[Elsewhere, she would've been wary of the circumstances. Frighteningly intelligent individuals like Mori and Dazai went through great lengths to craft seeming coincidences, and they'd just recovered from such an attack. Yosano might've been cautious of the harmless appearance of her to-be host, and would've tried to remember if Ranpo or Dazai cautioned the possibility of being picked off now that Kunikida was detained.
Yet she didn't, and those possibilities barely had occurred to her before they melted away.
For how distant he should've been from her, a yard's length between the gate she was at and his seat at the porch, she could picture his welcoming expression clearly, and her gut told her there was nothing to worry about.
She'd been walking for a while, hadn't she? Now she was being invited in, and she got the impression this was the kind of place with zero chances of encountering entitled assholes she'd have to punch if they didn't back down.
Yosano clasped her bag in front as she entered, giving the rest of the building exterior a cursory glance before tipping her head at the man.]
Pardon the intrusion. [Yosano might be blunt, but she did mind her manners.] What sort of place is this?
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Yet she didn't, and those possibilities barely had occurred to her before they melted away.
For how distant he should've been from her, a yard's length between the gate she was at and his seat at the porch, she could picture his welcoming expression clearly, and her gut told her there was nothing to worry about.
She'd been walking for a while, hadn't she? Now she was being invited in, and she got the impression this was the kind of place with zero chances of encountering entitled assholes she'd have to punch if they didn't back down.
Yosano clasped her bag in front as she entered, giving the rest of the building exterior a cursory glance before tipping her head at the man.]
Pardon the intrusion. [Yosano might be blunt, but she did mind her manners.] What sort of place is this?