Bloody Nails & Broken Hearts

✫ Oh, she’s Japanese. At least that’s what Mariko was assuming Isuke was. “It’s nice to meet you Isuke,” She says with quite the friendly smile. Mariko has her own book open, but she hasn’t gone to reading it just yet. 

“It is, isn’t it?” She offers a chuckle - light, lacking malice, but still full of narcissism. Isuke looks Mariko over once more, free hand still playing at the edge of the magazine. Pleasantries aside, she could go for several minutes with silence, so she sets her drink down and opens her magazine.

✫ “That is true.” She says with an agreeing nod. So, she sits, she’s already reopening the book that was laying on the table. “Mmm…I don’t think I got your name.” Another conversation opener. Well, maybe. She’s looking at the lady with curiosity in her eyes. “I’m Mariko Oliveira.”

She’s just about to start flipping through a trash magazine when the girl speaks up again. Her hand twitches slightly; she expected some silence once they’d sat down, but it seemed she wouldn’t get that. She closes the magazine and reaches for her coffee, takes a drink, and sets it back down before smiling.

You: *calls me ugly*

   Though limited, it seems like her assistance was effective none the less. Satisfied with the outcome, Naoto lowers her weapon and approaches while shifting her gaze from the aggressor to the rescued. Looks like she arrived before lasting damage could be done. What a relief!

Isuke looks over her nails for a second or so after she stands, only half-listening to what her new companion says. Hiding, huh? Well, it wasn’t really her style - but she had less to worry about if she were at least avoiding the natives. Her eyebrow quirks upward at the suggestion of being escorted, and her lips follow suit in a sort of knowing smirk. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with having someone along...” Her other hand lazily motions to the collapsed body behind her,“But where will we go? Isuke hardly knows the city, and there’s probably more of these scum along the way.” She rests a hand against her waist and idly plays with one of her ringlets. If there were as many unpleasant and violent folk around the city as she thought, it would lead to an interesting passage to...wherever they were going.