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[phantomcloud]

Who: Miyume and Taue
Where: Junes food court
When: Saturday, April 22.
What: Social link go?


Normally, Miyume would have gone straight to her club meeting after classes finished for the day but she needed to go to Junes and get some prescriptions refilled at its pharmacy before it closed for the evening. After checking in with the pharmacist at the prescription drop-off and being told it'd be about an hour, Miyume headed to the food court to wait. Once she had purchased herself a frozen strawberry lemonade and a pretzel covered in cinnamon and sugar, she settled down at a table and pulled out her phone to see if she had any new text messages or voice mails.

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[phantomcloud]

Miyume's lips twisted suddenly into a smile so bitter, malicious, and spiteful, one may have wondered if she'd been possessed by some cruel demon this entire time that had only chosen to reveal itself this moment. The look in her eyes was harsh, angry, and unforgiving.

Without a word, Miyume pushed her chair back from the table, picked up her untouched pretzel, and dumped it in the nearest trash receptacle. After that, she shoved her phone back in her purse, picked up her lemonade, and began heading as far away from Taue as quickly as her cane would allow her.

[heirofkobe]

He was almost surprised she hadn't flipped the table while she was at it. Maybe made the lemonade spill all over him in the process, but he didn't think she'd had too much practice at being blatantly spiteful - how out of place that expression looked on her face was one indication of that.

He watched her go, expression neutral, walk-limping off in the distance. His eyes remained on her until she was gone and he could relax.

Following her, he decided, was a bad idea. A very bad idea, given that whatever had possessed her was likely to be directed at him.

"Ah, well," he sighed, unable to get rid of the nagging irritation at having been unable to complete his mission. He took a satisfied chomp out of his pretzel, still stretched out between two chairs, casual as could be. "She'll learn eventually, I suppose."

As he continued to work over the pretzel like a starving animal, though, another thought came to his mind, equal parts amused, distressed, and grudgingly respectful.

"At least there's another honest person at this place."