no boys allowed

“I-is that not the correct term?" She asked, jumping backwards in fright as the other had yelled. "I suppose it could be a slang-! When asked, people often say that they had ‘died’ it. Which is strange, for wouldn’t the term ‘killed’ suit it better? After all, died is a verb… And hair is not a living thing, no?" And now she was rambling nonsense. "If it were…! Why, I wouldn’t want to cut it anymore. Imagine the pain it must fo through.”

Heather shifted, gulping slightly. “However! Your hair is very lovely, and I would like to have such a shade of color as my hair. It’s very creative! After all, yellow hair is quite common… yet not really. But it’s certainly not as common as pink or blue hair.”

Confidence quickly turned back into embarrassment as the compliments returned back to her hair. "A - At least you don't stick out like a sore thumb. Stupid and idiotic things -- What do people call them these days..? Oh yeah, men. They always pick on me for having this hair color." Val said, in which she proceeded to angrily grind her teeth together.

Her face soon relaxed at the mention of the treat. "Oh yes!" She cleared her throat, thinking her reply was too enthusiastic. She shifted into a more comfortable tone. "Y- ... Yes. I like them a lot." 

"Well, I’m 17. It’s not really a big gap." he said, trying to add a content tone to his voice. He failed. It sounded as it always did. "…Uuh, and sometimes I teach her the school subjects she dislikes… Since I’m in a higher grade."

And at this point, Yuudai might have backfired the entire lie: he was obviously unaware of the fact the girl next to him was considered a prodigy, while himself, well, was a standart/low student. The only thing Yuudai considered being good at were his illusions; yet, he couldn’t compare his ability to anyone’s else, since he’s never found any like him.

"Dance!" An outburst from Val, for it was the best excuse to make her mother less skeptical. "He's helping me with my dance class and the routines... and such.." Lies on top of lies. Hopefully, the ground wouldn't crumble.

"It isn't a bother at all! Now that I've understood, you must come! I want to see the routine!" Her step mother nudged even more. Her annoying, persistent step mother. "You have to come! You are Valeria's first friend, after all." With her step mother beaming like that towards fake Lucy, there wasn't a sure outcome that everything would be alright. When her step mother wanted something, she would grip it with her talons, and would not let go until her prey surrendered. Her mom was scary, that fact she already knew.

"Val. Alright, I’ll call you Val." Exciting. This girl actually wanted to tell her what her name was. She came to realize that it was unimportant to do something like that unless they were willing to see her again. That meant she was going to see Valeria again some day, right? 

Unwilling yet again, but at least Val has dubbed Dakota as something, somewhat positive. Her head perked at the word 'telescope'. She had always wondered what it was like to look into and out from those mechanisms. So with fiddling fingers, she walked closer to Dakota. "C- could I... see your telescope?" Her eyes circling the ground as she spoke, hesitant to reveal any obvious interest.

"Stupid cashiers, and their stupid ID shit." The grumbles from the tall male seemed to sound much louder in these alleyways, not that Remi was worried about anyone hearing him. "All I wanted was a smoke, but nooo. Gotta have fuckin’ ID. Do I not look 18 to you?” 

By the sound of it, the male was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes, if only to relieve some of this stress plaguing him, but he encountered a huge wall in his efforts — angels don’t have human ID’s. Through his mumbling, the sound of metal hitting concrete broke though, just enough to get him to shut up for a moment.

Why hadn't it been a woman? A girl? A dog, at least! It just had to be a man. Luck seemed to work in the oddest ways, and certainly not in her favor. Val let go of the breath she had been holding as quietly as possible, but found it difficult for she was shaking in between. Oh no. She was not scared. Especially towards someone who couldn't form a proper sentence without inserting a filthy cuss word. 

Val hoped that the man would reassure himself that it was a cat, but the increasing footsteps heading towards her, said otherwise. Why were simpletons so curious? Couldn't they leave things as they were? Stupid men and their stupid curiosity -- Great. Now she was beginning to talk like him. 

There was a slight pause, and Heather blinked at the girl, a mildly confused expression on her face. “But then… where else should I put them?" She inquired, thinking of the delightful treat that she had eaten not too long ago. "If not my mouth, how else can I enjoy the treat?" What a silly girl the pinkette was. Wait.

The topic of her hair made her fiddle with a strand. "Ah. Um... Thank you." Never really good with words when she was being flat out shy. "Y.. Yeah, I was born with -- WHAT? I didn't kill anything!" Her stumble of words suddenly turned into a high pitch yell when the girl asked the weird question at the end.

        I could show you what you want to see,

                                                and take you where you want to be.

valryprecocious

»  ❁  «  Oh, dear. There was a knock on the Geisha house doors, yet Aimi was the only Geisha here. The others were off for today, and usually no one came in. But sometimes she’d get weary travelers who didn’t know their schedule, or newcomers who were scouting the place for beautiful women.

Nonetheless, she had to answer the door and try to be polite as possible.

Seeing it was a woman, Val felt so relieved, she almost broke out crying. But there was no way she was going to let herself do that; she sniffed instead and kept her glossy eyes on the ground. 

"Please help me, miss. I'm lost... I - I don't know where I am." Every word shook by the tremble of her bottom lip.

He was on the edge of leaving his usual indifferent face behind, and lifting his features with a dreamy smile, when someone pointed at him, what made him almost jump out of his skin, and called.

Not him.

But Lucy.

Who the hell was Lucy?

Yet, Jin’s mind worked quickly to join the points: The girl, the woman, her expression full of anxiety. It wasn’t of his business, but somehow, he felt like helping that child. But unfortunately, his lack of acting skills wouldn’t allow him to pass by a friendly, ‘ray of sunshine’ person.

“…oh, there you are.” He said, pretending he was looking for the shorter girl. The black haired boy then bowed his head lightly to the older woman, putting himself next to Val. “…hajimemashite, miss. I’m Yuudai Jin, but my classmates gave me this nickname for some reason I’m not aware of, and now everyone calls me that.”

Then, he looked at the smaller girl, tapping her head lightly.

Her mother was looking a bit skeptical. Valeria gulped hard. Her mother returned the greeting back to the boy and tested his name out herself. "Yuudai Jin? I never would have expected my daughter to hang out with a boy much older than herself."

Just go already. Don't ask questions. Don't ask-- Hey, watch that hand punk. Her jaw tensed, restraining the urge to smack the hand off her head. 

"How did you two meet?" Yet, she asked questions anyways. "Actually, let's talk over lunch at our house! I insist." NO. Val was averse to the idea of eating lunch with this boy. If she wouldn't eat dinner with her father there was no way in hell, she was going to do that. But she couldn't talk back. Her mother would suspect something. It was all up to his answer now, which Val hoped it was to decline her offer.

Passing a sigh the boy placed the book down, clambering out of his chair before heading back to the aisle where he originally found the title. He came to the library to escape from his thoughts, not become emotionally invested in them. It was about time he picked up something new, maybe an action adventure? Or perhaps something a little more victorian? The very thought on what lied ahead made the corners of his lips begin to twist upwards. Maybe i’ll even get a—-

A sharp pain suddenly took hold as he stumbled back, his book falling straight to the ground with a soul-wrenching thump. Instantly he looked up in a state of wild confusion, only to see a figure mirroring his very own facial expression. Abruptly, he paled, realising what he had done. “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, “I didn’t see you there… Do you need any help?”

Val stood near the bookshelves as she read a book about programming. While her eyes darted from one paragraph to the next, her surroundings became more and more insignificant to her. Therefore, when she literally got run over by someone taller than her, she fell down with a yelp. Completely paralyzed for a second. Her book fell down, but not as dramatic as she did. Val was flustered-- embarrassed, and when she looked up at who did it-- she was angry. Of course, it was a boy. He was probably being obnoxious just because she was short. She quickly stood up and narrowed her eyes at the other. 

"Watch where you're going! Other people go here too, so stop walking around here like you own the place!" She reprimanded him, disregarding the fact that he may have been older than her. She swiftly bent down to pick up a book - unfortunately not hers - and passed by him without another word.

how my heart behaves // feist