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Rose; smiles at Nicholas and shakes her head. You are too observant. I suppose I am tired...but I've lived with my condition long enough I know how to ignore it.  You however do not look well.  Is there anything I can do. She takes the finished pancakes off and puts new batter on, while making a big display of flipping the half-finished ones.  Laughing when one fell of the griddle to land in the fire she picks it up , looks at the burnt mark then takes a bite of the raw pancake.  She grimaces. Definetly needs to be cooked.

Nicholas:

"... What do you mean by condition?" he asked very curiously. "Like... ... Health condition? Or do you just mean getting tired?" He then blinked a few times as she mentioned him not looking well. Nicholas's cat-like ears immediately pressed against the sides of his head, and his tail seemed to go limp. "I'm fine," he said quietly, the remembrance of his dream coming back to him. He remembered the ice-cold water against his face as he was forced into the liquid, thrashing to breathe. Then the sting of the whip as it came in contact with his back, whistling through the air. 

"I'm just tired, that's all," Nicholas lied. He preferred to keep his problems to himself. He despised troubling other people with his own situations. 

Rose; looked at him and her smile fell slowly as she realized he was lying to her.  She forced a smile and busied herself with the pancakes until she could mask her disappointment.  Well, if it pleases you you can always go back to sleep. She pauses And it's not a health condition...not in the way you mean.  More of bad memories and anxiety.

Nicholas:

"... Bad memories and anxiety, huh..." Nicholas understood. Seeing how he was often up late at night, having flashbacks of his own past. But for Rose to experience bad memories? Somehow, it just didn't fit. She didn't seem at all like somebody with a horrid past. She was much too kind and gentle... 

Nicholas decided not to ask about the bad memories. They'd probably upset Rose. Thinking about what another person's bad memories might be recovered some of his own. He suddenly became short of breath, remembering all of the little punishments and cruel acts his owners had pulled on him. One hand flew to his chest, gripping at the tattered cloth that hid it. He dipped his head slightly, so his dark hair became a mask for his eyes. He didn't want Rose to see the pain in his eyes. He didn't want anybody to see it. 

Rose; looked at Nicholas and stopped what she was doing.  She paused knowing that if she said anything it could go from bad to worse, but not able to just do nothing.  She lowered her eyes before talking in a quiet tone. Would you mind sitting?  It's a bit early in the morning for excessive standing...don't you think?  She paused, it still didn't feel right but at least sitting she didn't have to worry about him falling and breaking himself...he was skinny enough to blow away with a gust of wind it seemed.

Nicholas:

"Mm... ... Mm-hmm." His hand relaxed and returned to his side. He found a chair in the kitchen and sat down in it, calming his mind and returning his breathing to normal. He brushed some hair out of his eyes, only to have the hair fall back in place. "... My apologies," he stated simply and quietly, looking at the ground. "Am I bothering you? I must be a nuisance..." 

Rose; sighed not hiding her exasperation No you are not bothering me...you could never be a nuisance and there is no need to apologize.  She turns to the stove, flipping and taking the finshed ones off and adding new ones.  Everyone has their days...you know that if I don't eat I pass out?  It's a horrible defect.

Nicholas:

He looked at Rose, his ears perking up with interest once she mentioned passing out if she didn't eat. "Ah, is that so?" he asked in his quiet voice, tipping his head to the side very slightly. "I don't pass out if I don't eat. I'm used to going several days without food. My body has adjusted to my feeding patterns, I suppose." Nicholas then paused, thinking. "I think the only times I've passed out are..." Sub-consciously, Nicholas's voice became very, very faint and quiet, just barely a whisper. "... when I'm in great cases of pain, or when I'm losing blood rapidly." He didn't like talking about those times, but he decided to tell Rose that sentence. It was like it just came out of his mouth without his brain's approval. 

Rose; smiles slightly Well there aren't many cases of that here. she shudders slightly. I hate the sight of blood. She chuckles under her breath Wonderful trait for a doctor huh?

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Nicholas 

The Neko blinked, looking at Rose with curiosity. "You're a doctor?" he asked. Rose most certainly did have the mental capacity to be a doctor. But Nicholas would have never imagined that she would actually be one. 

Rose: smiles slightly More of a pasttime since my full time job is a lawyer and all that.  But living here I decided to train because I don't want anyone to die, and that is what was happening cause the doctor couldn't reach us in time.  Takes the last of the pancakes off the stove and looks at the finished tower.  Do you think that is enough...?

Nicholas

"You're a lawyer, too?" Now, he was thoroughly impressed. Those jobs were tough, and required some crazy smartness to achieve. "Oh, so that's why you're a sort-of doctor. Well, that's a very good reason to be one." He then looked at the stack of pancakes, nodding his head. "I think those are enough pancakes to feed an entire city." 

Rose; smiles lightly at his remark about the pancakes then turns aback a line. Yes I suppose it is a good reason, I don't want my friends and family dieing...she paused as she picked up the plates of pancakes.  Becoming completely hidden by the height of the stacks.  Can you guide me to the table?

Nicholas

"Certainly," he replied to her request. He began to walk a little bit to the side and in front of her, his dark cat-like tail lightly touching her left elbow. Slowly, for the sake of Rose's pace, he walked over to the large table. It still amazed him out every single person in the building could actually sit at one table. 

Rose; Puts the heavy plate on the table with a smile. They'll be swarming here soon.  I recommend you grab what you want.  There usually isn't any left.  She grabs two of her own, and instead of taking a plate just takes a bite as if it were toast. She laughs slightly. Sorry excuse my bad manners...but I prefer to eat my breakfast without the silverware.