Dallas flicked his eyes up and down Sakuya's face - pulse holding steady - and shrugged with one shoulder. "Sure. Let's go Aaron Sorkin in this ######." The chronokinetic took a long drink of his Powerade and then underhand chucked the rest of the cup into the trash can; it landed in the bag and settled with a heavy thud while Dallas stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and walked outside. His face only visibly lit up when he saw the fox scavenging the rest of Alex's fries.
"Mo-rriiii! You trailin' me, buddy?" he asked jokingly, ruffling the fur behind the fox's ears. "Sakuya, this is my pet fox. Morrison, I guess you met Sakuya, huh?"
"Oh, so he's your pet! Thought it was kind of strange to see a fox this far into town." She said, before sipping her lemonade. Thankfully the water was melting, most people didn't like their drinks watered down, but her first cup and been far too sweet for her. She walked over, looking at the pleased fox as Dallas pet him. "Hello Morrison, aren't you an interesting little fox. Gonna keep following us, or continuing snacking on those fries?" She said, before turning to Dallas. "So about that walk and talk, I think there's a shop near here so we can talk about, what happened, you know if you want. I'm not gonna push, but what's going on between you and Alex?"
Asa Thurman couldn't get any sleep. After four hours of tossing and turning, she awoke around 2:13 AM. Not exactly the time she intended to be up, but it didn't seem she would get any worthwhile rest. She had some games on her computer, but they were so ###### boring right now. That and every time she thought of booting one up, she quickly quit out of a feeling that she was wasting her time. So she did something else, a little more productive. She wrapped an apron around her she had hanging in a closet. She went to the kitchen, started pulling out some bowls, some measuring cups, and a couple of ingredients. Back when Asa was on her own, she baked. There was a certainty to baking, baked goods often required exact measurements, and complete adherence to the recipe. At first she baked because she had something of a sweet tooth, but she found another reason she liked it. That exactness baking required, the work put into it. It gave her something to focus on. Gave her order when she needed it, and the work allowed her to think. Sometimes she found it easier to think about life when she was multitasking.
She thought about how her life had led here, she wasn't really surprised about working with a group of mercenaries. It was her line of work, she'd be working with and against other mercenaries. That was just her line of work. What she didn't expect is that she'd fall in love. She didn't expect to find herself fawning over a guy, like she did with Daken. Lovers before were the kind that burnt out quickly. As she wasn't exactly open in her relationships, she didn't like baring herself to others. It meant getting closer than she wanted, it meant truly falling in love. She figured she'd live fast and die fast. Her entire life slammed on the brakes when Daken spared her that one day. When he said one thing, but his actions said more. He had defied orders for her, he could have just as easily killed her and go on his way. He didn't though Daken said he "fancied" her. That there was something about her, and well. She never thought anyone would do that for her, most mercs would have easily killed her and moved on. Daken didn't.
Now Asa had finished stirring, and placed the cookies into the oven, before prepping another cookie sheet. So she started falling, a lot harder and faster than she intended, now it wasn't just simple attraction, she felt something growing between them, but Daken wouldn't let on, he cared for her, but love. Daken never explicitly stated that, sometimes it felt like he did, other times she wondered if it was just a casual encounter. Those latter thoughts were quickly squashed as her trust in him grew. Now though she was a little frustrated with herself. He was only gone for a night and yet here she was baking treats and unable to sleep. She pulled out the first sheet, before scooping a hot cookie off and grabbing a glass of milk. She wasn't much of a cook, that was something she left up to Daken to handle. So far he hadn't let her down yet, in that or a lot of things.