- ouhp, a familiar face.
’you don’t look like yourself, what’s gone wrong to turn your world upside down?’
‘Don’t doubt the abilities of this surgeon-slash-scientist-slash-athlete extraordinaire.’ he chimes, his wit catching up far faster than the rest of him. He lets her take him backwards, apparently with no goal in mind. ‘Or else his nerves might get the better of him, and he might not have any feet at all— y’know?’ He proffers a grin before he gives her a confused little laugh.
Dancing? Pretty sure that’s a dancing term, what she described.
‘So should I be preparing to tango, or?— What’s the score here?’
’Ooh, we’ve got a ruthless one here. Should you even be able to do half of that! Time to be wary.’ She tuts and brightens just as her features begins to sour, if only from appropriateness to this man’s humor abound.
’Ah, nothing too fancy I’m afraid, but you seem willing!’ Willing, was a strong word, but that was confirmation is enough for her and with a few abrupt turns and a dash up a flight of stairs she guides him into the lobby of a building that looked vaguely private. With her elbow she knocks the up arrow and with her grip intact, hops up and down until the elevator surrenders itself with a dull ‘ding’.
’- I didn’t do my homework!’ She fesses up once the doors close and she rolls her knuckles across the floor of their destination, then a few unnecessary floors above it. ‘I was supposed to bring a -friend, well a volunteer. I thought you’d do.
So, what will my friend’s name tonight be?’
Not even given a choice, is he? A frown tugs at his mouth at he complies with the tugging, being led along to God-knows-where.
‘And how do you know I’m not on my way to perform life-saving surgery?—
Or rocket science.’
’you definitely don’t look much like a surgeon, it’d be a crime to ask that of you.’ She taps at his shoulder with her fingertips, the best she could do to console the evidently …rattled gentleman.
pft -As if, no one shared her enthusiasm. she turns once around on her foot. ‘Believe I made an oopsie, if it’s not too late I’d like you to void that all and let me give you my um, best take two.
But first,’ She leads him while walking backwards, curling her fingertips under her chin. ‘Has the mister got two left feet? Or is he fairly confident in his leading abilities. because, fairly will do.’
’You don’t look all that busy! — Come along.’ She snatches him by the wrist, tugging.
Stomping a bare foot to the ground, she grabs a hold of her long skirts and drags them along as she trudges her way through the area. She doesn’t have any definitive idea of where she’s headed, but she does know who she wants to see.
Any unfortunate members of the crowd that don’t oblige and move out of her path, she makes a point in swatting at them and pushing them off to the side. A friendly shove, they’d never see her again. Hira didn’t make enemies.
Or at least, she didn’t care to use the memory it took to try.
Stepping up onto the ledge of a fountain, she hoists herself up and looks around to skim the area. Yes, this was the intersection that he always took.
Couldn’t miss it for the world. Turning towards the crowd, she outstretches her arms, palms up and heaves a pleased sigh.
’Alright, I think you’ve kept me waiting enough already! Come onn ouuuuuuuuuuuut—!’
“Does it not suit me well?” He moves his hands up to his head and combs his fingers through the synthetic hair. “I thought it gave me more of a mature edge! Guess not.
Rest assured, it’s only temporary. Those flaxen locks are still around, they’re just growing out for now. I didn’t want to look shaggy.” He lifts his arms in the arm, imitating the girl. “I really do have someone to impress now! I’m working to make her my girlfriend! Isn’t that just grand?”
’Kh, never said that! Lad’s putting words in my mouth, is it a hobby of yours by chance?’ She waltzes her way over in a sort of bound and crashes in front of him to punctuate her stride. Very graceful, no doubt about it.
The moment he mentions the blond locks that she’s so much more accustomed to, her eyes light up and her hands immediately dart to his hair.
With no time wasted, she tugs the artificial hair off.
’ Ah, yep. This would be the boy I know.’ And with that she jams it back onto his head, patting his ‘newer’ hair down with both sets of her fingertips.
' So.' She chuckles under her breath, ‘ An infatuation, eh? Myy, and here I thought you were the one breaking all the hearts —!’ She mock gasps, retracting both of her hands.
' I bet she’ll love being a part of your collection for some while.
I wish you the smoothest of conquests. ’
It’d be nice if she would occasionally come and plaaay…
“Please accept my apology then. I’m sorry about that, i’m terribly spacey.
I have no reason to be out. I just like to be out in the cold air sometimes.” He shrugs and then placed his hands to his face. “Not too cold tonight, though. Kinda thankful for that. Now, why are you out?”
’Nnnnnot a problem, not a problem!’ She chimes. ‘Seems someone’s adamant about coming down with something awful.
Has something good happened to you lately? You even changed your looks. Why.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to impress someone!’ She throws her palms up high above her head, flicking her wrists out. ‘Now isn’t that what beaus do? If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought you were mourning. ’
“…Kuronuma Aoba.” Was his short answer, while deciding whether to smile at her or keep a distance for once. “—I wonder what brings you here, not many people comes to me anymore.”
’ ooooh?’ she coos obnoxiously, in one swift motion crossing both her arms. she stamps her foot in impatience.
‘ now that’s the question of the century, is it not!’ she shifts her weight on her feet, doing the favor of deciding for him what he should do with himself. In one, two quick strides and three for good measure she’s landed herself in front of him.
cropping off any substantial distance between the two of them. ' so, what are you going to do when you know about it.
change your course? put a red flag up, for the eccentric lady that bought you some of her time? come on now, you seem like lots of fun.'
grasping him harshly by the elbow she nearly dislodges it as she swings him along, humming menacingly. oh goody, for once she’s picked up a friend! not a volunteer, per se, but one of her own!
‘ have lunch with me. you look bored as paste.’
“A boy like me? My, my. Don’t flatter me. So, who do I have to thank for this extraordinary presence? “
— extraordinary. she throws her head back, tsking under her breath. what a laugh.
‘ way to avoid the question a lady is directing at you, sweetheart.
again, not many people want to share their business. ever.’