[ It had taken her a while to fully cool down from that whole fiasco with IV, and a little time to find something suitable, and just a bit longer to actually find the place, but some evening it happens: Yuzu enters Ebony Threads and doesn't immediately set the place on fire.
Already, a smashing good start.
She enters an unoccupied storefront, which is continues the trend. The door falls shut behind her as her wings tuck in tight along her back. The box she carries — wider than it is tall, a pristine white tied with a cyan ribbon — is braced against her hip in getting her through the door, and at this first opportunity she leaves it on the front desk.
With that safe out of her hands, she takes a moment to look around at the displays, the decor. Aside from the sound of the door for her entrance, she's silent, still wondering if this is a good idea at all. In fairness, their other meetings may not have been made sour by the parasite that had poisoned so many of her thoughts, but they were assuredly more contentious than strictly deserved.
(Except the curtains. Those deserved it.)
But really, she wouldn't know unless she saw that man again — if he were even here. ]
action because we're too lazy for fucking log posts
Already, a smashing good start.
She enters an unoccupied storefront, which is continues the trend. The door falls shut behind her as her wings tuck in tight along her back. The box she carries — wider than it is tall, a pristine white tied with a cyan ribbon — is braced against her hip in getting her through the door, and at this first opportunity she leaves it on the front desk.
With that safe out of her hands, she takes a moment to look around at the displays, the decor. Aside from the sound of the door for her entrance, she's silent, still wondering if this is a good idea at all. In fairness, their other meetings may not have been made sour by the parasite that had poisoned so many of her thoughts, but they were assuredly more contentious than strictly deserved.
(Except the curtains. Those deserved it.)
But really, she wouldn't know unless she saw that man again — if he were even here. ]