kondo kozue | 近藤 梢 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anthesphoria) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} disappear_rpg, |
From the moment he whistled, Kozue was off balance (socially speaking—her balance in heels was actually pretty good, better than Satou even though he touted how much he practiced which was just weird), and Reizo just kept the surprises coming, to the point that Kozue found herself walking down the sidewalk with his hand on her back and a daffodil tucked in her hair before she entirely knew what had happened.
She could, at least, smile, and she had been doing so consistently, even as her mind scrambled—because really, he was flattering her and offering her stuff, free stuff at that. In short, Reizo was singing her song and doing a good job of it, thus far. They were in a crowded place—no chance of being thrown into a truck and sold into human trafficking in North Korea or anything, right?
"I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast," she pointed out, in answer to his question, searching the shopping district for somewhere with a really good—and worthwhile—snack, or something like that. In her searching, she caught sight of her reflection in a shop window, and paused to admire the new addition to her look; the pretty white flower stood out against her hair and complemented her outfit, and it wasn't overshadowing her sunglasses (flowers were very nice and she liked them fine, but they weren't any pair of designer shades). It was lovely—who knew yakuza had good taste in flowers? Although it did look very familiar... She would have examined it further but they were still walking; Kozue put the inexplicable images of gold Kore out of her mind in favor of oooh, crepes. Maybe crepes. But there was also a cupcake store up ahead and it was, she'd heard, super gourmet.
"So you're still concerned about Oubai-senpai?"