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TACHIBANA HIBIKI ROLEPLAY BLOG                                             ESTABLISHED 4/8/2022                                                    SUNG BY GRIMOIRE

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  The cyan haired man was not used to opening the door for people in Pico’s apartment of all places. But he was told that there was mail showing up here and to ‘make sure nothing blows up by the time I get back.’ was more or less the quote he was given. So for there to be a person there asking for a place to stay rather than just drop something off was unusual if it was not Nene, Darnell or Otis.

 “[Not my apartment. Belongs to one of my partners.]” BF clarified, speaking in beeps and boops while using both hands to sign his words. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, a quick glance over gave him enough info that the gal before him did not mean harm. If anything, the girl seemed sown on her luck and just needed a place to stay for only a little while. “[I’ll let him know though.]”

 Moving to the side, he gestured the other to come in. but not before warning her about the scents and sights in the apartment. The faint scent of a certain drug. But the windows had been open and the small man had been leaving a ceramic wax melter running in the kitchen area that left a wave of some lavender and roses to waft through the complex.

 As for the sights, well.. it has seen better days. Granted, there were attempts to repair and restore holes, wear and tear. Though it was now holding a slight charm of going through the wars, but still standing. Much like the temporary owner. On the other hand, there was only so much a few young adults could do without having to result to magic to keep evidence of bullet holes in the ceiling in the living area– hidden. At least any and all weapons that were stashed in the apartment were well hidden. So it was not like the rapper was defenseless by any means.

 BF was already running through the ways he could bring this up with Pico, since he was out for the day due to a mission or three that were lined up. And it was unlikely for the mercenary to return until late tonight, if not very early the following morning. Either way, the rapper owed the freelancer big time.

IT WASN’T PICO who answered the door, but a shorter blue-haired man. She had been told that, if it was serious, she was to come here and ask if she could crash for a few days. A code set up in case her life had come into danger, which it had. She’d only been here once before, when the two of them had set things up for her protection.

He’d learned about Miku, after all, and hadn’t liked what he heard. But she hadn’t learned anything more about him beyond the fact he lived here... though he was pretty trustworthy, given that Shishou had given him a pass while working with them during the Shem-Ha incident.

❝ Yeah, I know who it belongs to, ❞ she said with a shake of her head, stepping inside once she was allowed access. ❝ He and I worked together for a while on some jobs for Hatsune-san, so we got to know each other a bit. ❞

More like he had gotten to know her more than she knew about him. But that was fine, as long as he didn’t turn out like Miku. The last thing she needed was two Mikus thinking that Hibiki belonged to them and no one else after giving her the cold shoulder. Ugh.

❝ Thanks for letting him know. ❞

Of course it smelled like weed in here. Despite Japan’s loosened stance on the drug due to its benefits from overseas, it was still not really allowed in certain prefectures of the country. This was one of them, though Pico had to get caught with it to get into any form of trouble. A sigh left her as she headed over to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a few ingredients before shutting it and going to start cutting up some vegetables.

“How confident are you that you can find an apartment so quickly? Especially at this time of year. It’s okay if you stay longer, but… you know… not too long.”

“Also… you’re getting the couch. Hope you don’t mind.”

WHAT a weird person, saying she could crash and then saying she couldn’t stay for too long. A couple of days was too long for most people she knew, so it was best if she got out sooner.

“Sure, that’s fine. Part of me always wanted to know what having a roommate would be like. … also, I hope that you enjoy instant soup. I can’t resist buying it.”

Back when she had shorter hair, before she’d let it grow out of her own volition. It was in her bedroom for some reason, and Hibiki didn’t know why.