Post by Gia on Feb 1, 2013 22:54:16 GMT -6
Ren’ai and Yuri’s Apartment
Tag: Yuri
Ren’ai gave a light laugh as she heard her friend complaining about people mistaking her for a guy. It was true with her friend’s androgynous looks that it was hard to tell – at first glance anyway – whether or not Yuri was a man or a woman. Her name itself could go either way. Of course, the Earthbender’s work uniform didn’t help with things either. Despite all that, the Firebender thought sometimes that her friend over exaggerated how many people mistook her for a guy, because it rubbed her the wrong way. Not that she could blame her, of course. It would be rather annoying, that she would know, of course. At her friend’s comment about makeup, a playful smirk crossed her pale face. “I’ve been telling you that you should wear makeup more for years, and you’re only just now listening to me?”
Ren’ai wasn’t entirely serious, of course. Sure, she meant what she said, but that didn’t mean that she was going to tell her friend what to do. It wasn’t that Yuri never wore makeup, it was just that she usually didn’t to work. Although, as the Firebender had constantly reminded him, if she wore makeup then people would stop mistaking her for a guy. Doing anything with her hair would be null and void, though, because since she was on a motorbike going around delivering stuff… well, yeah, talk about messing up your hair, right? The Firebender told her Earthbending friend, though, that if she just put on some light makeup, then it shouldn’t be a problem. In opposition to her best friend, she enjoyed wearing makeup all the time, but to each their own, right?
“I think you’re being silly,” Ren’ai told her. As if people would think that she was a guy still if she was wearing makup! “You’re not masculine, Yuri. Makeup would enhance your femininity, and it would make you look more like a girl. This is not the first time I told you this, girl.” It was all good between friends, though. Her best friend knew that she didn’t care and that she loved her no matter what. After all, they’d met each other back when the Firebender was a hothead… or, well, more of one than she was now, and that was saying something. She had not been the best child, and had been more than a handful. Yet Yuri had stuck by her anyway. If they could make it through that, then they could make it through anything.
Yuri quickly turned the conversation to the Arena. Ren’ai admitted the entire thing made her feel sick to her stomach. She had almost been there as a spectator, but had been working that night. Honestly, she had been so upset that she hadn’t made it, the dark-haired young woman hadn’t felt like going, so she hadn’t made a point to ask for the night off. If she had gotten it, she most likely would have found someone to drag there, probably Yuri. However, that had not happened. Mr. Watashi had put her on the schedule for that night, and the Firebender had not complained. She hadn’t gone to the Semi-Finals either. Perhaps she had been jealous and petty to not go. She should cheer on the other teams, win or lose. She had been a sore loser, though, and part of her felt guilty for that, even though part of her felt relief that she had not been there. There was nothing she could do about any of that now, though.
“It is horrible what Amon did,” Ren’ai said to Yuri. “Some people believe that we benders do look down upon benders, because… well, maybe to them it feels that way.” Tadashi, their friend, was a non-bender and an Air Acolyte. Obviously, he didn’t think that way, and in fact, he was their Probending manager. “Perhaps, some of them feel that we feel as if we’re better than that. Fear also plays a factor. They could be scared, and feel what he’s doing might help.” The dark-haired young woman shrugged. “It doesn’t make any of it right, and it seems as if Amon’s more of a terrorist than an equalizer. There’s got to be a better way to do things than scaring the living daylights out of people.” She gave a deep sigh. It was so complicated of a situation. She wasn’t sure she knew any way to settle this.
Yuri brought the food and set the table rather quickly. Ren’ai felt rather bad for not helping, but usually, her best friend didn’t mind. She preferred cooking a bit more than the Firebender did. She turned around and took a deep breath, breathing in the aroma of the food. “It smells great,” she told her. “Thank you so much.” She honestly did appreciate it. She ate a few bites, and took a sip of her tea. “It is good. Thanks again.” The dark-haired young woman took another bite, before hearing Yuri’s question about Kamil. “No, I haven’t,” she responded, though I probably should. If we want to improve for next season, we need practice. We’re obviously not there yet.” There was a slight edge to her voice. It angered her that they had not done well – that as Captain, she was responsible for it all, for not seeing that they were not doing what a team is supposed to do, and they paid the price.