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Rhubarb blinks slightly, somewhat surprised by her enthusiastic reaction. He processes the light in her eyes briefly, before turning to look at the book in his hand. Scanning the page again, as if to confirm that it hadnāt changed subject matter since he last looked, he promptly shuts it, only half to let her see the cover.
"It is," he says simply. He thought it was unusual for her to askāperhaps she had an interest in such things. He hadnāt particularly met anyone who seemed to like the subject, outside of university; he supposed that he hadnāt talked to many people, but it still caught his attention, the thought playing on his mind for a moment. She seemed enthusiasticāmaybe she was new to it? It wasnāt uncommon to see that particular level of excitement in those who were just beginning to explore a new hobby. Or maybe he was simply not enthusiastic at all. Was it that she wanted the book? The signs seemed to be pointing in that kind of direction. Analysing the situation like this was almost useless, but it was a habit he couldnāt and didnāt want to remove. It was more useful than not.
He looks at her blankly. āDo you want it?ā Holding the book out to her slightly, he thinks that there were plenty of other books on programming shelved. Maybe this was how he was supposed to react, though.
The sparkle in her eye might have been unwarranted, seeing as there were many books similar to the one he was holding right behind him. It just surprised her to see one on her first visit, normally books such as that would be buried under the more well-known ones. She regained her more relaxed face and looked forward to the boy as he asked his question.
"It just feels like it's been a while since I saw one, that's all. Keep it."
She denied as casually as she could, seeing it was one of the better books placed upon the shelf behind him. All of them ranged from many different difficulties and many different topics within programming. It was only her first visit after all though, she would have plenty of chances to buy one. It was more likely he needed it more than she did anyway, she had no goals that had to do with programming in life and she only liked to learn about it to appease her own interests. Though,Ā he might be the same.
While she initiated this conversation with only that one thing to say, she did imagine it would get farther than this before she ran out of things to say. she didn'tĀ particularlyĀ want to insult him or be rude as he did offer her the book out of complete kindness. Looking at him more closely though, he did seem quite bored and uninterested in his surrounded, maybe he hated reading? Maybe he was actually looking for a specific book, and couldn't find it? Actually, why was she even wondering what he was doing here, she should say a word of goodbye. Wellā she should. If she said goodbye now she might not meet him again, it would be a waste to leave now after encountering someone who shares one of her hobbies. That didn't change the fact she didn't know what to say however.
What an unfriendly way of speaking- a stark contrast to the more cheerful voice her neighbor had used when the she had initiated the conversation. Mikado wonders for a brief second what caused such a drastic change in her attitude- ah.
Perhaps the stranger was what they called⦠a tsundora?
Either way, Mikado is a little off-put once more when the black haired girl gives her an invitation into her rooms. It is, again, a direct contrast to the negative vibe that was emitting from the otherās voice. Perhaps her intentions arenāt negative at all; certainly, the offer to escape the cold belies the angered tone. And Mikado herself understood it is easy to have a discrepancy between beliefs and the presentation of thoughts; she herself had such a trouble mastering the art of melding together the contours of her face and the position of her body and the range and pitch of her childish voice to certain, keyed patterns of emotions.
"Well, I certainly wouldnāt mind coming in, if you really donāt mind. I donāt have much to do right now." Not to mention getting to be acquainted with a few faces and forming connections is never detrimental. Mikadoās fairly positive she will not be murdered by her neighbor, but still, thereās a split second debate between rejecting the offer or entering for the sake of courtesy. "Please forgive me for bothering you."
The pink haired girl steps over the threshold, allowing the other to close the door behind their backs, effectively shutting out the autumn winds. Mikado bows once (a small tilt of her head, really), before standing in place in the hallway, waiting for the other girl to lead.
"Eh- I hope you donāt mind me asking, but could I please have your name? Iām Gomon- Gomon Mikado!" Mikado smiles, allowing a slight look of mock pain cross her features. Itās an effort to relax the slight tension that exists in the air. "The kanji for my given name and my family name are the same, but please donāt make fun of me for that! Itās totally my parentsā fault for giving me such a weird name."
Happy the girl had accepted her poorly worded offer, she continued on into her room. She was sure that her forced voice and inability so be consistent in her statements was confusing for the other. Maybe she would work on her people skills soonā regardless, right now she should focus on the situation at hand. She had invited the girl into her home with the intention of perhaps having a friend in this lonely living situation she had now; but she wasn't doing a very good job. Upon hearing her question she answered calmly and without hesitation.
"I wouldn't make fun of your name for such a reason;Ā I'm Kumiko SatÅ."Ā
Not being the type who knew how to entertain visitors, she tried to hide the fact she wasn't quite sure what to do. Would offering her a drink be a good way to start offā? Might as well try to do so, it was her only idea after all. She grabbed a teabag out of a small box which was placed on her kitchen counter-top, and began the process to make tea for the girl. Kumiko wasn't one who was good at cooking, or doing anything in the kitchen really. She wasn't sure how she came to know how to create tea on the stove either, it probably wasn't a very reasonable way to do if for someone who wasn't very good in the kitchen. While focusing on the tea at hand, she had completely forgotten to even ask the other if she liked tea in the first place. She scrambled back to look at the female and frantically tried to ask, even though it might be too late to ask now when she's already begun.
"Y-you do like to drink tea, correct?"
It certainly made her embarrassed to act on her own accord and assume that the other would like it. Maybe it was common courtesy to fix the other a drink regardless; she wasn't sure with her limited experience with this type of situation. No matter whether it had been the right thing to do or not, it did make her feel quite idiotic, and forced her to show her more embarrassing side. She very rarely came to the point of beingĀ embarrassedĀ since she was normally someone who would just be in anĀ argument, not actually trying to up-hold the others interest. Of course something like this would throw her off, it was her first interaction of this kind in so long. In fact through her fleeting memories she could only remember one time with her mother which she helped entertain company which had arrived at their house.
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It's midnight in Paris and Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the weather won't stop shouting at you. { toikako }
āÆĀ āā Her lashes flutter away the trickling droplets, bronze melting off the hollows of her cheeks. She raises an arm instinctively, protecting herself from the downpour that tinkers and clatters over rusty roofs, cracking concrete, and gloss grass. It cloaks her in a thin veil, shimmering beneath street lights and the faded moon. She sighs.
Right over the valley, she can see the bus stop, her soggy shoes trudging onward at a rate unbeknownst to the bands of red and blue and whatever medley of colour the vehicles that mark the blank palette are. She speeds forward, kicking up water in each grandiose puddle of water that she steps in;Ā just a couple minutes and sheāll make itā just a couple minutes and sheāll be sheltered.
And just within reach, the bus zooms by, and her opportunity home backtracks a good half-hour.
Her eyes droop, feet matching pace as the myriad of beads beam a halo around her. Tightening around the hem of her shirt, lithe fingers count the steps before sheāll be soothed and covered by the shelter at the bus stop. A single ray of light shines upon a blank silhouette, small beneath the grand expanse that surrounds the lone stop. The tiny girl, long-hair braided and off to its side, finds the words passing her lips the moment she finds herself no longer under siegeāĀ "You missed it too?"
A series of unfortunate events. She had spent much of her day looking for a place to go out and have a meal, and been unlucky in doing so. Whether it be caused by her recent arrival to the town and therefor not knowing the streets, or her inability to read maps, it didn't really matter now. After giving up and in turn heading home with the intention of cooking for herself, she headed to the bus stop as it began to rain lightly, and proceeded to very quickly get heavier. She began rushing towards the station faster and faster in the hopes of not getting soaked through her clothes.
Making it to the shelter that the bus stop had to offer before she had become completely soaked, as her intentions were, she let out a sigh ofĀ reliefĀ and started to walk the last few steps in the direction of the bus. It was too late however.Ā The bus had rushed off from the station through the pouring rain before she had the chance to board it;Ā leaving herĀ unaccompaniedā or so she thought. A girl spoke up to her, who had been looking downheartedlyĀ in the direction the bus had just went off into. Looking behind her to find a girl in drenched clothing, who seemed to be in the same predicament.Ā
"It would seem so." She saidĀ miserably.

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Nagging himself to stop returning the tension, his finger tapped the cigarette before slipping it back to his chest pocket. He rather not have someone lecturing him how smoking is dangerous or whatever it is that is painfully related to Japanese law. The dark-haired boy was about to turn around and take his leave since she didnāt look like she needed anything or perhaps because heād like to avoid being in an awkward zone but she started speaking which made him flinch a little before his expression relaxed, pouting like a child before responding back. There was a playful feeling but now is not the time to pay attention to that. āMy.. What a relief.. And here I was thinking youāre mad at me or something..ā A rough hand reached the back of his cold neck and the odd feeling vanished. āYutaka Yoshio. You shouldāve done that earlier without glaring at me, ya know?ā Because he didnāt like being stared as if he murdered someone or something.
Witty, isn't he? Not a trait in a person Kumiko generally disliked. The name he uttered to her wasn't familiar, and it brought up no recollection of who she or he might have been. His features were average, nothing that seemed outstanding. He seemed distant and bored, as if he had no real reason to be in this place at the time. She knew there had to be something that brought him to her attention, she wouldn't simply pick someone at random to interrogate; would she? It was disappointing that he wasn't as spectacular as he had struck her to be within those few moments. While it appeared that she was wrong about knowing him, mistaking a person on the street for someone else isn't such a blunder that she should be ashamed of. He didn't seem necessarily annoyed by anything but the fact she she glared at him, and that would have happened regardless of who she thought of him to be. Deciding to continue the conversation regardless of her mistake, she responded.
"Ah, is that so? I thought it was a wonderful way to greet you. I'm Kumiko."
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Rhubarb was unsure as to how he had ended up in the bookshop. At least, it wasnāt a place he frequented often; he didnāt see much logic in paying to read, when there was much of the same things on the internet. A strong believer in technology, as alwaysāparticularly when he was interested in non-fiction, which was especially easy to access online, it seemed simply pointless. And yet, he was here.
He supposed university insisted in teaching from books often. He could recite the bill. Looking among the shelves, he couldnāt understand why. Didnāt they take up room, while performing functions that could be done by other, more convenient thingsā¦?
He pulls out a thick book, at least caught by his favourite topicāprogramming. As he steps back slightly, opening the pages and scanning a few lines, he bumps into someoneāblinking impassively, he glances at the girl. Had she been reaching for a book? āIām sorry,ā he says, stepping back without changing his expression. Should he say something else? āI wasnāt looking.ā
The book store; a place where mysteries can be answered or made. She was one to enjoy casual reading. While not being a fan of love stories or sc-fi works, she did enjoy reading about supernatural and history, and if a book caught her eye she would sometimes getĀ indulged into books of programming and general computer information.Ā
Making her way through the many isles and sections that the bookstore had to offer, passing by hundreds of books, she came across the electronic section. She was searching for something to do in the new town she had arrived in so a bookstore would be a wonderful place to start. While passing through the rows, she managed to bump into a stranger. Being focused on the books herself, she figured it was her fault for the collision until the boy began to apologize for his carelessness.Ā He had a somewhat emotionless look on his face, his eyes seemed distant and un-interested. Before doing what she normally would have began to do in a situation like this and scolding him, the book he had in his hand immediately caught her attention and her eyes enlightened at the sight of it.
"Ah!ā Is that a book on programming?"
Prodigy. He was once called that. Back in his mind were shattered pieces of his past that includes people he have yet to recognize. Some people say that talent is something you already have since you were born but he wanted to object and tell them that intelligence and skills are something you gain for working hard but then again, they might just laugh and see him as egoistical; brave enough to spout such nonsense because he had the talent, the intelligence and he could even be called as someone perfect so it was useless to struggle. Itās difficult to prove to people that you are not as flawless as they see you to be. But why are these thoughts haunting him all of a sudden? He flickered the stick in his hand as though it was lit and ashes were floating mid-air but it wasnātā it was just as dead as him. Slowly, he glanced up and noticed someone directing their attention towards him and as he stare back, he felt the tension hinted behind the eyes of a female he knew nothing about. It was almost terrifying; having someone glare at you for no reason or even if there was, not like he could avoid being simply scared.
Lost, so lost. Was she lost? Of course. The answers to where she was supposed to go, where she had been, why she was in the place she is in now, none of which can be found. She was lost. Forcing her way back into reality she had continued her glare at the other for enough time for it to make the situation awkward. She turned away for a moment, inhaled, and looked back at the stranger, his face had been covered with either confusion or fear, perhaps a mixture of both. True he may not have done anything wrong to deserve her glare, but she thought of his existence as important for whatever reason that may be. Instead of sitting in the silence this has become, she decided to raise a question to the stranger.Ā The question may be a simple greeting question, but in all honesty it was something she really should be asking herself.
"Who are you?"
To say at the least, Mikado had expected more residents in the complex she now called her home. The emptiness was rather perturbing; she wasnāt one keen for constant company- on the contrary, she preferred solitude and all strange, twisted thoughts that accompanied silence- but not encountering anyone was⦠disturbing.
But she concedes; the veryĀ shineĀ on the facade of the building is enough to inform her that the establishment itself is rather new. She supposes that the ridiculously low living expenses is part of the marketing ploy to gain more tenants. Itās a natural move, and not one she disapproves.
The sunās still overhanging, albeit not as brightly as it would be during the summer. Its overarching rays casts a blinding white across the neatly painted verandas and radiating a faint warmth wherever it hits her skin. The slight shifts from the icy northern wind bites into her flushed cheeks, reminding her that typhoon season is approaching rapidly. A frown pulls at the corners of Mikadoās lips; it is not very good weather, and sheās keen on the idea of relaxing in her new home.
Home. What a strange concept for an unanchored soul.
(Andwhyisthisyourhome?) (IdonātknowIdonātknowIdonātknow.)
Sheās just about to fumble for her keys when the sound of rapid footsteps alert her to anotherās presence. She turns at a half-angle, only to be greeted by a sudden question by a female who looked to be a few years older.
"Eh- well, yes! Do you also live hereā?"
So much for the assumption she was totally alone.Ā
It was so sudden to now have another person living in this apartment, it had been so quiet around here. The girl in front of her didn't seem like she was one to start a fight with Kumiko, and being someone who she would have to encounter a lot, seeming as she was living right next door, she didn't really want to ruin their first meeting by being rude either. She looked toward the girl with eager eyes and prepared to be as nice as she could, answering calmly but with a somewhat forced tone.Ā
"I've lived here for a few days now."
That came out proud, much different than she had intended; after all she didn't really think of this place as a home, or rather she didn't feel at home here. Though, having a conversation outside didn't really interest her, and she reached into her pocket for her key, then proceeded to open her door. Unaware the other had been going to do that just a moment before.
"Would you like to come inside, or stay outside alone?" Taking a moment of silent, yet not a long enough one for the other to respond, she added, "I'll go in by myself if you don't hurry."
Again with such a toneā she really wasn't cut out for this. It could have been worse however, maybe she still had a chance. She let out a sigh and reached in through the doorway to turn on the lights, then looked back and hinted the other to the entrance. She hoped she hadn't misunderstood her intentions, after all Kumiko was trying to lead a random girl that she had just met into her home. If she denied that would be fine too, she wouldn't press the matter any farther if that was to occur.
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The sounds she heard, the sights she saw, the smells in the air, they were all unfamiliar to her. The empty feeling in her heart left her bitter and confused. Looking back nothing made sense to her. Trying to ignore those facts and continue on, she decided to simply head home. The apartment building she found herself living in had been empty for some time now, with every room being vacant except for hers. It would be a lie to say that didn't concern her, but she decided not to dwell on the things should couldn't answer. As she began to reach the door to her home, she was startled to find a girl walking into room 02, the room right beside Kumikos. The girl had long silky hair and an outfit that Kumiko found extremely cute, though she wouldn't say such a thing to her, nor would she wear such a dress herself. As the female began to go into her assumed room, Kumiko unconsciously ran up to her and brought up a sudden question.
"Ahā Did you just move into this building?"

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Two little Soldiers sitting in the sun; Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā One got frizzled up and then there was o n e.
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Ā Ā Ā ā£ā No one knows how long he had been here including himself. The place where his feet were currently stepping on had been secluded from the world he once knew. Of course, that didnāt mean literally, anyhow, itās a terrifying mystery on why did he end up being here of all places. There are a lot of holes in his mind and memories that long gone disappeared and heās not aware of it. A cigarette remained in his parted lips, eyes examining the pavement of the streets and even if his brain tells him that he had resided in this city since he was born, any familiarity doesnāt exist anywhere and thatās been a question for him all along.
Staring up into the cloudy sky above her, she had been lost in thought for some time now. Searching deep into her subconscious for what was missing, yet unable to find the answers she sought. She wasn't quite sure why she came to live in this town, nor how she managed to walk outside of her home onto this unfamiliar street. Scanning the faces around her, the people passing and the buildings she herself passed, do they hold any significance to her? She couldn't say. Her mother and father, they felt so far away in her mind. Pushed aside to the depths of her memories, yet standing out as if it was all she had left. One thing stuck out to her; a man. Looking forward past the crowd, he had the look in his eyes as if he was searching for something as well. Approaching him, she stopped directly in front of him with around two feet worth of space between them. She didn't say anything in particular to begin a conversation, she simply stared, or rather glared into his eyes.
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