How distraught the poor young woman was to see her home within such shambles! The floorboards were cracked and splintered, offering her a view of the foundation beneath, her furniture was quite in a disarray, several pieces have all but broken under the large weight of the bear, and now crumbs covered the rug, settling in between the fine fabrics as those cookies were all but consumed, leaving her with but an empty package of crinkled plastic. All of that damage, and the thought of facing her Supreme with the truth of how she had caused such destruction brought the demure young woman to tears. Her chocolate irises glassed over, those tears spilling down her waterline and tracing wet trails down her cheeks as she tried to choke back those sobs that so threatened to overwhelm her. She hardly blamed the massive polar bear in the slightest. The creature was, after all, giving into his far more basal needs, that humanity so clearly stripped away from him and yet that understanding only furthered to sobs that so wracked her frame. She had no knowledge of how to bring back that stern-faced businessman, much less how she was going to talk the large, hulking bear into allowing her to dislodge that bullet from his hind leg. Chizue reached up, trying to wipe away those tears as the bear's nutmeg irises turned attentively towards her.
She winced at the very sound of the floorboards beneath the bear's massive weight, that cry of pain from his lips wholly distracting the girl from her own distraught. She sniffled, choking back her own tears as she near begged the bear to be careful, as useless as her words surely were within that very moment. The very sound of her voice seemed to draw the bear's attention, his massive head swinging towards her in a clearly studious fashion. She watched as the large bear so approached her, his breath hot against her cheeks as his wet nose so snuffed at those wet trails that marred her porcelain flesh. Those soft cooing sounds hardly helped to reassure the demure vampire, admittedly, when the very origins of her distress still lingered potently. Nevertheless, the bear seemed determined in his efforts, his large head pressing into her chest, prompting her fingers to slowly shift downwards towards his massive head. Gingerly, Chizue ruffled the beast's short fur, her sobs subsiding to sniffles as she so tried to steady herself. After all, the bear needed her - the creature hardly able to dislodge that bullet within his hip himself, the very same one which presently was staining his ivory fur and dripping crimson blood on those splintered pieces of wood. A weak simper crossed her features as the bear's tongue caressed her cheeks, slobbering over the saltiness of her tears though she hardly made an effort to chase him away. He was sweet, with those gentle sounds that seemed so terribly affected by her dismay. Somehow - she'd figure out a way to fix this. All of it. Somehow.
It was with that new steely resolve that Chizue prepared to face the undeniably daunting task ahead of her. Softly, she explained that very plan to him, even though the bear hardly seemed capable of comprehending those far more complex thoughts. Still, it helped to reassure her, to have that plan of action. She would merely go down that list and then, when she'd reached the very end of it, things might seem slightly less overwhelming - even if it hardly would fix the damage done to the townhome itself, much less how she intended to get the oversized creature home where he surely belonged, wherever that was. As it was, Chizue was hardly distraught over that near blank stare she was given, her slender fingers instead reached out to lightly pat the bear upon the head as she nodded in agreement with herself. She could do this. She watched as the beast's head tilted to the side ever so slightly, only for the creature's whole body to shake in some effort to resettle the fur she had she mussed up. The simple action, however, was far more violent than her little home could withstand, the very floorboards seeming to groan beneath the weight of him. "Oh, oh no! Please don't do that!" She uttered, that frantic nervousness once again invading the sound of her sweet soprano voice. She had hardly noticed, at that moment, just how the action had sent several more drops of his blood across her furniture, that once white sofa now stained with beads of red that would, surely, be impossible to get out. Later, she might lament over the loss of that leather sofa and yet, for now, her whole focus was upon fixing the poor wounded Polar Bear.
It was only after the large creature paused that any sort of placidity crept back within her, albeit fragile though it was. She hardly wavered from her plan, however, the young woman instead softly insisting to the bear that she would return. Her command to stay was altogether firm as she slowly stepped out into the hallway, tentatively glancing at the large white bear over her shoulder. For fear of giving the bear the wrong idea, however, Chizue was all but swift in her movements as she darted up the stairs. The woman moved purposefully towards her bathroom, digging through the cabinets for her first aid kit. Admittedly, she hadn't used it since she had been turned - nearly eleven years ago. It was likely not in the best of states and yet, she had particularly little to work with as it was. Quickly, Chizue pulled a pair of tweezers from her vanity, the girl all but determined to retrieve that bullet, if her bear friend would allow her. Hopefully, poking and prodding at that wound would not earn her his wrath. Perhaps she could distract him with more cookies, they seemed to more than sedate him, temporarily. Her eyebrows furrowed as she considered her options, though truly if the bear's pain was that great, she suspected there was little she could do to otherwise occupy the beast. A sigh left her lips as her feet lightly brushed across each step, the silence that came from her living room was perhaps as concerning that wound she had to care for. Quiet creatures were rarely up to any good.
"I got my first aid kit but I don't -- " Chizue's soprano voice uttered softly as she rounded that corner in her hallway, her chocolate irises focused upon the plastic box in her hand before she glanced upwards, astonished to see the sight of a man where her bear had once stood. That shriek that left her lips was far more of her sheer surprise than anything else, that box falling from her hands to clatter loudly on the wooden floors. Chizue could hardly help the fashion at which her chocolate irises so seemed to widen, a bright pink so flushing her ivory cheeks as she took in the very sight of the man's smooth skin and refined muscles. For a moment, Chizue seemed far too taken aback to answer the man's tentative 'hello', and yet she most certainly recognized the businessman whom she'd so attempted to help. "Etto......Ko....Konnichiwa." The girl squeaked in her native tongue, all but forgetting in her clearly flustered state that second language she was supposed to be speaking. "I, I mean, hello." She corrected herself, well aware, at that moment, to how calm the man seemed, that aura all but flickering a carefully controlled teal color. Her gaze quickly shifted away from the man, Chizue's chocolate irises turned instead towards the floor as the businessman offered her an apology. "No - no please..um...your....briefcase broke, I'm sorry but I tried to get as many of the pages as I could...." Her voice trailed off as she nibbled on her bottom lip, suddenly aware of just how much was her fault in this, unintentionally or otherwise. Nevertheless, Chizue seemed far more intently aware of herself within that moment as she bent over to pick up those pieces of her first aid kit that had all but fallen out of the little plastic box. "I'm fine but...are you? I could...call a doctor for you?" The demure girl offered as she tucked her hair behind her ear, gathering that little first aid kit into her arms. Where she had once been relatively sure of herself with that large polar bear - now the girl was nothing if not painfully shy.