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milliways_bar2005-08-01 12:02 am
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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.)
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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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.
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"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!:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.: