Lavender bundled in a small plait that dangled behind her ear, nimble fingers swept it up into a higher ponytail. A simple task to keep her hands busy that didnāt involve doodling on the notepad in the inner pocket of her jacket or constantly adjust and re-adjusting the way her gloves fit around her hands. Many related fidgeting to nervous energy, fear of the unknown for the next new circumstance, released in small bursts of actions to settle an irregularly beating heart. Kirigiri Kyouko, however, was not one to get nervous like this. She simply related it to beingĀ bored, an attempt to rid herself of unnecessary practices she didnāt need for her next event or scenario.
After all, evenĀ she needed to compose herself occasionally, regardless of the next thing on her to-do list.
"Why are you visiting her, of all people?"
Ā Ā Ā āWhat if you get hurt? What if sheĀ corrupts you?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIs it really worth it? SheĀ did help Enoshima Junkoā¦ā
Trivialā¦ Her current actions were as trivial as the statements she received previously. She only received looks of both astonishment and disbelief when she persisted, before a final acceptance and permission granted for her access into the otherās quarters. There were countless ideals she could relate that period of waiting andĀ persistence, yet if asked, her mind would only force the imagery of a white, blank canvas. Suitably what she needed when she was to see theĀ first despair remnant for the first time since their escape from the school she, and even Kyouko to an extent, barricaded them into.
A singular nod was given as the guard confirmed her permission was granted, opening the door ahead of her to enter once she hoisted herself up from her seat. An expression of indecipherable nonchalance took over to invigorate an atmosphere of professionalism, mainly towards the guard who would soon hold her captive as well. Once she entered, the door would be re-locked, and she would be stuck with Ikusaba Mukuro until they unlocked it once more. Undesirable for most, but for Kyoukoā¦ Perhaps thatās what both of them needed.
Violet orbs fell on the imagery of a short, black bob of hair, as well as dulled, blue eyes. She took a moment to scrutinise the surroundings and figure at an inconspicuous pace, mentally noting each thing she could see in her immediate perspective. The piles of junk all stacked in one corner as well as her plates, the ānormalā expression on the soldierās expression and the worn-out computer chair she sat on were only a few things she noticed, unsurprising of a detective well-trained in her trade.
In an action of predetermined grace, she sat herself on the closest chair to herā Crossing one leg over the other to get comfortable. Her eyes pierced their stare into the otherās without malicious intent, waiting patiently for a reason not yet determined. It wasnāt until there was a full minute of silence that she did open her mouth, speaking with a tone that almost seemed as though the two of them had been friends for a time immeasurable.
"ā¦ Good evening, Ikusaba-san. How are you?"
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