Miki had always prided herself in being able to be cool and calm in most situations. The ride back home had been quiet, despite the fact she could hear her heart threatening to explode out of her chest the entire way. She had tried to say something a few times, but always closed her mouth before she did. The subway was way too public, anyway.
So now as she stood here, why were her hands still shaking as she put on her clothing? It was one of the days she is glad she rarely put on makeup - at this rate mascara would have rained down to her neck. Thankfully a few wipes of a towel had done the trick to remove traces of her crying, although the redness had remained. Miki had idly tossed the kimono aside, usually careful with her clothing. She didn't want to take too long before coming down.
Everything looked different right now. It was like she was noticing for the first time how bright her clothing was, and half afraid he wouldn't approve of it. Stop it, she repeated, scolding herself, he's already seen this before. He didn't comment about it back then, why now?
Even as the dread was there, the excitement she feels is just as strong. She is really glad Shinjiro was alive. How, she still had no idea yet, but that would most certainly get addressed. Nowhere had the butterfly man said that helping this world meant she'd see her brother again. This world was certainly something.
Finally done, she puts on her boots and walks down the levels until she comes face to face with his apartment number.
When her feet stand next to his door, she finds herself hesitating to knock, afraid that she'll wake up upon doing so. Maybe if she kept all of the memories of this time here and what she'd seen of him so far, she wouldn't have to--no. No she couldn't do that. Putting a hand on her forehead for a second, she lets out a small sigh to stop these bizarre thoughts from being there at all. She can do this.
Miki knocks twice. Usually she would just knock and let herself in back in the dorms (barely giving him enough time to react), but she decides to wait.
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So now as she stood here, why were her hands still shaking as she put on her clothing? It was one of the days she is glad she rarely put on makeup - at this rate mascara would have rained down to her neck. Thankfully a few wipes of a towel had done the trick to remove traces of her crying, although the redness had remained. Miki had idly tossed the kimono aside, usually careful with her clothing. She didn't want to take too long before coming down.
Everything looked different right now. It was like she was noticing for the first time how bright her clothing was, and half afraid he wouldn't approve of it. Stop it, she repeated, scolding herself, he's already seen this before. He didn't comment about it back then, why now?
Even as the dread was there, the excitement she feels is just as strong. She is really glad Shinjiro was alive. How, she still had no idea yet, but that would most certainly get addressed. Nowhere had the butterfly man said that helping this world meant she'd see her brother again. This world was certainly something.
Finally done, she puts on her boots and walks down the levels until she comes face to face with his apartment number.
When her feet stand next to his door, she finds herself hesitating to knock, afraid that she'll wake up upon doing so. Maybe if she kept all of the memories of this time here and what she'd seen of him so far, she wouldn't have to--no. No she couldn't do that. Putting a hand on her forehead for a second, she lets out a small sigh to stop these bizarre thoughts from being there at all. She can do this.
Miki knocks twice. Usually she would just knock and let herself in back in the dorms (barely giving him enough time to react), but she decides to wait.
"H-hey. It's me."