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[pishirogane]

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[songbird_slayer]

Well, hello~

[Don't mind this random woman appearing from nowhere in a Dimension Door, dressed warmly to match the smile and arms out to help lighten the load the detective carried.]

You look to be on a mission. Does it keep the cold away from your bones, dear?

[pishirogane]

[For a second, Naoto was caught off-guard by Madhuri's abrupt appearance, but calmed down once she recognized her.]

Ah, you could say that. However, in this case, I have a few things I need to purchase from the market.

[songbird_slayer]

Of course! They pride themselves on big feasts in the villas this time of year, I'd heard.

...

[She withdrew her own grocery list.]

Have you done your own feasting before now, I wonder? It's been a while since your fortune, Seeker of Truth.

[pishirogane]

Yes. It actually might be better than our original plan of holding our feast back home.

[Their residence was a decent size, but hosting a party there could still be a tight fit.]

Hm? I have... unless you're not implying that feasting.

[songbird_slayer]

They weren't overestimating the impending weather, no... it will be much worse than they say. The way the air smelled, the way my horns rattled... those who left chose well.

[But she smiled and tipped her hat.]

We live in Prismatica. Naturally I speak of other feasting. ...Coupled with the fact that, as a Sanguis, I am instinctually vexed that you seem to smell strongly of another.

[pishirogane]

I'm concerned the conditions we'll return to, but yes, it was better to leave than remain.

[She almost raised a hand, but then paused because she can't smell that. She instead ended up gripping her other arm beneath the shoulder.]

A-Ah... I have... plenty. He's a Sanguis so... that would be why.

[songbird_slayer]

Those cleaning robots, I wager, will get it into working order once the storms subside. I ought to get one for my house...

[But she smiled quietly.]

Naturally. I'm glad you both have begun figuring things out, or at least a little bit. Do you know of the cable car service?

[pishirogane]

If they're still working. The source of most of Lunatia's Chroma is currently here.

[Naoto wasn't sure how well their circuits would hold up in the cold either depending how far the temperature ended up dropping.]

Yes, I am too... I have. You don't think he would oppose a ride, do you?

[songbird_slayer]

Yes, that's true, isn't it...? Hmm. I suppose I ought volunteer, then. I can handle extreme cold in... ways.

[The tiefling opened the door for the farmer's market for her and gestured her inside. May as well make it a joint shopping trip!]

I read the brochures about them, and they seem exquisite... I think he'd be silly to refuse, especially if it means stepping away from a big party just to be with you, love.

[pishirogane]

[Well, that earned a raised eye, but Naoto doesn't press. Thanking Madhuri, she entered the market and - oh boy, it's crowded. And they're both short; this would not end well.]

You think so? I wouldn't want him to feel overwhelmed or like he owed me something later. I also don't want it to feel like I'm dragging him away from everything. I might be thinking too much again...

[songbird_slayer]

[Oh dear. A battle it is, then... Madhuri's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched in determination. Her tail, that she'd adorned with jingle bells, waggled like a cat's before a pounce.]

If you suspect you're thinking too much, rest assured, you are.

Now, let's get the very best vegetables! How good are you at kicking shins?

[pishirogane]

Ah... Alright.

[Not too many people would confirm she was... she appreciated that. As for the question, they're already preparing to do that?]

I'd be better if I wore my old shoes, but still sufficient.

C is for Car!

[topgun_textiles]

[Kanji could only do so much when he'd taken a spill after making a wrong turn during his icecapades, gliding along into a snow bank. But it seemed to be for the better after soundly kicking the crap out of his competition: He was laughing when he emerged, covered from head to toe in powder as he struggled his way over to his girlfriend, walking strangely on the ice skates over the snow.]

Took me long enough to eat ice!

[pishirogane]

It did.

[Lowering her camera, she beamed at him. No questions of the abnormal walk; he was literally treading on ice it was to be expected.]

I captured a number of photos from your performance.

[topgun_textiles]

Catalogue-worthy?

[He attempted a pose with one arm flexed. The cold blending with his residual body heat had left his glasses foggy.]

I dunno if I could take Rise's gig.

[pishirogane]

Perhaps. Have a look.

[She switched the camera to view so he could look through her photos.]

That might be difficult, but I'm sure you'd fit in.

[topgun_textiles]

[He reached up to swipe through them.]

S'only difficult 'cause as it turns out, I'm called 'rugged' and people can't handle ruggedness.

...Think I'd be a good eye model, though.

[Which of these are keepers?]

[pishirogane]

Not most mainstream advertisements, no.

Eye model, hm?

[Looks like there was quite a few from his run through the course were decent shots. There's one in particular with him rounding the corner, but there's definitely a photo of him eating it.]

[topgun_textiles]

...Aw, man, you even got me wipin' out? 'Course ya did...

[He scratched the back of his head.]

I-I mean, well, if you wanna keep it...

[pishirogane]

Hm... I might, but for a personal collection.

[Kanji might be failing, but... well, why did everything have to be perfect? It didn't. Besides, it wasn't seconds before a literal disaster.]

[topgun_textiles]

A personal collection... whoa. How many's in that kinda collection already?

[He sounded not precisely horrified, but curious. Candid moments were always nice, and nobody was perfect. He would never forget their crash on skis years ago, or her jittery demeanor involving ghosts. He even recalls very clearly the little hitch in her voice when the prismals pulled out those wicked giant mechs for their trek across the desert.

Damn. He needed to rent one sometime or something...]

[pishirogane]

Let's put it this way: I wish I had more.

[She only had so many, but she might as well explain.]

Sometimes, I want to take your photo while you're working or doing something about the house. However, I'm never certain how well you would react if I did that; also, how it could be perceived as inappropriate to do so especially if we're out in public like today.

[topgun_textiles]

[He blinked at her. Invasion of his privacy? Sure... but... she also didn't need to tell him any of this. The Detective Prince stayed her hand for his privacy.]

...Y-ya... ya really want that?

[What line was it he'd seen somewhere once? 'I'd pay a small salary for you to barge in on every aspect of my life'?]

I mean, I know what I said earlier, but... if pictures of me really don't bother you, then... then it's okay. Like... i-it's okay if they're only for you.

[pishirogane]

[He was her boyfriend, not a case. She couldn't treat people like that... not always.]

[His question made her nod and she looked up at him, fingering her camera awkwardly while waiting for him to say what he needed.]

... Why would pictures of you bother me?