InsaneJournal

359 had made a few observations on the way Sadako dressed and applied her new learning towards what she was wearing tonight.  A longsleeved black cashmere sweater, a muter gray argyle-patterned knee-length skirt, closed-toe flats, and yes even pantyhose.  They had a couple minor runs in them already, but points to her for the effort.  An outfit worn with disdain and purely out of necessity.  Her hair was down to cover the scars on her neck.  If you didn't count the knives strapped to her thigh under the skirt and the gym bag she carried that was full of murder weapons, she could've been going to church.

And she was.

She was waiting patiently out front for Teja.  He'd been acting weird since.. not long into their relationship, actually.  Going back and forth on these outings with her was starting to grate on her patience.  Had she been right all along about this whole thing being a terrible idea?

Fuck that.  He'd come around.