She made sure that her silence was noticed as she stared at the man before her. Her mini vacation partially ruined, Yukako’s mood was somewhat soured because of the events going on around her. And here she was, seated in a cafe with some stranger. ❝ No, I can’t say I do… ❞ Short, sweet, and straight to the point. There were a myriad of reasons why he and Yukako could’ve been there, but of those her mind only pointed to one possibility- gravity. The fate that led all Stand users to each other eventually. It was a leap to even assume he was a user in the first place, but with everything happening on this trip she wouldn’t be surprised anymore.
❝ Would you be so kind as to tell me why? I’m a busy woman, you know. ❞
———❝ I ADMIRE A WOMAN WHO CAN ASSERT HER TIME. this won’t be long, i promise you. ❞ he took a slight sip of the frothy cup, setting his cappuccinodown as he settled deeper into his chair. the girl was young, younger than most lone travelers tended to be. still, her italian was impeccable, as if she’d spoken it her entire life. something about that didn’t sit right. he moved a hand into his coat pocket, and paused.
❝ tell me why you think you’re here? maybe not at this table, but rather, in this city. ❞
Although she tried her best to maintain her composure, it was obvious she wasn’t succeeding. Rarely did she ever show much emotion. “A man who has not been identified yet was killed, along with… a woman named Aya Tsuji.”
Gripping the handle of her satchel tighter, she took a took a deep breath and continued. “Aya and I were close. She was like my own fairy godmother… I was on my way to her shop the day she was murdered and the commotion confused me. Mr. Kujo then pulled me aside and told me what had happened to her.”
———SPINES LOWERED FROM A ONCE DEFENSIVE MEASURE. she was acquainted with kujo? silently, the man folded his papers into his leather briefcase, eyes lingering on his gloved hands. he knew what she was going through, yet he hadn’t the courage to open. he’d only become a teacher at the school recently, an added measure to ensure the safety of the students.
❝ i’ve heard of her
— she was young too. ❞ emerald eyes met the girl’s own hue. he placed his bag flat on the desk, and pulled out a chair for her to sit.
As the school day ended, the dark haired girl stood outside of the classroom and waited for everyone to exit. When she was certain everyone was gone, she strolled inside the empty room, her face devoid of anything that could betray how she really felt.
“Hello, Mr. Kaufman… Did you hear about the latest kill?
———A GAZE THAT UNEARTHS IT BY THE ROOTS. elliot had heard about the latest in the series of local deaths — grisly, horrid, meant to CHURN the stomach — how could he not? still,he knew better than to show off his own feelings, especially to one of his fellow stand users. green eyes met hers in a sort of surrender to his own reservations.
❝ no, i don’t believe i have? i try not to pay attention to the worst of it all. ❞
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