[After the first time, Shura will take care not to walk nearby. Especially not with Yukio in tow. She will make every excuse she can to avoid coming down with him, no matter how much it annoys him. Prophet or not, Shura doesn't trust Yukio around anyone who so casually acknowledges that he's going to shoot them. He... well, Shura was Concerned about him after what she saw in Aomori.
But as life has it, she has another date in the area a couple weeks later. It doesn't go well, and this time, Shura knows it isn't her damn fault. Creep going on about her age and her tits... She drinks mostly to tone his voice out and leaves without telling him. Too complicated. It'd probably be a black mark on her record, but whatever. If that matchmaking company let him loose on women, then she didn't want to deal with them again.
The walk back wouldn't be so back wouldn't be so bad, but it's raining. It's cold and dark and wet, and fine, Shura's a little miserable. So when she passes by those gates again--fine. Just until the storm passed.
She'll walk in without any courtesy, dripping on the floor and loudly announcing herself.]
Oi, oiii, Prophet, get down here.
[Get down here and give her a towel!!]
[She's only here to vent out her frustration and seek shelter. She's forgotten the brooch she used to pin her scarf. It isn't something she thinks is valuable, a little trinket she picked up at some market somewhere or other, but it is cute.]
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But as life has it, she has another date in the area a couple weeks later. It doesn't go well, and this time, Shura knows it isn't her damn fault. Creep going on about her age and her tits... She drinks mostly to tone his voice out and leaves without telling him. Too complicated. It'd probably be a black mark on her record, but whatever. If that matchmaking company let him loose on women, then she didn't want to deal with them again.
The walk back wouldn't be so back wouldn't be so bad, but it's raining. It's cold and dark and wet, and fine, Shura's a little miserable. So when she passes by those gates again--fine. Just until the storm passed.
She'll walk in without any courtesy, dripping on the floor and loudly announcing herself.]
Oi, oiii, Prophet, get down here.
[Get down here and give her a towel!!]
[She's only here to vent out her frustration and seek shelter. She's forgotten the brooch she used to pin her scarf. It isn't something she thinks is valuable, a little trinket she picked up at some market somewhere or other, but it is cute.]