It took her longer than she’d expected to reach the boutique. She’d had to clutch her rose and drawing to her chest as she side-stepped the people who slowed down or sped up, standing stock still whenever the cars sped across the street and scurrying across when they stopped. She just wanted to show Shirou her drawing for the matching outfits she’d decided were definitely going to be a thing. Dio had been the person she was going to go to about it, but after how angry he’d gotten with her she’d decided Shirou would be the safer option.
She tip-toed into the store, red eyes looking around and half expecting some puzzle she had to solve before she got to talk with someone. But there was no puzzle and there wasn’t anyone there, not upfront anyway. She stepped farther into the store, opening her mouth to call out Shirou’s name before freezing.
In front of her was a mannequin (and not one that she conjured from her imagination). Her blood ran cold as she stared at it, waiting for it to jump at her and tear her flower apart. But it wasn’t moving. Maybe if she stared at it, it wouldn’t attack her. She backed up on shaking legs, never taking her eyes off of it. Until she bumped into something. Or someone.
@dioleft