@gangleadiing ♥’d for a starter.
“How’re you, Hairpins Savior?”
She smiled up at him, relaxed, her figure illuminated by Tokyo’s bright neon pink. “’s a tight spot you’ve gotten yourself into--” she chimed, hairclips glistening, eyes glazed with the feverish shine of night air hitting cold sweat. The sole of her steel-heeled boots hit the pavement as it bubblegum-popped! Black reflected the pinks & yellows of an unusually sparse Tokyo alleyway, splattering over her skirt, hair, coating like rubber on her pretty-perfect blushed cheeks.
--it felt nice, the cold tar petals that soon lifted and dissipated into the air. “It’s nearly one AM, you know.” Dangers lurk at one to three--happiness dwells on neon green OPEN signs at three to four, salvation arises from five to and-so-on. Bright peridot eyes watched his movements. She never expected a familiar face out in the streets, here. “Tokyo sure is amazing--it’s nothing like the middle of Nevada,” she chimed, arms behind her back, Soul’s red blade looming over her shoulder, “it must be jetlag, I guess.”
