Kasubata Shizuru [霞流閑瑠] (
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Who: Shizuru, Mirai.
What: Forgetting.
Where: A club.
When: Night of Sunday 5/7.
The table was well-stocked with drinks tonight. Shizuru, it seemed, had no problem with picking up the tab.
The beat was strong in her ears, but unlike last time, there was no part of her that was moving to it. Her usual carelessness seemed to have shifted to... something peculiar. Sluggishness married to a strange sort of restlessness, laxness in tension with tension. Every so often, she'd start fiddling with something -- her hair, her hat, her drink.
But at the moment, her arms were splayed across the back of the couch, long spindly legs -- mostly bare -- crossed lazily, head tilted back to stare off into the middle distance.
What: Forgetting.
Where: A club.
When: Night of Sunday 5/7.
The table was well-stocked with drinks tonight. Shizuru, it seemed, had no problem with picking up the tab.
The beat was strong in her ears, but unlike last time, there was no part of her that was moving to it. Her usual carelessness seemed to have shifted to... something peculiar. Sluggishness married to a strange sort of restlessness, laxness in tension with tension. Every so often, she'd start fiddling with something -- her hair, her hat, her drink.
But at the moment, her arms were splayed across the back of the couch, long spindly legs -- mostly bare -- crossed lazily, head tilted back to stare off into the middle distance.
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"Hey. Do you think I'm a bad guy?" he asked suddenly, the smile dropping from his face. "People are good judges of character, right?"
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Shizuru cocked her head slightly, sending her hair in a cascade toward one shoulder, then rolled one shoulder in what was probably a shrug. "What's it matter? People think what they want. Not worth caring about."
One arm swooped down languidly to grab her own drink.
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"No," he said quietly. "I suppose not." He knew that if he were alone he might have been crying. "I'm just interested to know what you think, you know?" Her opinion about him couldn't be as worse as some of his family's.
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Shizuru wasn't really used to people asking her opinions about things. She offered another shrug. "Not really? Y'do what you want. 'S not bad."
She swung her feet up onto the couch, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded him curiously. "Why?"
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"Well, many don't think like that," he pointedly answered. "Everybody gives it in the neck whenever you step outside, you know? Some lying little Hirihitos in suits. Society," he added hastily, "doesn't give much credence to thought."
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Her voice, peculiarly, lost a little of its usual slow, dreamy quality when she added, "Not worth dealing with."
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He began to feel like an oracle. "I can't see Yachiyo letting you get away with that."
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Her legs slid over the side of the couch and she rose to her feet, swaying like a reed in a nonexistent breeze. She moved over to Mirai's seat and gazed down at him, and her eyes shone with an odd light beneath the brim of her cap.
"Hey. Let's use tonight to forget it all for a while, yeah?"
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Truly she knew what to do to cheer him up, he thought. He had been thinking about Miyume a lot lately, but there was also the need to enjoy himself. Finally some company he could enjoy, he thought.
"... Yeah. What have you got in mind, huh?"