I love that line. It's so stupid, yet so ridiculously pompous.
[X] "Another walk won't hurt, I guess."
Sure, yeah, why the drat not? I ain't got nothing better to do than to bustle around aimlessly, killing time and playing with Yuuka's face.
"Another walk won't hurt, I guess."
" Can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not. "I'll be waiting then. Hope you remember what my face looks like?
I lour a bit at her ridiculous question.
"Course I do, and even if not, your bust should be enough of a hint."
"Obscene as always.
" A short cackle. "Au revoir, then, troublemaker.
The phone goes silent before I'm able to answer. Well, wasn't that vague. To think we haven't seen each other for - how long? - several months at least, and first thing she says is 'you've gotten lazy'. Zero finesse, Maribel.
The screen states it's almost past 4PM. Where does the time go.
Yuuka mutters something in her sleep, as if to tell me something.
Frankly? It feels a tad bit bad, leaving my woman alone again, but then again, she ain't gonna get mad, is she. Not as long as she's in this state, at least, unless the spell suddenly decides to wear off in the least favourable moment, which I hope it doesn't. Yeah, tag me a tactless by-blow, but given the recent events, it's sort of relieving she's out.
Now, enough worrying about Yuuka, and let us commence worrying about myself. Where'd that bandage go?
One could question having a park so small in a city so big, but honestly - what's the point. At least it doesn't take long to spot a familiar, kind of nostalgic figure sitting on one of the benches by the graveled path. Haven't changed at all, her. Same, peculiar clothes, same hair, same maternal smile on her lips. The only regrettable point? Her chest hasn't changed one bit either. Regret and sorrow, Naya. Regret and a whole gulf of sorrow. Take a swim.
"Late." She states, instead of a greeting. "You'll never get a date like this."
But rather than giving me a scowl and an emphatic reprimand, her arms punish me in another - much more pleasant way. By giving me a hug, that is.
"Why, hello there." I try to sound mocking, but return the embrace. "Missed me?"
"Like you'd never believe."
We remain still for a few whiles longer, then at the same time, pull back. Well, ain't this nostalgic. I'm on the verge of feeling a lil' awkward here. So is she, it seems.
"Really." So, to try my abashment in audacity is a natural thing to do. "Why didn't ya bunch drop by during one of your jaunts?"
Mary gives me a dismissing wave, laughing in a troubled manner.
"Ah, you know how it is. No time for anything."
"You just forgot about me," I squint my eyes. "Didn't ya. My ticker's bleedin', Mary."
"Ahaha, no, no." She assures. "Ren wouldn't shut up about you for the first few days, you know." Ren? Hard to believe, but if she says so... "She's such a softy on the inside, really." Well, that I CAN believe, somehow. "She even took care of tricking the school's staff into believing you'd moved elsewhere."
"Yeah. Come to think of it, ain't it a miracle they didn't raid my flat while I was gone, huh."
"Yeah," Mary nods. "A real miracle
It really is. Well, either I'm just a damn lucky hombre, or it's some invisible hand at work or what have ya. In any case, more pressing matters beckon.
"You know, you really should've dropped by. I just cleaned up too."
"No, I couldn't." She shakes her head, still smiling that awkwardly troubled smile. "Maybe another time. Yeah, another time."
"Your call." I shrug. "Well, let's cut to the chase, then." Just as me, she sobers up immediately, and preens a serious face. "What did ya want?"
The corners of her lips curve up again in spite of the grievous look of her eyes.
"From chitchattery to business, without a single slip." Snicker. "How professional of you."
"Well, pardon me not wearin' my suit."
"Pardoned." She answers, wiping the grin off her face. "But, you're right. We don't have all day, and most certainly not all night. Tell me," She suddenly faces my impatient stare. "Who have you met?"
[ ] "... met? What are ya blabbin' about?"
[ ] Well, best to tell her the whole story in one go, no?
[ ] "If you mean them guys who know about Gensokyo, only three. Well, counting Aoi, four. Why?"
[ ] "I thought this'd be about Ren. Ain't ya worried 'bout her, Mary?"