She adored him to death, but dear Composer—was he dim as the night itself.
No matter how much quiet pressure and unsubtle subliminal messaging she threw his way, he never really seemed to take the hint shoved in his face. The blatant hint that was, “you should ask me on a date already”.
Spending time together without the company of Eri or Rhyme was a rare occurrence (or god forbid, Ai, that tramp,) and while the status of their relationship was still little more than opaque in its definition, it felt somehow strange that they’d not had even one unofficial date-like outing at this point.
So when the day came that both Rhyme and Eri and Whatsherface couldn’t make it to a Saturday meetup at Hachiko, Shiki made absolute certain that she was going to take full advantage of the opportunity.
She was dressed cute—cuter than her usual plain-Jane self. She actually wore her favorite color for once, a frilly pink dress she’d picked up from Natural Puppy, a cardigan, and a little matching beret. To top it off, she’d even done her makeup (more neutral admittedly, because she still doubted her skills in the way of cosmetology, and god forbid she end up looking like the circus clown she was.)
And if he didn't notice her efforts to look pretty for him, she was going to get mad.
Showing up to Hachiko fashionably late, despite having deliberately waited around the block for fifteen minutes, she caught the familiar sight of the boy in question she was going to meet. Locking gazes from across the street, her expression lit up and she threw a hand in the air to wave at him, trotting over excitedly.
“Sorry I’m so late,” she said, having recited her entrance thereabouts three times now. “You know how the traffic lights can be at the scramble.” | @skater-brain
