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          immediately  the  young  girl’s  expression  turned  to  that  of  disbelief  and  pure  offense —  as  though  she  would  have  expected  a  different  response  from  the  other  girl  ahead  her.  to  say  that  she  wasn’t  an  incredible  twist  of  the  truth  —  she  was  a  frail  teen  with  hopes  of  ever  being  able  to  fight  against  whatever  this  world  out  there  on  the  road.  surely  without  someone  she  could  trust  to  stay  by  her  side  and  protect  her,  she  would  die.  nene  just  wanted  to  go  home.

           her  unexpected  adventurous  nature  —  though  she  determined  it  to  be  a  great  virtue  —  was  also  a  fault.  when  it  came  to  her  willingness  to  broaden  her  horizons  and  explore  the  great  world  that  laid  itself  before  her  feet,  she  only  needed  to  conclude  with  herself  her  path  of  choice  before  taking  it.  however,  the  dangers  she  sees  and  never  trust  it  that  were  cleverly  (  or  coincidentally  )  placed  at  various  points  in  her  route  went  unknown.  the  friendly  neighbor  asked  ;  wishing  for  a  guidance  from  someone like her and to be frank, nene might not be the best person to advise this to, but the least  she  can  do  is  ...  to  support  her.

          the  young  girl  stoops  down  to  pluck  another  flower from  the  grassy  floor ,  putting  it  with  the  other  blossoms  that  she  had  collected  over  the  course  of  an  hour.  ❛   making  a  bouquet  to  decorate  the  room  !    ❜  she  responds  lightheartedly  ,  skipping  ahead  for  another  flower  a  few  feet  away.  nene  presents  her  work  to  yui  by  raising  them  above  her  head  for  her  to  see  ,  also  lifting  herself  to  her  toes  as  though  it  would  help  her  get  a  better  look  without  having  to  bend  down.  ❛   i  think  i’ll  have  a  roommate  soon  ,  so  i  have  to  make  sure  to  give  them  a  warm  welcome  with  these.    ❜

          uneasily  does  she  shift   in   her  seat  ,  hand  lightly  clasped  upon  her  lap  as  the  other  is  raised  and  pressed  against  rosy  lips  ,  a  silent  indication  for  her  to  remain  as  quiet  as  was  humanly  possible  ,   before  she ——

            ❛    i  think  ——    ❜   she  begins  with  a  soft  murmur  ,  couldn’t  hope  to  understand  what  sorts  of  things  he  had  seen  ,  but  nonetheless  ,  she  stands  firm  as  a  pillar  of  support.   ❛    if  you’re  working  hard  at  it  ,  you’ll  see  results  eventually.   ❜

This human…yes, he could feel it with his senses. She was not an average human being. Something about her felt off, like the priestess. A sealing? Something about her was connected to the natural. As much as he tried to adjust to his new retained bodies powers, it was something that felt useless. What was he to do? For now, he could feign a simply normal human. He had acted before.

“I seek your guidance if possible.  I am not from such a time, so I am having a cultural shock. Perhaps ye may be able to aid me?”

everywhere he went, Kyo was often followed by cats, especially if he was feeling stressed. he hadn’t stopped to take a seat anywhere because he knew they would come out of nowhere and climb all over him. one in particular was hot on his trail, following him as he walked down the street. the more he thought about being followed, even by a little feline, the more agitated he got. whirling around, Kyo yells at it.

“WOULD YOU QUIT FOLLOWING ME ALREADY?! I–”

oh. there’s a person behind him, too. not just…the cat. ah, great.

          ❛    I  -  I’M  SORRY  !?    ❜

It’s late. The middle of a rainstorm and the start of a sunset if he had to guess. Sig shouldn’t be in a Fantasy Costco-Denny’s and yet here he is against the odds (and curfew). It was the only place open that he could take refuge in for as long as it was raining - in case he would be pressured to answer on his behalf later.

He looks back into the glass doorway before walking further into the store. His eyes downcast. A puddle following him still where the carpet ends.

Sig’s clothes and hair don’t feel as soaked through as much as his socks are - having neglected the many times he mis-stepped into puddles on the way here. But it wasn’t like him to hold a grudge. And if he does, it’s best he walks it off before his hands are off the reins.

He was only moved to find his reason for staying here when a little girl, maybe no older than 12, met his onlooking gaze, apparently panicked if only he saw it for a few seconds. She probably lost her parents here.

Sig briefs on it. He needed to find a bathroom to dry up but it was less likely then that he would see her again, and it was never a good thing to see someone arrested in fear the way she was. So he makes use of the time to greet her now.

“Hey, you lost your parents here or something?”

          under  different  circumstances  ,  nene  was  never  quite  fond  of  the  rainy  weather.  she  hadn’t  brought  an  umbrella  along  with  her  ,  unfortunately.  now  she’s  forced  to  take  shelter  beneath  the  awning  of  a  shop.  it  helps  a  little.  alas ,  she’s  been  standing  there  a  while.  her  feet  are  beginning  to  ache  and  there  is  nowhere  for  her  to  rest.  and  the  most  important  part  here  ;  ―  the  visible  scales  on  her  skin  ,  this  naturally  was  the  time  to  panic  ,  but  rather  that  completely  lose  her  senses  ,  nene  had  to  go  stiff  with  anxiety  upon  the  young  boy’s  presence.  did  he  noticed .. ?  she  prayed  not.

         and  yet  ,  whenever  she  stepped  outside  she  always  had  intentions  of  going  to  a  specific  place  and  then  returning home.  so  traversing  far  from  her  apartment  complex  with  no  clear  destination  in  mind  …  was  an  exciting  and  at  the  same  time  not  because  her  friends  are  not  around  ,  prospect  in  and  of  itself.  the  only  issue  was  finding  the  path  home  —  her  own  world  ,  but  to  nene  ,  that  was  only  another  adventure  to  be  had.

          she  wants  to  hide  those  scales  ..  and  that  boy  approaching  her  out  of  blue  —  she  needs  to  act  !

“We are trapped in an unknown realm for unknown reasons.  Yet you are looking at nothing but a suiter for yourself?” Naraku attempts basic conversation, will this work? Tune in to find out.