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        “... c-camus-san?” she called him after a deep breath, holding herself a little straighter behind her feeble braveness. it’s weird, she noticed, how despite all the time they’ve spent together --- or perhaps because of it --- the composer still struggled to face him. but surely it should be the opposite, right? though, she thinks, things had never been exactly regular when it came to him. haruka hugged her music sheets a little bit closer to her heart & took a step forward. “t-there was something... i’d like to show you... are --- are you busy?”

The day could definitely go better for Millicent: they had given her a recording and mixing she had never worked in before, and even if that seems like the least of troubles, it is something extremely important for her. How is she to work in peace if the microphones give feedback every couple seconds, right into her ears? This is absolutely no way for her to work, even less of a pleasing environment for the singer right across the acrylic window.

  Hearing the man’s understandable doubt over the charm that he offered a moment ago.The young god was use to hearing skepticism about the charms from first time visitors of his shrine. However, he did not become upset at the man’s suspicion as he kept the same calm smile of before. Guessing that it could be hard to be believe such a little thing like a omamori could really ward off evil spirits or grant good luck. Personally to him, it sounded as it was a pinch of curiosity in the other’s tone.

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❂ = wiping blood off their face

               “how did you injure yourself like this?” just like on their first day, camus didn’t give her any explanations, actually— she even questioned for a moment if he could hear her at all. his silence only made it all more frustrating and haruka more worried. it was hard not to when he randomly showed up. hurt. again. it was a terrible reminder of the situation he was in when they first met. at least this time a trip to the hospital wasn’t necessary ( actually, it was more like he sternly refused to go even after haruka suggested to take him ).

               a sigh left her lips as she gently held his hand between hers, carefully keeping his injured palm up. “this might hurt a little bit…” she warned before gently applying medicine to the cut. it looked slightly better now that all the blood had been wiped off. well— as good as a cut like that could be. to be fair, she might have overreacted a little bit—- but when haruka saw blood, her mind could only think of the worst scenario. but in reality, did he cut himself with broken glass? maybe a broken tea cup? 

               suddenly, cold fingers touched her cheek, snatching her away from her reverie and, inquiring, haruka glanced at him and then at his good hand, noticing after a second how he had just wiped something off. something red. “blood?” how did it even get there? cheeks became pink. how embarrassing. the girl wasn’t usually this messy but, somehow, that trait was always irritatingly evident in his presence. so, just in case, she rubbed the back of her hand to her cheeks, hoping to wipe anything that remained. “… t-thank you.”

【♦】Oh so slowly does she take in her surroundings, unfamiliarity unsettling her as she hastily shifts her gaze back to her hands. The color of rotting flesh, crawling up at a seemingly leisurely pace. It had grown from the tips of her fingers, and the sight of their expansion nearly frightens the youth out of her wits. Pulling her large sleeves over to cover them completely, she exhales softly and glances behind her, the pursuers nowhere in sight for the time being. Good — this is her chance to seek help. This city is not overly bustling with activity nor is it a ghost-town; surely her fortune is high enough to find one person who would be willing to lend their assistance?

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