The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Passeri Park
SCENE:
City of Prying Eyes
TIME:
December 14th, 2021 | Post-Arc 2
LOCATION:
Breakfast Restaurant Patio, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Kiwi, Passeri
City of Prying Eyes
Of all those who could've intruded upon her privacy today, Kiwi herself was low on Passeri's expected list. There could have been a frown, a glimpse into the twinge of betrayal she might have felt, but there was not. Her smile remained unclouded and unconcerned. Despite the dim glow that possessed her eyes, after all, her senses were no different than that of any other human.
Ignorance was bliss.
"Kiwi it is, then! I've never been very good with nicknames, if you believe it." That was a lie. It wasn't never. When she'd been younger, they had come quite easily to her. But the more airs she'd stacked upon herself, the more distant they'd become. Maybe she'd bled out all of that creativity into songwriting, or maybe she'd just gotten boring.
"I've got a bit going on, as always. A recording session here, a some business talks there. Nothing interesting, though, so I won't run my mouth." She took a menu into her hands, and started to read it as she spoke. "Besides, it's not like we're just here for eggs and toast, right? There's business for us to be talking about today, too."
Important business. She wasn't sure if Kiwi was quite aware of just how much she valued the information she'd scheduled this meeting to get her hands on. Even if she wasn't showing it, there was a well of impatience in Passeri's gut.
"You mentioned that you found her?" Passeri kept her eyes trained on the menu, her bangs turning into an obscuring veil. Even if she was interested in Kiwi, she still didn't want to give too much away. Anyone who associated so closely with Akira warranted a touch of caution. At least until she knew her better.
"Do tell." A silent plea hung at the end of her words, hidden away behind a wall of silver. "Please."
Or maybe not so silent, after all.
Ignorance was bliss.
"Kiwi it is, then! I've never been very good with nicknames, if you believe it." That was a lie. It wasn't never. When she'd been younger, they had come quite easily to her. But the more airs she'd stacked upon herself, the more distant they'd become. Maybe she'd bled out all of that creativity into songwriting, or maybe she'd just gotten boring.
"I've got a bit going on, as always. A recording session here, a some business talks there. Nothing interesting, though, so I won't run my mouth." She took a menu into her hands, and started to read it as she spoke. "Besides, it's not like we're just here for eggs and toast, right? There's business for us to be talking about today, too."
Important business. She wasn't sure if Kiwi was quite aware of just how much she valued the information she'd scheduled this meeting to get her hands on. Even if she wasn't showing it, there was a well of impatience in Passeri's gut.
"You mentioned that you found her?" Passeri kept her eyes trained on the menu, her bangs turning into an obscuring veil. Even if she was interested in Kiwi, she still didn't want to give too much away. Anyone who associated so closely with Akira warranted a touch of caution. At least until she knew her better.
"Do tell." A silent plea hung at the end of her words, hidden away behind a wall of silver. "Please."
Or maybe not so silent, after all.