@forgotten-teammates asked the summoner:
He can do this. Black Wind is important enough to do this. If he's important to Kumo, he's important to Kain.
Even if Black Wind scares him a little.
With a deep breath, he approaches the Windarian, basket in the hand that's not holding his cane. His trusty little black chocobo friend is by his side, quietly kweh-ing a little tune.
"Uh... hi, Black Wind! I... this is kinda awkward, but I know you travel a lot, and I thought that... like, you've gotta be hungry out there, right? So... uh... here's this. I tried to figure out what you liked, and so... well, I hope it's at least edible for you, but if you enjoy it that'd be really great too. You don't have to say anything if you don't wanna. I know you're kinda quiet. I put a knife in here so you don't have to get your other one dirty, and I made sure everything was as fresh as I could. I came straight to you from the kitchens, actually."
He's smiling warmly as he extends the basket. In it, there rest some freshly-baked (still warm!) bread rolls, the aforementioned knife, and a container of spreadable cheese... and yes, said cheese contains peppers.
"And uh... if you need me to eat some too to prove nothing's wrong with it, I will. I know I'm kind of like a stranger to you. I just... I wanted to do something nice today, that's all."
He was staring into the doorway even before the Amestrian walked into the room. His hearing may not have matched that of White Cloud, but his senses were still sharp. As such, the man of raven hair was immediately met with a gaze of chilling blue, so distant and seemingly hostile with the way crimson brows angled sternly upon a visage of sun bronze.
In reality, that was simply how Kaze appeared to most. It took time and experience to even begin to read what lay behind the callous exterior - something Kain did not have. And who could blame him, really - it was safer to steer well clear of monsters.
The Wind listened silently as the other scavenged for the right words, clearly intimidated by his presence. There was a basket in his hands, one which contained food, a gift to be offered to the Windarian as though he was some dragon to be swayed with tribute. There was also that small, black chocobo by his side. Its existence was noted, and then promptly ignored.
A huff, and the summoner cautiously received the gift, eyeing the smaller male with an inborn suspicion. He rotated it, checking its contents. Sure enough, it was just as the other had said. Bread and butter (with a spreading knife to boot) as well as some cheese with a somewhat familiar fragrance. Surprisingly thoughtful. Kaze's gaze once again rose to meet one of charcoal.
"What, you think you need to buy my favor?" He growled, though his frown seemed to relax just enough to convey a degree of exasperation. An internalized sigh - he could already hear the nagging in his head.
Be nice, Black Wind. It's a gift, not some ploy. Why must you always be like this?
Of course it was. Still, he would never understand the rampant willingness to be kind to someone as unkind as him. What were these people made of? Cotton?
"Sit." He ordered, pointing to a spot on a cargo box opposite of him. He extended the basket right back, prompting the other man to take a piece of the bread he had brought.
