InsaneJournal

Who: Kiriko & Reizo.
What: On the way back from seeing Kiriko's folks.
When: Saturday, Early Afternoon. Or possibly I should have made that Sunday. IT'S A SCHOOL HOLIDAY KK.
Where: The... sidewalk.
Why: Why is a dumb question!



Had she been alone, Kiriko probably would have been skipping with an added twirl to every fourth step. It was difficult to supress her glee. Some of it bubbled to the surface in the form of the lilt in her voice and the apparently indelible smile on her lips, but despite any claim to the contrary, she remembered how her shadow had behaved and was eager to avoid even appearing to emulate it.

"Oh, did I tell you? They called Toshiro when we went to the private room and he told them about the dent you put in his face a few years back." She barely supressed a giggle. "They were mortified, it was wonderful." The sidelong glance she gave him was, she felt, appropriately embarassed of her good mood. Reizo was probably not good gushing company, but she was having a hard time helping herself.

"Anyway, you did well, I think. That hand-grasp thing was a nice touch." It fell a little short of a 'thank you,' but explicit thanks would probably be both awkward and pointless anyway.