◖tougher than glass◗

◖◖ Kaede has an extremely high pain tolerance thanks to her strength. No matter what happens to her, she can feel nothing more than a temporary sting or, more often than not, nothing at all. 

◖◖Resolutely keeps her eyes forward as she approaches the girl, sweater in hand.

◖◖Kaede sits there, humming thoughtfully at her ice cream.

“You know, I never know what possesses me to buy cones instead of cups,” she starts, gazing down at the way she delicately holds her treat. It stands on her flat palm, with the top of the cone held carefully between her index finger and thumb. Unreasonable to most, but a necessary precaution if she wanted to peacefully eat her snack. “I almost always break them, but I also love eating them. And I get one and think everything will be fine. But then I’m wrong and just get all sticky.”

◖◖ The lighting from the midday sun. The building, splashed with aesthetically pleasing graffiti. And the perfect ( victim ) model.

Kaede had to get a photo. She quickly maneuvers her way through the (thankfully) thin crowd. “Hi!!! Excuse me!!!” She exclaims, nearly tripping over herself in her haste. For the moment, she doesn’t even consider that the pure stranger might disagree. Kaede just had to ask--she had to. She gazes at him, eyes gleaming with the pure promise, voice hurried and thrilled

◖◖Brown eyes glisten as Kaede browses the glass display full of treats. Her gaze stops, enraptured by a small tray of cupcakes that look both beautifully decorated and positively delicious.

Her hands fiddle with her camera, wondering if it was was okay to take a picture. It had to be, right? Here these treats were, ready to be seen and bought by the world. Maybe she’ll even buy one. Or two. ( One for Michi!!! She swears!!! ). Kaede is quickly distracted by someone--and employee--who she turns to speak to.