into the kitchen. She opened the fridge (which was mostly empty), placing each cake inside with a such gentleness that rivaled that of Hinata's. 

After all, cake was holy. A divine creation.

She listened to the sizzle of the cooking meat and looked up at Rafe, lightly tugging on his sleeve. "Spicy, please," she mumbled before stalking off to the living room.

Gracie

"Yeah, spicy!" Awaji piped, squinted eyes on the sizzling pan.

Rage looked after Amaya as she walked stiffly into the living room, blinking. He was always blinking. Maybe it'd become a bad habit. Still, he got out a smaller pan and slid some of the meat into it for Scythe before turning to his grocery bags and digging for something that would give their dinner a kick.

Scythe sat on the couch, his body spreading languidly across it. "So, you're Yuki-san's friend? That means you're a kunoichi too, right? No offense, but you're kinda young to be a ninja," Scythe commented politely, smiling at Amaya.

The dark haired teen looked up from his cooking to send a stern look at the back of Scythe's unkempt brown hair, and he twitched. "I mean no offense, really," he insisted with a little laugh. Rage looked at him a moment longer before having to swat away a hungry little hand that belonged to a hungry little boy before he scorched his fingers for a meager piece of meat.