The World Is A Dangerous Place

[Fox]

He immediatly went back to cooking. When he finished he set the food out on a tiny table.

(suck)

[Momo]

She dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned a little realizing she didn't have her gun, she had no idea where the thing might have gone...but she was pretty sure that guy probably had it. She sighed and left the bathroom and followed the smell of food. "Looks good." She said.

[Fox]

He shrugged. "Let's just hope it tastes half as good as it looks." He smiled slightly before seating himself. He watched her closely.

[Momo]

She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling out some of the tangles as she carefully sat down. She hesitated before she started to eat. "It doesn't taste to bad." She told him.

[Fox]

He began to eat after she did; seating himself across from her. "Well, that's good." He half-agreed with her.

[Momo]

She fell quiet, tensing a little at every small noise the house made. She pretty much gobbled down her food like it might disappear at any given moment. She didn't bother to say another word, even when she was finished.

[Fox]

When they both had finished, he calmly stood and carried both of their dishes to the rusty old sink, setting them inside it. He glanced at her. "What will you do now?"

[Momo]

She was quiet for a moment and then shrugged. "Leave I guess." She said. "I can't very well stay here." She said, slowly getting up from her seat. Her leg didn't hurt so much anymore but it was still tender and hard to walk on.

[Fox]

"You should rest more." He approached her to be close enough to support her or catch if she lost her balance.

[Momo]

She stood on her own though, favoring the one injured leg. She shook her head at his suggestion. "I've rested enough." She commented, brushing her fingers through her hair. She couldn't say she didn't feel comfortable staying in a house, it had been a good long time since she'd even set foot in a house. She didn't want to upset him by saying she was uncomfortable.