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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:22 am
Again she took a moment to observe the camera, perhaps wondering just what anyone on the other side might make of her actions. But a short pause was all it would get, as she scrambled down the stairs with her continued sense of urgency. Of course she'd still fear for his safety more than her own, with little concern of what ramifications there might be in the end. The lack of the presence of others that had been there moments earlier was certainly disconcerting but she had to push it out of her mind for the time being. Can't stop, no time, can't fail, won't fail, him. Haste propelled by fear; numbness borne of necessity.
Some caution kicked in upon the familiar sight of the same grotesque graffiti she'd seen earlier. She was beginning to wonder just what it meant, though with a hand to her face to stifle the smell and with steps taken carefully as to not slip it was easy enough to ignore in that moment. The light provided by the windows was utilized but also largely ignored, her focus fixed upon reaching her destination quickly as her fully opened eye rolled around in its socket in an attempt to take in as much information as it could in spite of her hurried movements.
The inquisitive nature of the quiet Miyabi came across in what ended up as a silent and emotionless stare at what she'd been given. It only seemed lengthy though, as in no time she'd returned her focus to her person that'd brought it, again affirming that it would end up as requested. "Hmm, okay." Already inwardly impatient in regard to just when the recipient would return and trying to ignore any question of 'if' that might surface. That quiet introspection was soon interrupted by the return of Mira with coffee. "Here you are. I think everything's right!" She was more sure than not, at least, as she cheerfully held out the cup lower than the level of the counter as to provide easier access. Amarante's handwritten instructions regarding the coffee were easy enough for Mira to read through, even if somewhat obscured with hearts and other sappy decorations.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 9:56 am
Plunged into darkness, again! Well, this time it was not as bad as the corridor, but not as great as the ward either. There were windows in this room, yes, but only a dusting of light managed to escape the filtering of the thick, dark curtains drawn across them. Just barely bright enough for the various lines and edges to glint, revealing piles and piles of damaged hospital equipment, taken apart with a meticulous hand and put back together with the patience of a child's tantrum. Screws, bolts, power tools, all littered across the parts of floor that were available as foot space, woe betide the one that stepped on one of these by accident! Along the wall were monitor screens, all shut off for some reason, but arranged so that they overlooked a chair and a trainwreck of a desk. But none of the equipment looked old or worn away. The monitors were taken care of by someone with a perfectionist's eye even though they were slathered under a thick, dripping layer, and if it helped, the piles of dismantled machines seemed to still have been of use before their... demise.
But that was not what she came in for, of course. What did she come in for? There was no sign of anyone else in the room but her. There was not even a camera inside to spectate. And for once, the room was quiet enough yet small enough to not echo the sounds of leaky pipes or heart beats back to her sensitive ears. The only ambient noise was from the corridor, the sound of the wind dancing on the windowpanes, but the room itself was a dead silence.
Nothing.
Except that smell. That was everywhere in the room, plastered around in the form of a Pollock work, abstract swerves and splatters and -
- someone whispered. A wrench on top of a pile teetered, dropped onto the floor with a squelch. The ripples in the ankle-deep goop spread out, the white crescents curling around the puddle's shape, the edges of the pile, the wrench and the crumpled ball, the wall, so on and so forth until they faded away.
But surely the masked oracle had not followed her, even if the whispering sounded like his. There's no one in the corridor, no warden, no scruffy, no kids, no doctor. But he should be here, logic dictated. Question was, where exactly?
Happily, she took her order from Mira, but hesitated upon bringing it down to her eye level. "Oops," she muttered, putting her drink on the floor to try and reach the counter. "Um, hey, auntie? Can I have one extra cup? I forgot to ask for the coffee in separate cups, sorry! And thank you also!" But who drank coffee from separate cups? Alone? But understandable, if the 'blend' was to his standard, then even one mouthful might land her in a sugar coma a few hours later.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:40 am
Letting her eye trace its way around what faint outlines of light could be found in the room was the best distraction she could provide herself in order to ignore just what kind of situation she was deliberately walking into. Or, just what she was walking into. That she'd managed to stay clean for so long previous to the latest part of her adventure was the real surprise, as she'd gone in knowing that she might come out of it at least a little roughed up. To have a perfectly good pair of heels end up ruined was to be expected, even if she wasn't quite sure just what was ruining them. And the squishy sensation of thick liquid between skin and leather she expected to set in at any moment after stepping into the room wasn't unfamiliar to her, but no matter how many times she'd experienced it she could never get used to that feeling.
Before she had much time to investigate the place the slightest of sounds had her on edge, arms out in preparation for whatever might show up. "Who's there." It came out as a demand rather than a question, her voice low and taking on a raspy quality as if she were the predator in the situation rather than the obvious prey. The sound was still very much her, but not a match to her usual tone at all. She began to circle across the room, maintaining her position within the room but still refusing to be a standing target. Would there be identification? Or would there just be a fight?
An extra cup was in all likelihood one of the least strange requests Mira'd had while working at that place for the years that she had so she was happy enough to oblige. Popping another cup off of the stack, she leaned down to offer it to the girl. "There you go. Enjoy, and come again!" Green hair withstanding she was probably the most normal sort of person one could run into in such a place, just happening to be in the employ of a fantastical and infamous sort of creature. Miyabi had resigned herself to sitting at the bar, delivery placed upon the counter as she went back to quietly waiting around. At least there might be something interesting to be had when Amarante came back, if the conditions of said delivery spoke anything of its contents.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 4:33 am
The whispering floated out again, only this time a little less whispery and a little more 'Sorry'. And then quiet. But the source was from nowhere in particular? Or everywhere, more like. Who could tell, in this wonderland of the unexplainable? Try explaining how her feet nearly always managed to land in a dry messless patch after the first step ended up with the chilly treacly stuff all over her foot, then. No explanation, no siree.
The curtains flapped, sending a bolt of sunlight dashing across the floor. Other than that, quiet, no more movement other than her, and the watchful eyes and bated breaths of so many others who dare not follow her in, either for fear of startling her or getting rended apart by either of the room's occupants. There probably was a reason why the room had not been cleaned up yet, quite on the contrary given the expected hygienic standards of such a facility.
"Thank you auntie!" Off she goes to the nearby table, popping open the top of her drink and pouring it into the spare cup. Not until the cup had only half left to spare did she stop, clap the lid back on and pushed the spare onto the counter beside the special delivery. "Sospeso. It's for sharing!" she laughed merrily, then grabbing the rest of her drink and skipping out the door. "Okay! Thank you aunties, I'm going home now! Bye bye!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:38 pm
With a low growl being her initial response, what followed wasn't predatory in the least; eye glazed and face flushed in exasperation as she started in. "I didn't ask for an apology! I--" Seized up by a sudden sinking feeling, she couldn't say anything more. It was familiar, wasn't it? Dizziness began to set in, and with her eye shut she crouched down to try to maintain her balance. Hands meeting the sides of her face for a moment, she was very much trying to not be overwhelmed by an idea that she'd only just started to consider. Once she'd stabilized herself, with arms folded over her knees she gave the substance on the floor a hard stare. Reality was cruel. They both understood that much. With a slow gaze over the glossy surface she began to try to make sense of the matter. "Where are..." She cut herself off. It wasn't enough. Obviously they were together in the room as far as she was concerned, only maintaining a semblance of distance for her own state of mind. Having to inquire further brought on the beginning of a sick feeling that was impossible to ignore, but she had to do it regardless. "Are you... ?" The words ended up caught in her throat. Eye fixed upon the floor, she reached out a cupped palm in its direction. She had to know, no matter how much it'd hurt.
It really seemed that somehow being easily startled was genetic, as the unexpected gesture had the very focused Miyabi snapped out of her deep thoughts and sitting up straight in an instant. Fingers of one of her hands meeting one of her temples she'd ended up flushed as well, in what ended up as red wash across her pale face. Which was certainly funny to Mira, who hadn't seen that side of Miyabi in quite some time. Stifling her laughter wasn't enough though as Miyabi's sharp stare ended up upon her anyway. "St-stop laughing!" Mira waved farewell to the girl upon her exit but Miyabi was still too embarrassed to manage anything more than some uncertain eye contact. Which eventually made it back to what had surprised her in the first place with much uncertainty. "...Is this for me?" Mira shrugged, not knowing any more than Miyabi. "Best not to waste it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 9:36 pm
"Nearly." Louder, but more distant, and it did not match the doctor's voice, not by a mile, and way too detached for someone possibly turned into wall paint. Whoever it was had a good aim in maybe a near-death state or not, for it was such a coincidence that a large drop of the gunk would peel itself off the ceiling and land straightaway in her outstretched hand. Heavy with the weight of something wrapped inside, the implicitly gory present could have easily passed for a ball wrapped in frogspawn, had said frogspawn not actually die instantly in this medium.
But hey, the ball felt warm. Hot, even. The thin ring of goop around it was bubbling slightly, as if her hand was the pot over a flame. And somehow having a mini epileptic fit, if that made sense.
Which led to an echoing series of footsteps turning and walking a little away from the doorway behind her. Great, ninja staff also, like she has not enough on her plate already! But she was to be given privacy, that much was understood. And best to keep other nosy parkers from wandering near the area too, in case an incendiary temper happened to fuel her mournfulness.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 11:40 pm
The answer given was a mismatch for her fragment of a question, but its meaning was clearly realized. Reeling backwards some with tight muscles and nausea rising, she still managed to receive what she seemed to have been given. She scrambled to hold it in both hands, unconcerned to any stains her gloves might take but visibly trembling as she pulled her arms in more closely. Her throat reacting involuntarily with a stiff swallow, a painful mix of both agony and shame began to manifest itself upon her face and especially in those accursed sockets. "I couldn't--" The dry, quiet words were cut off as her face contorted to bear the pain it was given. Helplessly looking at what in a way were remains, a familiar feeling of despair made itself known within what misery was already present within her hunched form. Again, again. Taking it on as a personal responsibility and subsequent failure came naturally, due to the level of attachment involved. Even if her objective was beyond reason, the devastation involved in being unable to save anyone so dear took its toll upon her as if wounds.
What she perceived as her past failures weighed heavily upon her psyche, but it was left only bowed rather than broken due to her gleaned meaning of that 'nearly.' She'd still failed, but he wasn't beyond saving. Right? That was something, wasn't it? The assessment of those nearby and ignored by her person was oddly adroit, as the expression she bore upon finding her feet again could hardly be considered happy. And while what manifested couldn't threaten any person or the structure itself, it could clearly be seen and to a lesser extent be felt. With a pale red energy she resonated, not with any one person but with the earth itself. Not the subdued resonance meant to cajole and beguile, but the unrefined energy of an ancient machinist. Energy used to assist with repairs that she'd called involuntarily, though she did seem to have her own designs on just how to fix the situation.
"Tell me, how I can help." Her monotone words made plain her intentions. It wasn't a question of if she could help or not. She was going to, and that was that. And if her desperation visibly manifesting itself in the form of her connection with the earth wasn't enough, she began to flicker softly with a superimposed afterimage of her true self as her emotions continued to rise. Again she demanded an answer of no one in particular, aggravation clear in both the tone and volume of her words. "Tell me what to do to save him!" An odd grinding rattle could be heard for a moment, even if its source remained concealed. Quietly her face had malfunctioned, reacting to her own immense feelings rather than acting as a conduit to the energy of others as intended. While her functionality wouldn't be damaged by any sort of brief error, the searing pain still made itself known even among everything else already torturing her. Steadfastly she still refused to jeopardize whatever she held, only craning her neck some in reaction to her elevated level of suffering. She stared at it with both disbelief and hope. Was that all that was left? It couldn't be true. But, it was all she had.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 6:00 pm
Discussion, discussion. How to put across the point without damaging her already unstable storm of emotions? Eh, need a bit of help here, before things start exploding or something? This was harder than expected.... But there was only one solution, really.
"You could go home."
Limited speech and fighting to stay in contact without actually plummeting into the room aside, that was probably the last thing she wanted to do. And the last thing he would have wanted to do, walk on right out of the hospital and track goopy footprints everywhere. And she might get mad at supposedly not being able to help. What else was there to say without outright affecting things more? Oh, if only there was an off switch for the annoying butterfly effect.
Psst, make her feel safer or something, she's been through enough. The lights in the hallway behind her dimmed to life, marking her path out in sunset yellow. Ironic, a day as such gone so awry, how would one repair it? First step would be clearing all sorts of entities that might get damaged if she runs into them, so that's done. Never mind if the staff comes running and mad. Deal with this first. Oh, and let them know that they don't want to startle the witch.
Perhaps it might be good news after all, if she could recover. Takes times, but it's always repairable with people like them, right? Right?
Maybe there are ways of inflicting trauma outside of ripping off locks.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 1:26 am
With the exasperated huff that followed, it was clear that she wasn't convinced by the solution that'd been suggested to her. "What? What good would that do?" Of course it could be argued right back at her just what good there'd be in staying, but she'd ignore that. She seemed to have calmed down some at least, no longer imaging and back to a petulant if glowy tsundere. Having an emotionally charged ancient weapon hanging around was far from an ideal situation but what seemed to be a disaster waiting to happen was actually factoring into keeping the place quite safe. From her, at least. Her feelings for him were apparently enough to equate to at least some reverence for a place she didn't particularly enjoy, as she'd been far more mindful than had likely been expected of her.
But she was still unhappy, not seeking some sort of satisfaction out of the situation but still feeling too unsettled to be able to leave peaceably. Demands turned into pleas as her voice began to falter. "Why? Why do you want me to leave?" Loyal to a fault, and incredibly reluctant to leave without an obvious reason or any sort of assurance. And if that was whatever had been deposited within her hands was meant to be, she couldn't make any sense of it. "And what is--" Staring at it more only further fed her frustration, voice faltering more and wavering just short of quiet sobs. "I don't understand at all." There'd be no crying, not just yet at least. But she was clearly crestfallen, resigning herself to an unceremonious seat upon the floor as her legs were too numb to support her anymore.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 5:39 pm
It could be pointed out that she would be leaving too anyway, but too many words and too high a risk of forcing an outcome. Better choose what to say carefully.... Would it be better if nothing at all was said? Or maybe gently push her along with her motivations, ah....
"So you can get back to your date after a quick cleanup."
Harsh, but it was pretty much the only available source of motivation that was visible at the moment. And the most questionable. How was she going to go on a date if the date was missing, anyway? But reasoning was reasoning, so... "Would you rather stay?" came the question, the sarcasm hidden behind the squelch sounds. Like she would like to stay, considering all that was shown.
".... You'd be less scared in a familiar place." Nearly said 'she'd be more happy'! No touchy that! There might be more, if she didn't like the prospect of going home and getting the stuff off her and maybe relaxing a bit before figuring out the rest herself. Not going to force that outcome however. Can't.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:40 am
That something she'd practically forgotten about at that point would suddenly be brought up so casually left her feeling more confused than anything else. And without any sort of figure to focus upon, her confused looks ended up in a cycle of examining the room back and forth some before finally voicing her determination. "I'm not going by myself," she retorted, not offended but some irritation creeping into her voice anyway. Taking into consideration the robot's callous suggestion from earlier, it seemed that a message kept repeating itself at her. A message that would continue to be adamantly rejected in one way or another, as every repetition of being told to forget him or leave him behind just made her hold on even tighter. Though somehow she hadn't been provoked further at present, but instead had ceased resonating and sat back up some. Better to be confused than downtrodden, it seemed.
"Who's s-scared?" Though frustrated that her presentation didn't quite match up to her message, with a sulky sigh she continued anyway. "The thought of you not being all right is more scary than any place you might end up." The stubborn pout didn't stay for long, though, as with a curious look around the room she gently approached what she considered to be an important but sensitive matter. "Why is it that you won't show yourself?" Though her legs still tingled she was able to stand up again, finally able to calmly explain her perspective of the situation. "I said that I'd wanted to see you, and that I wouldn't linger afterwards." Seemed that she hadn't forgotten and still intended to stay true to her word, but she hadn't exactly found what she'd been looking for just yet either. Smiling to herself some, she decided that it couldn't hurt to remind him of something. "You're still you, to me, no matter the form." Shouldn't he have known that by now? In her flurry of emotions she hadn't once thought to look up, so it seemed that the decision was still his alone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:14 am
".... Me?" Oh, oh dear. She must have been mistaken. This was not the time to be stealing girlfriends! And it was completely accidental to boot! But before the words came blurting out, better to shush. Explaining that there were no functional vocal cords 'in the room' might ruin hers, 'in the goop' would render the doctor mute upon next recovery, 'present in the delivery manner of this message' would silence her invisible helper permanently. "Please, take that with you and go home. Be careful not to expose it to any direct light too quickly as well." Oops, that was a slip-up. Now something bad might just happen if she did. She wouldn't, right? Not when she was cradling that oh-so-precious, disgustingly gory memento?
Okay, word this properly, don't trip again! "I'm not who you..." think he is? What is this, a romance story? "... who you think you're talking to." Close and level, don't let any sudden inflections twang the carefully controlled meaning. "I cannot answer for him either." The want to reassure her that things were going to be alright anyway was instinctive, but that had to be put away for the moment. No making more of a mess please.
This is hard, but there were only so many colours the medium could be paint - hey.... The nice blues were already taken anyway!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 12:48 am
Out of all the reactions the individual might have expected out of her, the one received was possibly the one considered the least likely to have happened. "...Hahaha!" Probably more than a little jarring to hear laughter anywhere inside that building after such a day, but she seemed to be perfectly fine with her attempted message delivery going awry. Rocking back on her heels some, with one of her usual sighs she went right into explaining. "Haa~ I had to try, you know? I never get to know who I'm talking to these days, nor know who might be listening. Mrr~" Flustering any sort of unseen entity was fine as long as her message was able to get across as far as she was concerned. Any annoyance present in her voice dissipated within the next moment, smiling some at what she held as she made the effort to say what was likely already known to whoever happened to hear. "I can't say I really mind. Because it's him, you know." Not just anyone deserved all that time and effort of hers, after all, even if he took far more than most would be willing to part with. But what were any number of ridiculous hoops to jump through for someone that was already a ridiculous person? The 'challenge' and its serendipitous taker fit together almost too well.
And after a laugh at her poor luck and failed communication efforts, finally there was some sort of detail concerning whatever she'd been given! "Hnn, simple enough. Light and I aren't on the best of terms." What to do in the meantime, though? "Ehh~" Probably a little unceremonious to have to dump her cigarettes into her handbag and use the open and now empty cigarette case as some sort of nest, but it'd manage well enough. It was safe from the light but not squished into anything; simply sitting on top of the other bag contents upon a sizable metal tray. That taken care of, she agreed with the assessment that she should be on her way as she was without any further reason to stay. "Mm. And thanks. I think." No reason to be impolite about it all, any further anyway, but just who she was thanking for what was definitely as unclear as ever. That feeling of despair still lingered as well, and with a discouraged sigh she couldn't help expressing as much. "I had no illusions of charging in here and 'saving' him, or anything but... I really hadn't wanted it to be as bad as I'd expected, either." No decrying what had happened, just quiet if troubled acceptance. Expecting it hadn't made it any easier to deal with, and becoming accustomed to it would likely take time. It seemed too unlikely to be an isolated incident. With a small wave to no one she could see, she left the room.
And as much as she just wanted to get out of there, exiting properly to show whoever she'd dealt with earlier she was true to her word probably wasn't a bad idea. As tedious as that was, what with having to keep walking over stairs and through hallways and so on with what could easily be mistaken for the heavy steps of an unhappy child. And though she said nothing her mind was certainly filled with the grumbling to be expected from someone worn out from a trying day. She just couldn't find the exit soon enough.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:26 am
That.... went better than expected. Phew. And defused the situation too, that was a bonus! "Sorry," the bodyless voice laughed. "I can't get out of bed at the moment, so this had to do." Now that that was said, it certainly had to. Might as well let her in a little on who her unseen mission control was, it couldn't hurt. Not so much. Unless she got questioned but what were the odds of her yielding? "Please pardon our stares earlier, there was a lot of noise outside and I thought you were one of them." A relieved tone won't bother much. "But now I know you aren't, so..." ... so help was offered, and maybe later, blows would be averted? "... so I'm glad that you made it to the room safely." And didn't outright start taking her frustration on the room itself. Maybe she just didn't know about that either, there was hardly any light as it was.
Should? Should not? Get her hopes up? Dash them? Smile. ".... Then maybe it isn't an illusion, just like someone waking up from a bad dream. You could expect the same." She wouldn't mind that, would she? A saving grace. Don't talk too much though, too much manipulation and the person who lured her in would know there was a spanner in the works. Surely an unshown smile would cheer her up, even if it was going to be the unlikeliest of chances.
Well, okay, maybe just a bit of help. Surely she deserved pity, walking right into a trap instead of her expected excitement. "There's the emergency exit sign. Goodbye." And ping, that green rectangle lights up, at the stairwell end of the corridor. Everyone knew the routes for emergency exit, but clearly she would not. Hopefully it didn't come as too much of a shock if she pushed open the stairwell door and ended up with the sunlight in her face. Or maybe it might. She did say that... Oops. Slipped again. Oh well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 6:00 am
Pausing for a moment to reflect upon what she'd been told, some sense of uncertainty began to surface. "A 'bad dream,' huh." Equating any part of her reality for the past number of months to any manner of dreams was likely meant as a matter of comfort, but there was a great amount of reluctance involved in easing into that relaxed way of thinking. Categorizing any of her experiences as outside of reality seemed like too much, especially when they involved him. Her deliberate choice to stay unchanged while venturing into that place said as much, seeking him out while still wearing something he'd given her. Tangible evidence and memories were far from ineradicable but removing his influence from she herself would still be far more difficult than what she interpreted as an effort to dispose of he himself. Sorting out the animosity she had just below the surface regarding all that would have to wait, as her time there at present was already long since spent. Though lacking any real visuals to that extent she'd essentially been told that he still lived, and that had to be enough.
An emergency exit ended up as both relief and a pain; freedom for a trapped body and aches for an eye that hadn't been assaulted by sunlight in a while. Even though the true source of her chronic light sensitivity remained as securely covered as it generally was she still grumbled anyway, shielding her face with one arm while cutting through space with the other. Out of the light and into near darkness in all of seconds! With shades secured and curtains closed tight very little of the brightness from the outside world could bother her in that dark apartment. A dull silvery light from all of a single bulb illuminated the table where the usual concerned figure that ended up waiting for her sat, grey eyes following her as she made it a point to deposit something upon the bed in the near complete darkness of the bedroom. A moment's consideration was put into perhaps putting it on a plate instead, but disregarded. The cigarette case was probably still just fine.
She'd returned alone. It was troubling. But there was no indication of anything really being amiss, so... "What's that?"
Lighthearted as usual as she returned to the table, her answer was just as casual if somewhat possessive. "Don't know, but it's mine." A clever grin had appeared upon her face anyway. Wasn't really much use in guessing, was there? A very much wait-and-see sort of ordeal. It didn't stop her from making a similar inquiry about the neatly-bagged package upon the table, however. "What's that?"
"Don't know, but it's yours." Two strange things for her all at once? What a banner day! And in a show of their shared genetic information both gave a small shrug to each other, resulting in both being somewhat embarrassed by their similar nature of shrugging things off in such a fashion. It wasn't the only similarity, as one grey eye had definitely noticed two darker grey eyes fixed in the direction of the bedroom. "Can I... ?" "No, you can't take it to the lab." A triumphant little smile met a defeated pout in knowing just where the conversation was going and beating her to the punch.
"I'd appreciate something being taken care of on your way home, though." "Being... ?" Miyabi hardly had the time to ask before with one flourish everything Amarante had been wearing was in a neat pile upon the floor, facial covering included. The bare face of course being more of a sight to her than the nudity, generator free to be uncovered due to the low light. Between the grey in one eye and silvery glow of pearl in the other the result was more of being odd-eyed than one-eyed. Cheerfully she gathered up the bundle of things and handed it to her less than impressed progeny. "Please drop this off at the cleaners. The usual rate, even if there's no blood involved this time." A nod agreed to the request, and a sigh expressed disapproval. "Is it really necessary to be so showy about it, though." A laugh acknowledged the exasperation, but mostly, shrugged it off. "You'll learn, you'll learn~" Whatever that happened to mean, a concerned smile and a hand upon Miyabi's shoulder showed care towards the girl's situation. "Go home and try to relax. Everything's going to be all right, hnn?" It had to be, didn't it? In one way or another. "And I will eat something, just after a bath, so don't worry." The mouth that was about to strongly suggest just that snapped shut, smiling sheepishly instead. "All right. I'll see you later." An opening of her own and she was gone.
With an exaggerated stretch she made her way towards what her mind was now decidedly focused upon. "Bath, bath~" But... one more curious look over her shoulder towards the bedroom. Just in case. In case of what? Regardless. That done, she turned back towards her destination. "Bath." She went inside, and closed the door after her.
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