sleuthspeak:
The stars - no matter where she was, Kyouko could find a constant in them. They didn’t go anywhere nor did they change. It was comforting…something that soothed her soul. She always had a fascination with space as a child, pouring over books about the cosmos and its eternal reaches. A part of her wanted to study the cosmos as a kid. Her father also possessed a liking for the universe
That…never happened, as her training as a detective began when she was only seven years old, but it was a still a thought that crossed her young mind. She had a lot more time to revisit it now that the world wasn’t ending and that she didn’t have a familial name to uphold necessarily.
This had admittedly become one of her favorite gazing locations - somewhere near enough the apartment complex that it wouldn’t be a hassle to travel to and from, but far enough to bring quiet. Sector 6 was quite pleasant compared to the others - however, she simply desired silence beyond anything else. She notices the man approach from her position on the bench and observes without a word, as he approaches the ledge. Another admirer? Her suspicious are confirmed when he mulls out loud. Kyouko found talking out loud to be a foolish act, even if from habit - there was nothing that could be gained from sharing your inner thoughts. …it reminded her of a certain somebody. Her legs cross, still basked in shadow.
It didn’t take him too long to notice her thankfully. She sighs, eyes wandering to meet his. Small talk was one of her least favorite things - a meaningless activity to bond with another human. …or, at least, that’s what she thought up until a certain point. ❛ It’s fine, ❞ she murmurs, voice kept dim like the night sky. ❛ I don’t mind, ❞ she doesn’t make an effort to continue the conversation until he does. ❛ …I do indeed, ❞ Kyouko nods. ❛ One of this cities redeemable factors, honestly. At least they didn’t rid of the stars. Whatever they may be in this case. ❞
Matt, too, grew up alongside the stars: he would forever be enchanted by them, in large part because of his own astronaut father, but really just the simple endless possibilities they create stirred his innate curiosity and drive for discovery. A bright light in the abyss of darkness — a point of contact for all those looked up at the night sky — the stars were the last remnants of pure magic in his childhood, and he swore he would explore them one day. Matt was born to reach the stars, no doubt about it. What he found when he got there, however .. well, that’s a story for another day.
She seemed quiet — mysterious and calm, with calculating eyes. He had met many kinds of people in life, but she seemed .. different, somehow. Matt could feel his curiosity stir as she spoke, his eyes warm and intrigued. "Yeah. I know what you mean. Even if they’re likely not real, at least we can pretend they are. That’s a little comforting, I guess." He smiles, somewhat sadly, growing quiet as he loses himself again in his former occupations of his family — but he soon picks himself back up and turns to her with a slight grin. "Well, since they’re not the same ones we’re used to, maybe we can make up our own constellations? I propose that long one there to be .. er." He stops to think, scratching his head, until inspiration strikes: "’The Ribbon’! Like the one in your hair." Astute observation, Matthew Holt. But, hey, at least he tries.
He shifts his feet a little, finding a new comfortable position as he continues to stand by the railing. "... What’s your name, by the way?" Matt asks, leaning his head to the side and offering another small and friendly smile. He worries he might be coming off a little strongly, or that he might be forcing things, but — she'd tell him to leave her alone if it truly was unwelcome, right? He hoped so, at least. “I’m Matt. Matt Holt.”
