Who:
11ady and
themothdiesWhat: A matter of accounting. Debts to be paid. Favors to be claimed.
When: Evening, September 1st
Where: Probably somewhere they serve alcohol
Warnings: None
[
the band-aid on her right forefinger serves as testament to how whimsy can wound]
[she sits before her dresser mirror, not really meeting her reflection's eyes]
[just enough lipstick, not too much make-up, the scent of lemon and vanilla]
[she wears a simple sleeveless dress in a deep purple shade; a souvenir from the unscheduled shopping trip that came to pass on the last occassion she was given time off; Mr. Ayasegawa was very convincing when it came to matters of wardrobe]
[time off...]
[in that instance, she was forced out of her office's confines due to protocol]
[duty]
[tonight's idleness came about because of duty, didn't it?]
[a promise is a promise]