#kiicho

“So you were a princess in life?”

And now she’s an Assassin class Servant...a small part of the taller woman wondered how that happened exactly. It’s embarrassing to admit that she doesn’t know the history of every single Servant she’s come across, especially when she seems so invested in those of her home country, or at least a country where she has a family connection. But Japanese history and legend evaded her, and it seemed like getting a book on the subject at this moment in time.

The way Assassin carried herself was intriguing, Tamar had been sure, at one point, that she must’ve been a queen. Composed. Dignified. 

🎭- I don’t really trust that man around younger girls.

She remembered those words sounding particularly odd from Beatrice’s mouth when she was much younger than she was now. Back when her Nanny, who’d been ripped from her homeland, was just starting to turn into a young adult herself - and Misato herself had been only four or five.

Of course, she didn’t understand what she meant back then. She was too young for that. It wouldn’t until quite a few years later that the implications of it would haunt her, especially after knowing that her father had never been particularly faithful with his wife. 

Hopefully, it was nothing. But Beatrice’s intuition had never been wrong. It was probably what had saved her life, after all. It’d be a dishonor to ignore it now, when she was more than likely dead.

So yes, she did insist on sitting in on this photoshoot from the sidelines with her father’s newly hired model. It was already a strange thing to hold this on his own home - even it was a property separate from the main house. 

“I imagine you might be tired after that.” She commented, giving the other girl a friendly smile now that things were being wrapped up. Despite her hidden, crippling lack of self-confidence, Misato had always been extroverted. Assuring her father was up to no monkey business was her primary motivation - but she was no less eager to meet the girl at the center of the evening's attention on a more personal level. 

“Kicho, was it? My name is Misato. Rokuro’s daughter.” She briefly explains, gesturing to the man who’d hired her. ( He seemed unhappy at the moment - wonder why that was? ) 

♛ - “You’ve got some class, I’ll give you that” Tomie gives a dismissive shrug of her shoulder at the other girl “I’m sure there are a great amount of guys working here who’d love to throw themselves at you, hm~?”

She states it as some sort of ominous predication; her lighthearted tone  envenomed by the jealous thought of anyone paying attention to anyone else but her.

“But don’t you worry, sweetie - all that attention’s gonna go to me now that I’m here. Cause you’re nothing but second rate compared to a beauty like me-!”