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[OOM: Hotaru's parents grounded her. How can she get back to Milliways?]

The front door opens, little hands pushing on the doorhandle with effort. The hands belong to a girl of about eight years of age. She has big violet eyes, hidden by the black hair of her bangs until she stands fully up.

She's wearing a thin black jacket, and shorts with little sandals. She looks up and scans the room searchingly, while she steps all the way inside, and firmly shuts the door.

ETA: (ooc: nevermind! ^^; heh.)

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D nods to her: a simple, small gesture of politeness and acknowledgement.

And sighs to himself, and continued walking down the stairs, towards the bar, not really in her direction. It's not the first time he's provoked that reaction, not by a long shot. She doesn't need his concern-- but she still has his curiosity.

Hotaru raises her eyebrows in mild surprise. That didn't go badly... but what's that guy's deal?? He's... weird.

She glowers at him for a moment more, in principle, and takes off in the other direction.

He can feel Left Hand shaking its head.

:You've got a real way with women, you know that?:

"..."

:They rarely appreciate it, you know. The white knight. Okay, you are the white knight, but it's damned creepy, you know. Even if you weren't a dhampire. You're a guy in a bar, watching a little girl... know what I'm saying...:

D's feet still move. There's still information to be gathered, on the nature of this place. He still needs...

yes, strangely enough, he still needs a team for this quest.

It was his reason for coming downstairs, after all.

:you're a real conversationalist, you know that?:

[OOC: ;_; Left Hand is great...]

Hotaru's aimless wandering leads her to an empty table. She climbs up onto a chair by it. ...And notices she's a little short. There's the look that would precede your classic facepalm.

Where's a booster seat when you need one? She glowers again, at no one in particular, just out of spite for the chair.

So, a little short, but it's not that bad, really. She just looks awkward.

:You gonna help the lil doll or not? C'mon, she's a lost puppy, you know it's your soft spot....:

"She's fine."

He knows it doesn't sound convincing.

:All alone in the cold, cruel world of the bar... Who knows what evil, tall man might come up to her and snatch away such a tasty little snack!:

Hotaru stops glowering. She has an idea - she folds her legs under her bottom, and sits, kneeling-style. It's a bit of a difficult position to hold, for the love of balance, but then she has it.

A rat climbs up on the table, twitching its whiskers, eyes glistening. Hotaru beams brightly, "Hi!!" She pets the rodent on its head, "I missed you!!"

The rat holds a finger of hers with its two little paws in an embrace of sorts, and scampers off.

It returns with a hot cup of the bar's best Japanese green tea.

"Arigato gozaimasu," Hotaru giggles. The rat preens, and runs off again.

Then she sighs. A search of the room again, but nothing. She looks dejected.

This is... too painfully cute to watch.

D sighs, walks over to the bar and leans against it as casually as possible.

"Can someone bring a comfortable chair? For the little girl over there?" He surreptitiously points at Hotaru. "She seems in some difficulty. My thanks."

There's a chuckle from the height of his waist.

Hotaru turns just as D points at her. Instantly, her eyes narrow again, That guy.

Suddenly, she's raised by the pop! and appearance of a plush, red-fabric covered booster seat beneath her.

"Wha..!" She says aloud in surprise. She unfolds her legs from under her, and stares directly at D. Hm... okay. That was nice of him, she presses her lips together in a slant.

She doesn't want to encourage him. She is blushing, despite herself.

He smiles warmly, and turns back to the bar.

In a stage whisper: :I think she likes you.... Honey and D, sittin in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-:

He sighs, still smiling, and contemplates giving her a sweet. And then contemplates that she'll think he's a pervert. And then contemplates that she is a Japanese little girl.

"Mochi. Purple. Bunnies. Same place."

:you pushover.:

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