it's showtime!

       A couple of hours later the idol is in the coffee shop seated at a table by the window. She feels a little silly having volunteered to give chocolates to a strange boy in the name of White Day, but his mass text was so depressing. She couldn’t help but reach out to him! It’s harmless, really. The goodness of her heart is to blame.

Mokuba can’t help but smile. It isn’t everyday someone says something about his brother that he agrees with— or at least wants to agree with. Whoever she is, he likes her.

       “He really is! I love being around him! He’s so generous and warm!” Maybe that’s not how most people would describe him but she’s, at least, certain Mokuba will agree.

At this point, she was used to comments on her appearance. But usually they weren’t very nice. Well, they weren’t mean exactly, more… confused? But she didn’t understand why people had to question fashion! Either way, Clover was happy to hear a compliment for once. Flipping her hair back, she grinned at the younger girl.

       She’s kind and she returned the compliment! The idol senses some kind of bond capable of being formed. Cute girls with kindred souls and great fashion sense -- obviously there’s nothing better! 

He was partially at fault as well, since he was at the moment sight seeing. The moment they collide is when he drops two valuable objects. The mask drops with a large thud while the blue instrument swerves near her feet. He crouches down to recover his mask, placing it back onto his belt.

       Aw, he’s so nice! Lucky her! Other people in this city wouldn’t be as forgiving. Her eyes fall on a small flute-like thing that happened to land next to her compact mirror. She shoves the last of her belongings in her purse before picking up the instrument and rising to her feet. If he’s a fellow musician, he’s in good company!