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The fallen angel breathed a sigh of relief as Hikaru walked along the streets of her housing district. She knew that Solaris would be moving along just fine with the violinist's new life in the city, though the house was diverging from the brunette's current mansion. She also knew that she had to unpack all of the possessions she transported from her previous life, but she needed a break. The fallen angel needed some fresh air and a tranquil scenery from the indoor task.

She zipped up her hoodie and pulled the hood up, shoving her hands into the pockets. The chill wasn't that prominent compared to Tokyo, but she had to keep herself safe from the cold. Indeed, she was all alone, but she couldn't disturb Solaris as of this current moment, not when she was having a great time elsewhere.

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❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.

Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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○I'm feeling nostalgic and slightly melancholic.
●I'm speaking to Zara at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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”You’re really weird.”

Rile him up? He huffed and puffed, but he supposed if he could be somethig fun for people to toy with, then he’ll be fine. He’ll be able to cope with it. The ride was quiet, save the few hums that would escape the siren’s lips. They were melodies he couldn’t recognized. He had only ever listened to classical music since long before he could remember. It was something unescapable growing up in a family of musicians. Strangely, he was never musically inclined for some apparent reason and he felt as if he’s the odd one out in the family. He still feels this way every now and then, though he never really let it bother him all too much. His mood was sour yet there was not a single trace of frustration upon his expression. He simply couldn’t let it show.

The drive was a little slow, and he enjoyed the empty road, the lovely scenery outside despite the surroundings being dark. It was strangely calm and he enjoyed it. A quiet drive. It reminded him of the days he’d drive around with his wife and she’d cradle his youngest sibling in her arms. They’d go for a drive whenever that little baby boy couldn’t sleep, and he’d feel as if they were a family, as if everything was alright and there was nothing wrong. It feels as if nothing was broken to start with but the funny thing is, they had been broken ever since the doctor struck them with the news. He had lost the woman he loved ever since she locked herself away. Before his thoughts could escalater further, her voice would cut his thoughts short.

A siren. That’s right.

”Oh yeah, they have this.. singing thing. I remember those folklore my teachers would tell me back in.. pre-school maybe?” he remembered. Then again, she seemed a lot different than what people said. ”I think you’re nice- I don’t think you sound as bad as what people speak about sirens!” countered the man almost immediately. The image of her eating a human heart isn’t all that pleasant in his mind either and he’d somehow laugh. He couldn’t imagine her doing any sort of dirty work at all, to be precise. He heaved a small content sigh, glad that this day was finally coming to an end but there was something she said that he wasn’t all too sure about. ”Really? Don’t worry, then. The only thing I’m good at his hair dressing, that’s all-” he chuckled and he thought he was useless back then. ”But I think you have other things you’re good at. Maybe you just haven’t realized it yet?” he shrugged, taking another right turn into Lumiere district. He’s heard they were famous for the waterfall out front. They weren’t wrong. He’d notice her wrapping herself up with his coat, and he’d instinctively turn the a/c lower, in case she caught a cold. He wondered why she never bothered to change out of her outfit.

He could feel her eyes upon him as he drove, and he’d start to question if there were paint residues stuck upon his face. They were quite hard to get rid of after all. But it seems, that wasn’t what she wanted to point out. He was surprised though, since just a couple of days ago, she appeared as if she wanted to bite his head off. ”Oh?” was all he could manage. Thought badly of him? He shrugged. Rigel was one who’s prone to disregarding others’ opinions of him, after all but he did feel rather delightful she thought otherwise. He’d eventually pull up in front of her house, looking around if there were strangers before he’d unlock his car door. ”I guess, I can say the same? I’m happy you aren’t as evil as you appear to ve days before- you’re actually a really nice person!” he answered, leaning back against the car seat, allowing his back to sink in. ”I’m glad you don’t think too badly of me either! I mean no harm! I swear!” he huffed, but it seems people weren’t too prone on noticing that. He wondered if he should drop by the hospital to pay a quick visit to his brother, but noticing how it was slightly past midnight, he suppose he should save it for tomorrow. He’d return his gaze towards her, grateful the coat was covering most of her body, and he’d shoot her that signature goofy grin of his. ”Well, it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you outside for too long- I’ll leave when you’re safely in the house. Make sure to lock the doors, though!” he reminded, feeling rather nostalgic how this situation had once happened with his siblings though they weren’t too eager on hearing his constant nagging. ”Then, have a good night, Zara!”

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Out.Of.Crocodiles: Ahhh then I'll have him drop her off then huehue

Last night after the paintball event had been exhausting as hell, but she had treated herself with enough self-care to make sure that her body was feeling a bit better. There were still bandages on her body and she had applied enough healing salve to speed up the process of regeneration a bit. Because of that, there were still a few bruises from the pellets, and her body would be back to normal after a long while. The memory of the event was still fresh in her head, prompting for an idea for her next artwork. For now, though, she had to settle down and get some fresh air, hence the reason why she was sitting down on the benches located near the streets.

But still, her eyes had caught the sight of an icy wasteland not far from where she was sitting, and... was that Solaris going to enter there? As much as she wanted to stop the violinist, she would become too obstinate, saying it was for the sake of love. She had to leave her alone for now, at least until the crisis was averted.

Time had passed for a while, and to keep herself preoccupied, she had sketched on something from her sketchbook, a form of a draft for her latest work inspired by the paintball event. She would have to paint it soon and even bake the matcha cheesecakes for the blue-haired girl later after a while. But then the familiar fox ears and tail appeared in the corner of her vision and the shinigami looked, only to see that it was the kitsune girl who had been one of the targets of her gun during the event. It looked like her pellets had hurt the poor girl a bit too much, but the brunette would make up for it later. She put the sketchbook down together with her pencil and stood up from the bench, sneakily walking beside her before covering both the blond's eyes with her hands. "Guess who?~"

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Patrick couldn't find what he was looking for so far as he wandered in the streets late in the morning with Hiro. He cleaned up wherever he was told to clean up at just to get this over with. Rather get back to his online business where he paints his cermanics and sculptures and extra secret projects that only his regular clients would know about. "Doubt anyone would paint in the residential district anytime soon. They would have been spotted pretty easily anyways" he thought whistling to himself. He nodded to a couple of shady people walking by because they greeted him first then left on out afterwards. [exit]