Tinderbox - What do you cherish most?Memories and friendship.

Treasure - What is your brightest characteristic?Kindness

Eau de toilette - What is you favorite scent?Gardenias

Cedar - What is your favorite season?Fall. My birthday is in fall and the colors are always so beautiful.

There was nothing more exciting to Izanami than festivals. As a child she had never been permitted to attend. As a courtesan, she could only attend on the arm of an escort and was unable to enjoy herself fully. Now that she had a modicum of freedom from that former life, she took an almost child-like delight in local festivals.

Tonight the air was warm and breezy and the last of the cherry blossom petals fell on the festival goers and clung to their clothes and hair. Izanami plucked a few off of her kimono collar and blew them back into the air as though she were blowing a kiss to the night sky.

Having availed herself fully of all the popular street fair foods, she made one last stop for some shaved ice, cherry flavor, and then made her way to find a spot to watch the fireworks. People bustled around her, and she saw a spot on the bridge where she could have a good view. Weaving in and out of people, she had almost made it to the stone railing, when a group of rowdy youths bumped into her. The shaved ice she had carried so carefully through the crowds fell onto the ground, upending and spilling bright red onto the stones.

[SMS] You can’t judge me. [SMS] Least it wasn’t a sext.

[SMS] You still love me right?

[SMS] I did nothing.

[SMS] Really. Something? [SMS] I hope it’s sex ;) [SMS] I DIDNT MEAN TO PRESS SEND [SMS] DELETE THAT!

[SMS] Fineeeee [SMS] But if I get my face eaten off, it’s your fault.

[TXT] and if you don't then you'll get [TXT] something [TXT] from me

[Tomoya was supposed to type 'a kiss' but ended up laughing so hard he had to backspace.]

[SMS] You sure? [SMS] I think there’s something in my closet…