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“sorry Miki, but I really can’t make it...”

Miki resisted the urge to cuss under her breath as she stood under the lamplight outside the foreign language film theatre. Her friend had enthusiastically invited her out to see a new art house film, and though Miki had quite a limited understanding of the genre, she still decided to come to humor her friend. But now that the other has bailed because of some ridiculous boyfriend issues, Miki was left standing here alone as other packs of film enthusiasts entered the theatre.

She could just go home, she reckoned, but she had the tickets in her purse. A little irritated, she pulled out a slim cigarette from her back pocket and lit it, taking her time to make a decision. The street lamp flickered, casting strange shadows across the rising ring of cigarette smoke.

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Maybe Eiri shouldn't be here.

From past experiences and those he's heard of from others in the public eye much like himself, your average surgical mask that a lot of people put on was surprisingly effective in warding off curious eyes and in turn, keeping his identity hidden from the public as he went about his day as per normal. The only problem was that although it was highly successful in not attracting attention to oneself in a crowd of bustling people, slow paced one on one conversations? Not so much. It was all the more worse that the one thing he couldn't hide was the biggest indicator of who he was -- his eyes. You'd think that covering more of your face would be more effective in that front -- of disguising oneself -- but alas, both a surgical mask and sunglasses screamed the word 'suspicious' louder than one would expect.

Eiri was well known for his eyes, orbs as black as night that seemed to transcend television screens and photographs alike and bare into the person's soul. "Those weren't the eyes of a writer," people would murmur to themselves in gossip, as though they'd forgotten that his works were never for the faint-hearted. Much like in his personal life -- it took a great amount of guts to approach Eiri, and he carried himself in a way that ensured that.

Why was he here in the first place? Through the advancements of technology he could have easily purchased whichever book he desired online, however whenever possible Eiri preferred to go back to basics and asides from buying a physical copy, another 'basic' way was by going to the library. Donned in a simple black sweater over a white shirt and some jeans, he made his way over to the front desk and asked in a soft voice. "I'm sorry, but I wanted to ask if you carried the original English versions of books here."

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Several times she had heard how serene it was to simply lie on the grass on a rather sunny day yet Shiraishi never had the time, or the chance, to actually go out and appreciate the activity. Perhaps, she even thought it was a bit of a waste of time, to simply observe the cloud with no other purpose than just that, observe the sky and clouds above. A waste of a time she never had to waste to begin with but one day the idea randomly occurred. Maybe, it would be just nice if she wasted a little bit of her time.

Pleased she was when Mari did not reject the suggestion but embraced the idea instead. “ Home. Home. Home. “ The more you repeated a word, the weirder it sounded. “ Such an abstract word, isn’t it? Home. “ And she also shared that feeling of not wanting to go back home. It was far more serene to be laying in the park beneath the clear sky than go back to the darkness of her apartment. Also, spending time with the younger was always an interesting experience.

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Despite Kinji not exactly being one for tradition or organization, he did happen to have a weekly routine of going to the local café every Wednesday morning to grab himself some gourmet coffee. Things seemed to be going according to how they usually did this time, at least, until he was about to leave after ordering his beverage. The moment his foot stepped over the threshold, he noticed a young woman walking by, and for some unfathomable reason, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from her. She had gotten a few steps past him when a notebook she had been carrying suddenly dropped to the ground without her notice. Kinji, being the perfect gentleman he often tried to be, quickly picked the notebook up from the sidewalk before chasing her down. “ Hey, excuse me, Ma’am, “ he addressed her kindly as he tapped on her shoulder and rounded her so he was in front of her now. “ I believe this is yours... “ Careful not to slosh his coffee, he slowly held the notebook out to her. “ I promise I didn’t use the span of five seconds between you dropping it and me returning it to you to look at it, “ he joked as he offered her a sweet smile.

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Send me a ★ for an IC fact or send me a ☆ for an OOC fact.★ happiness to her is a book or a movie that leaves her thinking for weeks★ she can be quite moody and depressed but she really believes in other people, so she’s always trying to lift people up if she can.★ she get’s lonely easily★ she wants to open a vintage shop or a gallery to keep herself busy when she’s not filming, but for now the focus is on being mom

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