" Come now madam Herta, work is all well and good. . . But one must have at least a moment of clarity without it.
Let us leave that sort of talk for the offices okay? "
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โ โ โ โ This might be the first time we've met for something other than work . . . unless you ๐ค๐๐๐ก to talk about work. Got any nifty devices for me to borrow? โ
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The glass of her own whisky in hand. She swirled the contents of the drink as she waited for Kafka to hyper analyze her surroundings and most importantly Himeko herself.
It is something she has found Kafka does after her transformation, only really known after their --
"I'll refrain from debating the element of surprise.
To me, darling, all is destined."
While Hunter and Navigator each mastered the art of keeping people at a distance, by virtue of being a superior deceiver, one always prevailed over the other.
Diverting focus to the circumstances facilitating her covert arrival, naught but a smokescreen. Upon arrival, the 'how' no longer mattered, Kafka was here to stay.
As to smoothen over the tense exchange, nimble fingers clad in white-suede gloves, reached for a pocket-full of cash; Generously covering Himeko's bar tab.
"Referring to this- Overgrown arcade machine as our home, I find myself nigh-offended by the mere notion. Earnestly, have you come across even one familiar structure?"
Benzaitengoku no longer stood, Planarcadia supplanted it in whirlwind fashion.
However thoroughly the reports and current script had covered said development; Even Kafka's blunted sentimentality found herself confronted, by a sense of uprooted dissonance.
Downing what was left of her scotch in a single tip of crystaline glass, lens-veiled eyes begun to wander and scanned the surrounding premises for prying eyes and ears. An obvious preamble, because soon enough; That shameless gaze landed upon a view of great, ample interest. One which, Kafka suspected, her wife deliberately laid out as bait.
"Seeing as neither of us appears keen on 'spilling', allow me to table the overarching stakes and ask something, only you and I consider important.
Our tree. . . Does it remain?"
-- focus her gaze onto the undead.
" It does. It is a protected historical property after all. "
How exactly it came to be that she is not aware. But it was. She went herself to make sure it was just the same.
" It also houses the perfect picnic spot for --
~โข| I go by many names.
Amongst them are โจ Star or more recently KujouGongu, Gongu for short.
I'm a 30 year old fossil.
I go with He/Him.
I have the attention span of a squirrel and may need to be bumped multiple times.
All in all I'm here for a chill time. |โข~
Not when she oh so willfully disregarded her own discretion and appeared besides the astral navigator.
A shake of the head.
Amber hues narrowed, glaring at nothing, arms crossed over her impressive bosom. Something that is sure to make this husband of hers go wild. --
โIf not for my prying, you'd go on in perpetuity, shouldering the weight of a world and then some. . .โ
Clad in a pitch-black, knee-length gabardine coat and chalk-striped black suit, Kafka's mask and shades largely obscured her identity.
Not that concealment was necessary, given the establishment at hand. One of Planarcadia's skeevier bars, known for its questionable clientele and discrete barkeeps.
โUntil you bend.
Until you break.
๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ.โ
Though the apathy which plagued Kafka's species, rendered her adept at disregarding past woes; She too took little pleasure, surveying what was formerly known as Benzaitengoku.
Nursing a half-empty, crystal tumbler of white russian, the hunter regarded her bride head-to-toe. That poised exterior fooled even Himeko's closest companions, but her husband noticed what lay underneath.
A stiffening of the neck, shoulders and limbs, affecting the woman's gait and demeanor; Whereas, when at ease, she'd move with nigh-celestial swiftness.
โDrinks are on me. Beloved, I suggest you take the offer andโ Spill.โ
-- " I am not surprised you found me so readily. What surprised me is that you are here. "
She means their home planet. Many years have passed and yet they both return.
This cannot be a coincidence.
But knowing the IPC and more specifically a toxic gem --