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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Amaya’s thoughts were interrupted by the door unlocking, looking up at the ghoul standing in front of her. “Boss Yan is waiting for you.” He said, nudging his head. She stood and smoothed out the expensive white dress she had picked out, following the ghoul once more to meet Yan once again.
 
Amaya moved over and sat beside him, too anxious to be hungry.
After a moment a ghoul came out to serve Yan first, setting his meal in front of him, consisting of raw bloody meat she could only assume was human, and a glass of fresh blood. Amaya glanced at the food, but wasn’t bothered much by it, having lived with ghouls long enough to have been around while they ate.
 
“Of course, thank you for the meal.” She said, bowing her head to him before picking up her utensils. The food probably wasn’t poisoned, but it didn’t mean it couldn’t still be drugged. Still, she began eating regardless. The food was bland, but she didn’t expect much else from ghouls- even Sasuke was terrible at cooking.
 
Amaya shook her head. “I’m grateful, you could have given me nothing.” She said softly. “Thank you.” She didn’t want to think Sasuke was dead, even if he was trapped in Matsunaga’s clutches, he could survive anything, she was sure of it.
 
Amaya froze, realizing that she had been letting more of her emotions show than she wanted too. “No, I’m sorry, it’s nothing important.”
 
Amaya crammed down her feelings again, going back to her own meal in silence. She would have to think about such things while she was alone, couldn’t get caught like that again.
 
Amaya ate what she could stomach, not having much of an appetite to begin with. Once she was done her plate was removed as well, leaving the two sitting alone in the room again.
 
“Yes, that would be nice, thank you.” She said. Things were easy enough like this, all she had to do was eat dinner with him and dress nicely.
 
She kept his pace the whole way, again mapping the route in her head, but was starting to think that maybe the entire building had no windows. She wouldn’t give up just yet.
 
“Of course, do you have a preference on what I should wear?” An event? She could only imagine what he would consider an event.
 
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