@onlysoliloquy ft wallace -- a dialogue over tea.
Lisia was a rising star, a coordinator with a flair for the extravagant. It was all Mikuri, down to the colour of her hair, but Daigo hadn’t managed to put two and two together until Mikuri casually mentioned something about Lisia being his niece just a moment ago.
Today was the second Saturday of the month. Daigo and Mikuri had somehow come to a mutual agreement that every second Saturday was a day to sit down, have some tea, and maybe catch up a little or not at all. Last week, Daigo had read three chapters of a book, and Mikuri had painted something that vaguely looked like a bonsai.
This week, all Daigo’s brain would think about was Lisia. For the past twenty-something years or so, Daigo had been under the impression that Mikuri was without close relatives of note. Just like he was, if it weren’t for Aurea and Uncle Cedric and, well, Mikuri himself.
Did Aurea know, too? Did she simply neglect to tell him?
No, that wasn’t right. They never talked about contests, anyway. It just wasn’t their sort of thing to worry about. Lisia would never have become the centre of their conversation.
Daigo raised an eyebrow over the pale rouge of his tea. He sipped at it, if only to seem polite before bluntly expressing his thoughts:
“You have -- a niece? What’s next, a son you’ve fathered, I don’t know, maybe a decade ago?”
