Kotomi Ichinose (
violinsnbobbles) wrote2016-07-14 09:52 pm
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Carrot and Stick
Kotomi Ichinose's introduction to the human class was a formal one, noise only made by the clatter of her hooves. Towering over everybody, the holstaur introduced herself at first in japanese, and then in all forms of human languages known and clearly out of the reach of everybody, before she was told she could sit already. Which... proved to be a problem for monster-people such as her, especially with digitigrade legs.
The class passed mercifully quick, nothing challenging her at all in matters of knowledge, and yet noticing she still got curious stares ever since she arrived in human lands, arms curling books beneath her big chest.
Once the time to eat arrived, Kotomi had managed well enough to pass unnoticed in spite of the noise her hooves made, and her spotted tail she kept low, as she served herself...
... well, everything green. Luckily, it seemed grass had been just added to the menu.
Her laser-point concentration focused on gathering vegetables, grass, broccoli, spinach, legumes, carrots...
Bump.
Kotomi turned to her side, blinked, then looked up...
The class passed mercifully quick, nothing challenging her at all in matters of knowledge, and yet noticing she still got curious stares ever since she arrived in human lands, arms curling books beneath her big chest.
Once the time to eat arrived, Kotomi had managed well enough to pass unnoticed in spite of the noise her hooves made, and her spotted tail she kept low, as she served herself...
... well, everything green. Luckily, it seemed grass had been just added to the menu.
Her laser-point concentration focused on gathering vegetables, grass, broccoli, spinach, legumes, carrots...
Bump.
Kotomi turned to her side, blinked, then looked up...
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"Ichinose-san..." She hoped she had used the correct attachment, Japanese was a very tricky language to master. Last name, then honorific, then... "Ah, um... M-May I ask why you're being so... um. Familiar? Everyone else here uses their last names, and you don't know anything about me!"
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"There are still few monster-people in this world, and I would like to be your friend." Cows. They get sent to a parallel dimension, and nine times out of ten, they will be too calm to care. "You might be alone like I am. I can make food for you if you want."
That, and Kotomi tends to use first names instead of last ones. Kotomi had an incredible hold on human languages, although she , to put it bluntly, was weird.
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"... Let's just... take this one day at a time, shall we?" She mumbled, not making eye contact. "If it truly makes you comfortable, you can... call me whatever you wish. I suppose."
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"Thank you, Cerea-chan." She bowed to her, and... holding her own bust, as its weight was the hardest part of the gesture she had yet to master, as she quietly huffed to lift it back up, "what do you mean with one day at a time? Are you not hungry...?" Kotomi lowered their plate.
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She cleared her throat, trying to regain some dignity. "I'm certain our bodies are very alike, so we can probably stand to eat the same things. It's one less thing to worry about."
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"You are right, Cerea-chan," Kotomi's long ears moved happily, "while metabolic processes will heavily differ regarding our respective physiologies, the actual food fit for our consumption should be relatively the same."
... Then smiled as she left the tray on their shared table, "do you have problems sitting?"
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"As long as I have room, I am able to lower myself." She answered, slowly calming down about the entire situation. "Like so." Centorea adjusted herself first, but instead of using a chair or seat, she sat at the end of the table, her extra legs taking their time to bend and lower.
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By the end, Kotomi makes a plate for Centorea, and her hooves clack over the floor as she walks up to her, and then bends down for her...
... Centorea's plate on one hand, fork with salad on another, hovering above her new friend's mouth, and monochrome tail waving happily.
"Open wide, Cerea-chan."
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Centorea nodded in approval as Kotomi approached and... No. Kotomi wouldn't. She couldn't.
Oh, yes, Kotomi was doing this. Hoo boy.
"I... I am perfectly capable of..." Centorea mumbled, her cheeks getting redder and redder as he fork hovered in front of her. She only hoped no one was watching. But if there was no steering Koromi before, there probably wouldn't be any chance now. So with a tiny sigh, Centorea gave up and opened her mouth.
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She smiled even as Centorea turned red, ignoring the curious looks as she hovered the fork to the centaur's mouth, Kotomi in her own cloud like always, as she fed her the first portion of the salad...
... The crunchy texture of the meal was a unified melody of tastes in a hamornious mixture of lettuce with sliced radishes and cucumbers with tiny tomatoes in the mix for juice, all with the cover of grated carrot over the meal in a thick, but nowhere near overwhelming layer, meant to give many layers of taste, all ingredients as instruments to taste, becoming absolute music in the experience, a grand symphony of unified taste...
"... I'm sorry it doesn't have much lemon," Kotomi's ears lowered after serving her a bite, "is it good...?"
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"... H-How much of this can I have?!" She suddenly blurted out, though she tried to compose herself soon after. "I-I mean... it's... it's the best thing I've ever had!" ... Well, sort of compose.
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"Have as much as you want, Cerea-chan. I can make more for you in the following days if you want." She lifted her own bowl of salad, which she half fed herself with and half fed Centorea with, as she bent her bovine legs to sit beside her, and pat the bigger girl on her head. "It is all ours to eat."
Her arms pressed her breasts together as she fed Centorea. Her tail gently bounced over the floor, as Kotomi let out soft, almost inaudible moos.
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"You have my most profound gratitude." Centorea said after taking a big, long swallow. Was it just her, or did it taste better with every bite? "Surely there must be someway I can repay you for your kindness."
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"If it is no problem... I would really like you to visit me in the library. We can eat together and read together if you'd like. I read Centaur-peoples liked romances and sagas a lot." Kotomi cradled Centorea's hand. "I know where they are in the library. I would be delighted to have you visit, Cerea-chan."
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"Ah... w-well... If food is allowed in the library, I could make time to visit. It is my duty to do research on all cultures and species so we can all work together for a more perfect union."
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"Moooo...!" Centorea's hand outright disappeared beneath Kotomi's chest. Which, was even bigger than Centorea's own, both of which bumped together. "Thank you, Cerea-chan. I will be happy to show you everything in there."
Then, finally kneeling and sitting over her strange legs, the cow-girl ate from the same salad in peaceful crunches. Before offering Centorea more bites throughout the lunch time.
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But as Centorea ate, she had yet to realize a smile had taken place on her face. For all the oddities of this luncheon, it had turned out well, and she'd gained a friend. Who could ask for anything more? Even her annoyance at being fed began to diminish over time. This was something she could get used to.