[♥] Rocking back and forth on her heels, a habit she’d adopted from years of anxiety that had eaten away at her bravado and any semblance of tranquility she might otherwise possess. Even in such situations, one where genuine hope was the primary overtone to the atmosphere, depression and frayed nerves seemed to always prevail. Perhaps a day with Chihiro, as timid and precious as she was, would be some kind of comfort. The world hadn’t managed to ruin everything, yet, had it?
No. That was quitter talk. That was not the thought of a girl who had overcome everything, using loneliness as a prompt to succeed. It wasn’t the thought of a girl who had done things, terrible things, and maintained every single detail that agencies had worked their magic to fix, turning her into a manufactured doll with a pulse. No, it wasn’t her, and she wouldn’t allow such things to taint her mindset. Lucky that the programmer hadn’t yet appeared, Sayaka took the time to pull herself from the brink of no return. There had been reason behind her visit, and that was to ease these pitiful ways of viewing herself, of viewing the world around her.
I just need someone to distract me, someone who won’t remind me of anything like this, and I can make it till the night. Shuddering at the thought of another nightmarish sleep, Sayaka all but forced herself to at least look the part of a happy idol. It didn’t seem likely that Chihiro would react well to a hysterical girl at her doorstep — she seemed much too sensitive. Using her own need for another’s touch and voice as incentive, she forced her delicate features into a lopsided smile, attempting to make herself seem as natural as possible in the time she still had before the door would open.
It seemed to be convincing enough for Chihiro, or maybe she was just adept in ignoring the small details that were left behind in such a last minute disguise. Guessing — hoping — that is was the former rather than the latter, Sayaka greeted the other with a fixed grin. Timidly, but surely, the programmer returned the gesture with a meek smile of her own. Seeming open enough, the girl ensured an afternoon that wouldn’t be plagued by worry and lonesomeness. Chirping a welcome, plus her request for a visit, she was relieved to hear a stutter of acceptance from her host.
"Y-You want to spend time with me …? I-I’m not busy, so su-sure …!"
Though everything about her seemed to be meek, she certainly had an enviable kind of happiness that seemed to be anything but muted. With a single, swift nod, she confirmed the question with the simplicity of her gesture. Taking a careful step back, making room for another body in the wide expanse that the hall allowed. The golden orbs opposite her, so warm in comparison to the oceanic hues of her own, lit up in excitement and widened in surprise. It seemed that Chihiro was just as happy to have company as Sayaka herself, yet another source of relief for the idol.
"Ah! Hold on, Maizono-san…"
Ducking back into the dorm room that had been spared for the hacker alone, Chihiro left Sayaka in silence once again. Searching for small imperfections in the architecture — anything to get her mind off of the racing worries that haunted her daily — she waited patiently for the voice’s return. Funny, now that she thought back on the tone … there was a certain pitch that she hadn’t quite expected. Oh, well. It seemed such a ludicrous thing to focus on, and she wouldn’t entertain it as anything more than a way to pass time. Though it was definitely something that had piqued her interest. Before a second more could be devoted to her internal debate, the door opened once more, the voice in question interrupted.
"Sorry a-about that… what should we do today ,…? Or do you have so-something in mind?"
Giving a slight shrug of her delicate shoulder, unwilling to commit to anything but having one thing in particular in mind, she cast her pointed chin downwards. Staring at her feet, twiddling idle thumbs, Sayaka only hummed in response. Gathering the ability to propose her suggestion with a straight face, she finally met the curious stare with one of own, though less imploring in its nature. Keeping her attention trained on Chihiro, it was with no air of nervousness with which she made her request.
"Fujisaki-san, I want to see you try on a dress." Speaking bluntly, though careful not to seem straight forward, her words came out all at once. With the full weight of her proposition out on the table, Sayaka had no fear of playing the rest of her cards. Fluttering her thick, inky lashes at the girl, a true flirt till the end, she clasped her hands only to rest them on her slight chest. "I’ve noticed some of the students here with their eye on you, and it’d be really fun to just spend time with a girl here, really. How does that sound?" Praying for a positive reaction, she felt it’d be best to keep her innocent disposition for the rest of their time together.
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