Heaven's Hole

     “Happy birthday Kiara…”

     “Thank you...”

“That’s not a scarf or a piece of jewelry!”

    Silence pools in the interim of conversation. It continues to pour and fill the room, with one participant having finished speaking and the other having yet to pick it back up. Eventually it becomes too much, the shop drowns in silence, yet Kiara continues to hold a soft pensive expression.

   The nun was intent on continuing her games, it seemed, much to Hakuno’s own chagrin. There was something the nun had uttered prior to her eventual demise in the Moon Cell that had stuck with Hakuno, haunting her. That Kiara believed Hakuno to not be much different from herself. 

     The undeserved kindness soothes her bones, much more than any healing spell ever could even if her ankle was actually in pain. She watches Hakuno with quiet amber eyes, smile drifting into a nuetral expression overtime.

sesshouin

      ❝Hmmm...?❞

“… If… you want to ask me about the nature of an object, that’s fine. But I don’t quite appreciate people telling me what they’ve ‘found’ in my store when it’s not something from my store, Miss. I don’t deal in items of… er… well…”

     Tilting her head, Kiara keeps her eyes locked innocently on the now obviously uncomfortable merchant. Yet she is not one to so easily bend, continuing her pure charade of not understanding this at all.

— { ✦ } sesshouin​

     The smile is returned immediately, warming even further as the stranger offers her title. 

The Valentine stared at the woman coddling the baby bird. Was it really that important?

      ❝Have you ever heard of the concept of karma? What you put out will eventually come back your way... Of course, even if it doesn’t, I wouldn’t mind.❞ Gazing at the bird with the affection of a God-driven woman, she rises.

     Once the other took the cone, Morgan beamed up at the woman and smiled, although when asked if they had met before, it would be a minute or two as he squinted at her a bit, trying to remember who she was. Quickly perking up, he’d nod his head. 

     Kiara’s positively tickled when he remembers, beaming as if grateful he had recognized her.

► —— Either Junko was getting rusty at this whole ‘spotting impure people’ gig or this nun was trying to pull the wool over her eyes. Considering Junko had the utmost confidence in her abilities, however, she was quick to assume the latter considering she didn’t seem too quick to try and move away after the arm had been thrown around her. Had this nun truly been against it, she would have at least shied away physically. That was human nature.

     Kiara wasn’t as clueless as she liked to pretend to be. Even if Junko hadn’t intended anything at all she would have warped her words into something primitive, already indulging in glances over the stretches of exposed skin the other girl showed off so proudly.

     “O-Oh…. I didn’t realize how late it was! I think      I should be OK with wandering around at night.      Although…”

     How funny, in the low-light of a glowing moon the girl’s posture and voice might lead the nun’s thoughts somewhere familiar. But Kiara is not jarred by such things that easily.

Yamashina’s face fell pale. His eyes ran across the floor desperately looking for trace of the key. No, nothing. He couldn’t spot a glint of it. Features straining he shot a glare at the nun.

     He was yelling... She deserved that, though. Kiara can only hang her head in repentance, accepting all of his rage and confusion.

   “Look, as much as I’d like to help out yer big uh… social experiment? I don’t see whatcha gotta experiment for. I’m plenty social! I gotta lotta friends at school! What kinda experiment doesn’t even have li'l frogs you cut into, or those beakers that have stuff that looks like kool-aid in ‘em? ‘sides, I gotta be home by dinner tonight, or my dad’s gonna get real sore an’ ground me if he finds out, an’ trust me, he will…”

     ❝ Oh no, please go on... ❞ No, actually, she’s kind of half-stopped so you’re half-right, right?